Our family was planning a move from California back to my home state of Utah. It was getting close to Christmas and, having some business to take care of in Utah, I decided to drive there with a van load of critical items. I was driving alone, and as I neared Las Vegas, I thought, “There is nothing real or wholesome for me in this city. I will not stop, except to get gas on the uncongested northernmost tip of the metropolis where the city fades back into desert.”

I did so and resumed my drive North, climbing the hill to where the city begins to disappear from view. There I saw a man hitchhiking, hopefully raising his hand. I immediately thought, “I don’t stop for hitchhikers…” but simultaneously I also felt a strong impression, “Stop and pick him up…” I drove by him as I considered the impression and recalled the scripture that we are all beggars before God (Mosiah 4:19 BofM ). I went to the nearest exit, doubled back and approached him again.

This time, he didn’t even look back as I drove up behind him. He didn’t raise his hand. His shoulders were slumped and he appeared dejected. I passed him again while dropping speed to stop on the shoulder of the highway, and when he saw it, he began a hopeful, hobbled run.

He climbed gratefully into the van and told me that his name was Dick and that he had to leave the city or die there. His feet were bleeding and he was clearly dehydrated. He explained that he just wanted to get back to Denver where he had been working as a cook at Denny’s and was hopeful they would take him back. He asked if I would just drive him to the junction North of St. George where he could hitchhike further, but I ended up taking him further, to Salt Lake, and helped him on a bus to Denver.

He had left his job in Denver to enjoy some time in Vegas and possibly find work there. In so doing, he had gone to a house of ill-repute where they stole his wallet. Shortly after that, his car was impounded just as he had started work with a detail of men, but without a car, he couldn’t continue and he soon found himself unemployed, with no money, and homeless.

The casinos were quick to remove homeless people from their premises, so he took the full brunt of the heat of that summer outside. He begged for any money people would give and would save that money for a weekly discount day when hamburgers were half of the normal cost. The desperate strait he found himself in culminated in his walk into the desert, with grim resolution to attempt the journey on foot or die trying.

The time driving Dick to Salt Lake is a dear memory. It was pleasant to have his company on the road, and I was very touched when he said, “I’ve lived my whole life with no one showing me kindness like you have, and this from a total stranger.” Truthfully, that stung my heart somewhat because I thought of all the judgmental times when I have looked away from the homeless.

This story came back to me this month as 10 of us in a brass ensemble put on a mini-Christmas concert at the Ogden Homeless Shelter. It was a special memory. One older woman was particularly touching to watch. Her gratitude was reflected in her excited banter with others. She got so excited to hear what we were going to play next, and during many pieces we could tell her heart was being touched as she closed her eyes to hold back her tears. She came up and shook each of our hands and hugged the woman in our group. We were all grateful to her. There was hardship in the eyes of many there. It was sacred ground for me and a blessing to be there.

I remember a near and dear relative giving over $100 of very limited funds and sacrificing their own Christmas to give to needy families. This is the true Spirit of Christ reflected in the words of James.

Let us be grateful for every child of God we associate with. And in doing so, may our hearts be filled with giving!

Related Posts: Reaching out to Others

Step 11: Personal Revelation

Friendship and Redemption

I was recently gently challenged by a very important question, “What do you believe about grace?” This caused me deep reflection and difficulty as I have attempted to condense down my very personal answer to this excellent question because I love the gift of grace. When I think of grace, I think of the atonement of Jesus Christ, when he suffered and died to redeem each of us. This gift is freely given with perfect love and it inspires me to want to be more like Christ in every way.

Within this question lies a fundamental principle that often spurs contention within the Christian community. At the core of the debate is a sound scriptural assertion, “If Christ has truly paid for our sins, we can no longer believe it is our works that will save us. It is only in and through the merit of the Son of God that salvation comes.” I know that I merit nothing of myself. I need this gift and I can never earn it.

But something is missing. While His perfect gift is freely given, fully receiving the gift of grace to me means fully giving our imperfect hearts to Christ. His grace is sufficient to perfect our offering, softening and healing our hearts until the perfect day when we have no more desire or disposition to do evil. If we are reborn in Christ, how can we not honor His gentle command, “Come, Follow Me,” and do what He would do? Our works become a reflection of His perfect works, not to earn the gift of grace but because of who we have become.

Our works do matter and are of eternal significance. We were meant to help one another through this mortal experience to both enrich our lives, to bless others and to become the woman or man who Christ would have us become.

Please note that all biblical scriptures quoted herein are from the King James version of the bible.

Grace Enables Us to Become

The best gifts in life require work because they are not trinkets to put on a shelf, but they are enablers to become something.

Let us explore a skiing analogy. We could be given the finest ski equipment, complete with warm clothing, season passes, provisions and transportation, but we would never become an expert skier unless we used the gifts and risked the falls to explore and expand our capability.

One day, a co-worker of mine in Japan spoke of how she was going skiing for her first time. She told of how she had purchased a book on skiing and was studying it hard.

It made me smile to think of how this contrasted culturally with my first time on the slopes, where experienced skiers talked me through the basics of snow plowing and how to fall safely even as they adjusted my equipment and helped me bind my boots to the skis. Their advice was extremely important and memorable as it was very ‘hands on’ and in short order we were on the hill putting the principles into practice.

I’m sure the book was helpful for my co-worker, and would have been for me, but I am equally sure she learned far more when she actually went skiing. One thing for certain, if she had never gone, she would never have become a skier. Becoming something requires us to act on gifts and opportunities we are given.

The gift of grace enables us to become like our Father in Heaven and our Savior Jesus Christ. It is the gift that ensures that we can someday fulfill the Lord’s commandment to “Be ye therefore perfect, even as your Father in Heaven is perfect.” (Matthew 5:48)

The gift of grace reconciles our fundamentally divine nature as sons and daughters of God with the fallen state we inherit by electing to be born into a mortal body subject to temptation and infirmity.

16 The Spirit itself beareth witness with our spirit, that we are the children of God:
17 And if children, then heirs; heirs of God, and joint-heirs with Christ; if so be that we suffer with him, that we may be also glorified together. Romans 8:16-17

Because of our fallen mortal state, we are in a position to choose to nurture the divine potential in us and come to a rebirth in Christ and eternal life or we can choose carnal and selfish paths and risk losing sight of our divine nature, even becoming like our adversary…

God has given us this agency. Only we can choose to use our gift to become like Him.

Who we become is the great test of our mortality.

Showing Appreciating by Using our Gift

How we use our gift of grace is very important.

Imagine being given a new sports car, engineered for fast acceleration, speed and style. 

We would surely be grateful for the gift, but if we merely bragged about the car without using it, it would have no real utility and would surely not please the giver of the gift.

We could use the car to seek carnal pleasure, becoming self-important and prideful, or we could choose to use this car to provide rides to those in need, both strangers and friends, conveying people to destinations they could never reach on their own.

The use of the gift is where the true value lies and is how we show our true appreciation. If we never make the effort to use the gift, then we have faith without works. The Lord may as well have given the car to the fowls of the field, and dubbed the car, a chicken coupe.

I can’t imagine my Savior, in his mortal ministry, passing by the spiritual beggars around him and not doing for them what he did, for he “went about doing good,” healing and blessing and teaching others, and His counsel to “go and do likewise” surely applies to us in our more limited capacity.

Surely, Jesus did these works because of the divine, loving nature of who he was and not to keep a mental tally to calculate blessings he had earned. As we partake of the divine nature of Christ through the gift of His grace, it will be the same for us. May the Lord’s angels write volumes of our works in the Lamb’s Book of Life, that our works become his works. Perhaps this is why John was inspired to say, that if all the works of Christ were written, the world itself could not contain them (John 21:25).

The Gift of Eternal Life

I consider grace the common thread that weaves together all other gifts of God, culminating in eternal life and exaltation which is the greatest of all God’s gifts.

In His great intercessory prayer that Christ offered just before he died for us, he said:

3 And this is life eternal, that they might know thee the only true God, and Jesus Christ, whom thou hast sent.  (John 17:3)

A critical part of knowing God and Jesus Christ is to serve them. The Book of Mormon teaches, “For how knoweth a man the master whom he has not served, and who is a stranger unto him, and is far from the thoughts and intents of his heart?” (Mosiah 5:13).

Where our treasure is, there will our heart be also. In short, we come to know and love those we serve. God and the people we serve become the treasure of our hearts, and in the heavens, surely these relationships and our capacity to love will be our greatest treasure. We can never truly love others without increasing our love of God.

7 Beloved, let us love one another: for love is of God; and every one that loveth is born of God, and knoweth God.
8 He that loveth not knoweth not God; for God is love. (John 1:4)

Our capacity to love is tied to our eternal state. My friend, John Butrick (refer to article), in his out-of-body experience was shown three spheres or worlds that were differentiated by the amount of love he felt in each sphere. As he described it to me, I was reminded of Paul’s description of the 3 degrees of glory in 1 Corinthians 15:40-42, where all those resurrected are in a saved state with an immortal body, but some receive glory only as a distant star appears. Others received glory as that of the moon but for some the glory was even as the sun.

God’s gift of grace enables us to love more fully, to become righteous and to bridle all our passions that we may be filled with love. I must love and serve others, for Christ, “went about doing good.” And he asked us to be like Him. In doing so, I’m not earning the gift of grace. I am using the gift of grace to become someone who will be comfortable in the presence of God.

Conclusion

The gift of grace, to me, is all about letting Christ change us.

Ezra Taft Benson, in a powerfully moving conference talk said, “The Lord works from the inside out. The world works from the outside in. The world would take people out of the slums. Christ takes the slums out of the people, and then they take themselves out of the slums. The world would mold men by changing their environment. The world would shape human behavior, but Christ can change human nature. (Born of God, Conference Report, Oct. 1985)

Given this beautiful work of our Savior, the common argument that, “We are saved by grace or by works. You can’t have it both ways”, sounds tinny and beside the point. The Lord does reward us for our good works, but we are saved by grace. That being said, I must work because I love the Lord and I want to become like Him.

32 Yea, come unto Christ, and be perfected in him, and deny yourselves of all ungodliness; and if ye shall deny yourselves of all ungodliness, and love God with all your might, mind and strength, then is his grace sufficient for you, that by his grace ye may be perfect in Christ; and if by the grace of God ye are perfect in Christ, ye can in nowise deny the power of God.

33 And again, if ye by the grace of God are perfect in Christ, and deny not his power, then are ye sanctified in Christ by the grace of God, through the shedding of the blood of Christ, which is in the covenant of the Father unto the remission of your sins, that ye become holy, without spot.

(Moroni 10:32-33, Book of Mormon)

As we walk by faith, things will occur in our lives we don’t understand. We all relate to painful trials, but I hope we have also felt the comfort of life-changing tender mercies. I often ponder, “why?” but this is a question that only a divine source can accurately give, and the “why?” is often delayed while we build our faith. My friend John Butrick has a truly inspiring personal story of waiting on the Lord in both trials and tender mercies which he has encouraged me to share.

John lost his father during an operation when he was only 5-years-old, and then his mother was diagnosed with cancer a few years later. They were living in Michigan, but moved to Washington so she could get treatment. However, 3-years after the diagnosis, the cancer took her and she died at 47, and so he became an orphan when just 13-years old. At that time his brother came to pick him up and took him to Iowa, where he could help out on a dairy farm.

While there, a relative suggested they join the air force to avoid being drafted into the army for the Viet Nam conflict and he did so. There was a large group of them that were told they would be security forces. He ended up in the conflict and was tasked with keeping their base perimeter secure while the Navy and other forces made a withdrawal. At the time, they were losing about 3-people a day from attacks.

At one point during his service, a rocket entered the hooch where they were sleeping. It bounced off a metal cabinet and threw John against a wall and went into the next hooch. The resulting explosion killed the people in the neighboring hooch and knocked him unconscious.  Later he was serving on a tower about 35’ up. He was climbing down when a rocket struck the tower, knocking him unconscious again. This time, his legs fell through the rungs, leaving him hanging upside down. The NVA (North Vietnamese Army) came through that night, but must have assumed he was dead because they just left him there. He came to, just as reinforcements arrived to retake the position. They were amazed he was still alive and assisted him down.

When he returned from the service, he arrived in a town where he saw an ad asking for someone to help on a nearby dairy farm because the father was injured. He took the job and one night, he came in about 10 at night, took off his boots and set them next to his bed and lay down on the bed exhausted with his clothes on. He woke up to find he was in a sitting position on the bed but his body was rigid and he couldn’t move, except for his eyes. Strangely, he felt no fear. Glancing around, he saw the minute hand on the clock and heard the neighboring room’s gas stove turning on and off. The he felt something inside of his chest pulling him upward toward the ceiling and the wall. For some 10-minutes, the pull grew stronger, like a powerful vacuum and he felt something within his body pressing inside. He felt something was approaching and when it arrived, he said, “It’s here” and his spirit left his body. He describes the feeling as being “shot out” and he saw the earth. At that point there he heard a loud voice so loud he felt Earth and Heaven could all hear it and saw a great trumpet.

He felt a powerful love associated with what he saw next. “I saw a great light out there that was controlling all of the galaxies, all revolving around this central light. I exclaimed, “God, this is how you made this planet! It is so amazing!” My soul was so happy, I just wanted to be there forever. Then a second wave of love hit me that was so much greater than the first love I felt. It was associated with a planet or place, but I saw no planet.” He then related that he was elevated to a third sphere whose love and beauty were so far beyond his ability to comprehend that it left him without capacity to describe. It filled his soul such that he just felt desire to praise God forever. He returned to his body to find he was still in the sitting position and suddenly fell back on his pillow. The clock showed 10-minutes had passed. He was wide awake and immediately jumped up and proceeded outside to look up at a beautiful star-filled sky and ponder what had just happened.

After that, he drove into the small city, and seeing a cafe, stopped to get refreshment and inquire where there might be a church. There was an empty seat at the end of the barstools and he sat down and ordered a cup of coffee and asked the man next to him about churches in the area. The man said, “There is a church nearby. I teach there in the basement about Jesus Christ but the congregation doesn’t know I’m there.” Assuming he was a preacher, John told him what had happened and asked him what he thought the spiritual manifestation meant. The man stood and said, “John, it means that God has a plan for you.”  The man then excused himself and John observed him enter the nearby bathroom. He waited, but after 15 minutes, he hadn’t returned, so John asked the waitress if there was another door to the bathroom, to which she responded, “That is the only door.” He went in to find there was no one there and no other way out. John chose not to pursue looking for the nearby church, because, in his words, “He was an angel, and I had my answer.”

At one point, John was working in Georgia and began praying to find a wife. During this time his brother came to him and said, “Mom came to me in a dream and told me to come and get you.”  John related, “We went a few weeks later to Lake Cavenaugh and a woman named Gail came in the room where we were and a warm feeling ran down my spine. Two-weeks later, we were dating and soon after that we were married. After first offering those prayers to find my wife, it took 2-years and God taking me some 2500 miles to finally meet Gail.”

Regarding his spiritual manifestation, which he only told to his wife, she would tell him, “Someday you will understand why.” They lived happily together but then, in their later years, his wife got dementia. John cared for her, but as the dementia progressed, he sought for help and his daughter, living in Utah, offered to have them join her family. While in Utah, he was introduced to The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints’ missionaries and he began studying the “Mormon Bible.” He began praying to know if it was a true book. Then, he started reading the section where Lehi and then Nephi see the vision of the Tree of Life. He came to where it described the fruit of the tree as being the ‘Love of God’ and the same powerful love that he had felt in his spiritual experience came over him. He put the book down and with tears in his eyes, he exclaimed, “Now I know that Joseph Smith is the prophet for the whole world and the Book of Mormon is a true book.” This was further confirmed when the missionaries taught him about the three degrees of glory each with successively greater capacity to feel and communicate love.

At the age of 72, John became a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. I first met him on the evening of his baptism. When the service was over, I couldn’t return home. The Spirit constrained me to go to visit John at his home instead, and in the hour I spent there getting to know him, we began to share some very spiritual experiences and John felt inspired that he could tell me his very sacred and personal story. John and I minister together now to others in the area and are dear friends. I wouldn’t have recorded his story here, but I had a dream where I had a special opportunity to hear John Butrick sing. It was beautiful and carried an undeniable Spirit of truth and humble power. In my dream I wanted very much to record his song. And when I woke, I felt powerfully impressed that I needed to write his story.

John feels his mission is to guide both his family and others he can touch. He is now a temple worker, assisting God’s work on both sides of the veil. Bless you John, and all who read this who also pondering God’s work.

Another Friend who overcame addiction to bless 1000s: My friend TR

I recently had a beautiful experience leading 36 or so of our youth in a composition of “Fear Not” (link below) for our stake conference. The song is both a prayer for protection and a pledge to help each other stand on a firm foundation, a reminder that the difficult conditions in our world spiritually and physically can be overcome through our Savior, Jesus Christ.

Our last practice was Saturday evening, and we would be performing the following morning, but being a busy night for youth, only a quarter of our group came. Our stake president and his counselors were preparing to leave the church building, having just finished an evening adult session of the stake conference, but the president, noticing the practice and seeing we were light on numbers, waved his counselors over and all three of them joined in to bolster our youth.  What a blessing this was!

I had been pondering what final thought I could leave with our youthful chorus members, and seeing our stake presidency there, I recalled opening my journal the day before and reading a remarkably similar story of a dear friend, surrounded by his stake presidency as he re-established his spiritual foundation.

My friend related that he had stopped coming to church for many years. This all changed one day when he turned on the TV and flipped through some channels, pausing on one just in time to see President Monson of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints looking him in the eye, and saying, in essence, “We need you. This church and it’s mission will simply not be the same without you. If you have left your church activity, we ask you to come back.”  The sincerity of the prophet’s eyes and the timing of the message touched him deeply. He realized the Lord was calling him back.

He made needed adjustments in his life and got a temple recommend but could not bring himself to go back to the temple until one day, he had a day off work. He received a strong impression to be back in the temple that day. His wife asked him if he was sure, and he assured her of the need he felt to go, but he reached a chapel in the temple feeling unprepared and inadequate after having been absent from the House of the Lord for nearly 20-years. As he sat there, his stake president unexpectedly arrived and sat next to him, and then the stake president’s counselors arrived as well. He turned to his stake president and said, ‘I just don’t think I can do this!’  His stake president assured him that he could, and after pondering, he added, “And you need to be an ordinance worker.”

This faithful man became a dear friend when I met him in his very early days of service as a temple worker. Recent years have left my friend with a condition that compromises his physical balance, but he comes, determined to lift others while he has capacity to do so. At a very sacred place in the temple, after assisting our temple guests, he unexpectedly beckoned to me and as I stood by him, he took me by the arm to steady himself. It was a privilege and honor to walk together arm-in-arm through the temple until we got to a place where he could securely rest.

To my youth chorus, I continued, “My friend is full of love and is determined to help anyone shaken from their foundation and so he reaches out and blesses others. I know he has saved others. I see the love our stake presidents have for each of you to come and be with you now. They also serve with the desire to firm the foundations of the hearts of those around them. And the beautiful thing is, I see that same love emanating from each of you. Consider in ‘Fear Not’ where it quotes my favorite verse from ‘How Firm a Foundation’:

The soul that on Jesus hath leaned for repose

I will not, I cannot, desert to his foes;

That soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake,

I’ll never, no never, I’ll never, no never,

I’ll never, no never, no never forsake!

How Firm a Foundation, Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saint Hymn 85

To our youth, I continued, “It has been a great privilege and honor to serve you! The light you carry has strengthened my foundation. You are a blessing to me.”

It is a privilege and honor to serve those who read these words. I plead with you with words another dear temple worker friend of mine shared with me just a few days ago. He is 91 and looks forward to the day he will be reunited with his wife who departed this life 4-years ago. He told me he thinks of words from his friend, Bruce R. McConkie, when he turned to him, called him by name and said, “We need to get on the path, and stay there.” There are too many blessings to gain from getting on and staying on the path and too many casualties if we abandon our posts.

May the Lord bless each of us as we determine to stand on and help others acquire a firm foundation!

Fear Not!

Recently, at a ‘get to know you’ activity at work, we were each asked to give a favorite hobby.  I felt impressed to mention singing, but the person next to me really impressed me as he said, in front of our large group, “I like to read the bible, every day.”

I was inspired by his answer and during a break in the activity, I asked him about this hobby. I found that his love for the scriptures was inspired by a group that had loved him into the gospel. I told him I was grateful for his courage. Later, he mentioned that he was grateful we were sitting together when he shared his hobby. He said that he didn’t know where that courage came from but from his words, I’m sure it was out of his appreciation for what God had done for him. He has other hobbies, but indicated that no other hobby gave him as much joy as reading the bible.

During our break, I told him that my hobby, my love of singing, was because I love to vocalize gospel songs about our Savior, like the ones our Interfaith Choir and Orchestra performs at Christmas and Easter. I happened to have the words to the song “Gethsemane” in my work binder because I was learning the words in order to teach them to our primary children that coming Sunday. It was a special moment to share back to my friend my love for the Savior through this sacred song, as he was obviously was learning to love Him more deeply as well.

On Friday of the following week, I was at work but felt a strong need to write to my new friend, so I ‘clocked out’ and took some time to write to him about these latter days where the signs of our Savior’s coming are increasingly being fulfilled. I told to him we should expect some of the Lord’s greatest miracles in our day and I felt a strong need to testify that in our day, God had called a prophet once again to lead and prepare a people to meet the Lord at His coming and that this prophet would be speaking in a General Conference the following two days. I knew my friend might be uncomfortable with this, so I sent it with a prayer.

After completing my critical tasks that day, I got a strong impression, “You need to go to the temple – now.” And so, I found myself at the Bountiful Temple where I serve. I entered a session room where the blessings of the priesthood are secured through our making and keeping of sacred covenants to follow our Lord and Savior. There, on the second to the last row, I saw our dear temple president. I lovingly tapped him on the shoulder and gave him a caring smile as I passed. However, as I took a seat nearby I realized the temple president wasn’t alone. He was there escorting our prophet, Russell M. Nelson.

I felt a powerful outpouring of love both for this man and from him. This man, filled with the love of our Savior, was in His holy house, quietly seeking revelation so he could have the inspiration of Heaven to know the mind and will of the Lord prior to his addressing the millions of God’s children who would hear. It was a sacred time for me. We had a special prayer in that room where the Spirit powerfully confirmed to my heart that this man, who I had just testified of, is a true prophet and a man of God.

Will we hear our Savior? Will we listen to the Savior’s words that tell us that we can know a true prophet by their fruit?

I told my friend that President Nelson’s ‘fruit,’ his works, were 98-years of service to others, including a career as a famous heart surgeon and mentor in his field until he was called as an apostle, and then, as the fishermen of old, he laid down his career and followed our Savior, only picking up his scalpel one more time to save a famous Chinese opera singer because of a special request. This wasn’t looking back to his career. It was saving one more heart! How fitting that a prophet is one who heals hearts!

That Sunday, President Nelson gave a powerful and moving talk on “Peacemakers.” Considering the state of our world, I couldn’t think of a more timely or important message. If we are to hear our Savior, we need to hear his chosen servants, for “Surely the Lord God will do nothing, but he revealeth his secret unto his servants the prophets.” Amos 3:7

I love my Savior. I feel His love deeply, and I am grateful to be led by men that share that love.

Gethsemane

I once worked with equipment that would melt metal solder using only light energy transferred from a powerful industrial light bulb. The bulb’s rays were captured and focused down onto the end of a fiber optic cable that could flexibly channel the light to a circuit board where heat generated from the light would liquify the solder in a process used to affix electronic parts to the board.

With proper eye protection, it was fascinating to see the light at work melting this soft metal. I was once asked, “How hot is the light beam?” And my answer was, “The light isn’t hot at all if you are a lens or a mirror. The light only creates heat when it is absorbed by something dark.

This, by the way, posed a notable problem for using our light beam because on a typical circuit board the outer surface of the board is coated with a dark green coating called a resist layer. This layer protects traces and prevents solder from running where it isn’t wanted. We had to ask our “soft beam” equipment customers to remove the dark resist from areas where the light would shine because if the light beam even momentarily illuminated the resist, it could cause burn damage to the board and tarnished the metallic surface where solder needed to flow

Principle: If you don’t want to take heat when exposed to light, be pure

Another difficulty was that of preventing the light bulb from destroying itself. To protect people from the blindingly bright bulb, it was enclosed in a metal housing. The problem was that light reflected back to the bulb from the metal enclosure’s walls could cause the bulb to overheat. A simple fix to this was to paint the enclosure walls black so they were non-reflective. This benefitted the bulb and lowered its operating temperature, but after several months of operation, the black pigments in the paint would gradually and totally bleach out until the surface once again became almost as if the dark paint had never been applied, and then it would have to be painted again.

Principle: If we continually stand the presence of intense light, we will eventually be purged of all that is dark and loathsome.

One simply cannot remain in the presence of intense light without being purged. It is no wonder then that it is written that Moses had to be transfigured to endure the presence of God or he would have perished.

That which is of God is light; and he that receiveth light, and continueth in God, receiveth more light; and that light groweth brighter and brighter until the perfect day. D&C 50:24

The Brightest Light

D&C 88:7

… This is the light of Christ. As also he is in the sun, and the light of the sun, and the power thereof by which it was made.

Yesterday, I was in a beautiful room in our local temple that is always full of light, but on this morning, the Sun had crested the nearby mountain, and its invisible rays were streaming into the room from windows high up on the walls. In the center of the room hangs an elegant chandelier from which hang hundreds of pieces of crystal glass, large and small, in artistic beauty. On the opposite walls I counted over a hundred small rainbows accenting that beautiful room in vivid colors.

It struck me that these clear crystals receiving and transforming this largely invisible light into a beautiful spectrum of rich and pleasing colors were doing so with no awareness of their role. They were pure, and so they simply made that glorious light energy visible to all who would see.

Principle: Let us be like crystal, so pure that the Holy Ghost will work miracles through us without our even realizing the work being accomplished

The Spirit needn’t announce to us with the voice of a trumpet that it is about to move us. As we purify ourselves, the Spirit’s light that illuminates our minds and hearts eventually will become such an integral and natural part of our souls that there will be no resistance from second-guessing whether revelation is from the Spirit. The Spirit will increasingly work in and through our purified hearts, transforming both us and those we are with. That is the prayer of my heart.

D&C 88:67-68

67 And if your eye be single to my glory, your whole bodies shall be filled with light, and there shall be no darkness in you; and that body which is filled with light comprehendeth all things.
68 Therefore, sanctify yourselves that your minds become single to God, and the days will come that you shall see him; for he will unveil his face unto you, and it shall be in his own time, and in his own way, and according to his own will.

At our company, we had been working on ideas for a quarter-million-Watt (250kW) wireless vehicle charger for nearly two years. That is the average power consumption for approximately 200 homes, and we would be putting all of that energy wirelessly through a 7” air gap.

We were now in the final stages of bringing the system up with all but the last of our power stages verified and that stage’s completion only minutes away. I managed the team and had personally written much of the control software and engineered many of the circuit boards for the project. Our entire team had a lot of effort invested in this project, but there was one problem. I had to leave. It was time for me to fill a promise I had made to a friend.

From my journal:

Some were feeling sorry that I would be out as it looked like they would now be able to power up our entire system for 250 kW (quarter million Watts) for the first time. My company president also said, “You of all people should be here. Will it be okay without you? Don’t you want to be here?” I told him, “I am confident our team will be fine. Of course, I want to be here, but don’t slow down on my account! If I come in tomorrow morning and you tell me you were able to transfer the power, I’ll just smile!”

Then, I left for the temple without letting people know where I was going. They only knew I had taken a half day off to help a friend. My friend was my temple co-worker who needed me to cover his shift.

That night in the temple, one of my assignments was to simply be where I could guide and assist temple patrons. While standing in a hallway doing this simple task, I caught myself not looking very happy. I love being in the temple, but was truthfully a bit disappointed to be missing our long-anticipated work milestone. I let this disappointment go from my mind as I quietly greeted and guided the sweet brothers and sisters who had come there. It was while I was doing this that the Lord did something very special for me. He opened my eyes for a moment and gave me a glimpse of who these, His noble sons and daughters, truly were. It was so beautiful that I have no words with which I can describe it. And with this, I felt an overwhelming outpouring of love for the Lord’s children and for my Father in Heaven. The real transfer of power was happening here in the temple, and the quarter million watts paled in significance.

Can there be any greater work than that of assisting the Lord in bringing to pass “the immortality and eternal life of man.” (Moses 1:39).  Only His work prepares our hearts to receive the endowment of our Savior’s priesthood power that purifies and redeems us through saving ordinances that both seal us up against the power of the Adversary and has the binding power and authority of Heaven to seal us to our loved ones forever.

1 Nephi 14:14 “…I, Nephi, beheld the power of the Lamb of God, that it descended upon the saints of the church of the Lamb, and upon the covenant people of the Lord, who were scattered upon all the face of the earth; and they were armed with righteousness and with the power of God in great glory.”

My prayer is that we will develop hearts to perceive the power and great glory that the Lord provides, but that the world cannot see nor understand.

I had a dear temple associate that was my trainer when I first began serving in the Bountiful Temple. He passed away a week ago, but even while suffering from terminal cancer and in hospice care, he asked not to be released as a temple worker so he could possibly continue his service. He wanted to be in the Lord’s House, even in this difficult personal trial. He was always like that, skipping breaks so he would be available to offer up even a little more support.

Recently, two older brothers I have served with came and talked to me separately. One, after 20+ years of service in the temple, realized he was no longer able to accurately administer the sacred words needed for the men and women coming there. He decided that coming to the temple to be administered to was just as important, and that was how he would continue contributing to the redemption of the Lord’s children. He was giving everything, but the way he gave had to change.

The other brother had become increasingly immobile and he informed me that he had made the difficult decision to discontinue his service as well. I could see it troubled him. He didn’t want to give up just because it was hard. I assured him that the Lord knew his situation and had inspired him to make this transition. I will miss seeing him there, but for all three of these men, along with the heartbreak, there was also a heart-warming peace because each of them was giving all they had. For each of them, they were primarily concerned that they were doing the Lord’s will.

As I have given a full measure to Him, I have seen that everything changes. A consecrated life is not one of fanatic over-reach. Indeed, going beyond what the Spirit prompts us can be just as damaging as being paralyzed by fear and lack of faith. Giving everything means living our lives by the words of the Lord’s prophets, and bringing our lives in perfect alignment with the spiritual promptings that will surely come as we are faithful. This is our lifelong challenge.

Giving a Full Measure: Sister Longbotham:

There was a special sister named Janet Longbotham that was an example of this faithfulness. I met her just one day while she was serving her 4^th mission for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. She had a life plagued with Grand Maul seizures and had never married, but the Lord, ever compensatory for challenges, had given her an extraordinary portion of his Spirit and had given her visions and blessings and discernment as a mortal reward for her living a life that was dedicated to the Lord. That one conversation changed my life and clarified my life’s mission. I was on a general mailing list she used to share insights with, and there I learned that she passed away in October of 2021, leaving her testimony which was read at her funeral.

For those of you who think I am dead, I am alive in Christ and shall be for eternity, as all of you will be. I close my remarks with the inspired words of Hugh B. Brown who said, “Death is not extinguishing the light, but is turning out the lamp because the dawn has come.”  Goodbye. We will all see each other in the millennium.

Janet Longbotham, Sept 18, 2021

Oh, the beauty and strength we draw from those who no longer pursue the trivialities of our day because they are fully devoted to the Lord. May we each live to give a full measure, so that when we pass the veil, we will savor that glorious dawn with the Lord and our loved ones.

In approaching Easter this week, I have tried to come closer to Christ by studying the Gospel of John, of whom it is written, “the disciple who Jesus loved.” He records that at Christ’s last discourse before going to Gethsemane, Christ gave the commandment to love one another, not once, but three times before he offered up the great intercessory prayer in Luke 17 where he asks the Father to grant us eternal life, that we may be one with him and that his perfect love would be in us.

The word love is mentioned throughout John’s beautiful record. Our Savior, especially in knowing he would soon suffer for the sins of the world and be betrayed and spit upon, mocked, and crucified, focused his last discourse on love. It was the focus of his entire life and ministry and it is his focus now.

Yesterday, my wife and I completed reading, “The Hiding Place” by Corrie Ten Boom. This remarkable woman was caught up in the work of saving souls in the midst of the Nazi occupation of the Netherlands, where their family’s compassion for the suffering Jews and so many others placed her, her father Casper and her sister Betsie in prison. The Germans were willing to let their 84-year-old father return, but this man whose home had always been open to the poor, answered, “”If I go home today, tomorrow I will open my door to anyone who knocks for help”. He was not released and perished some 10-days later. Betsie and Corrie were transferred to suffering the hateful cruelty of a concentration camp, where Betsie would later die. There, she told Corrie, “What better way can there be for us to live out our lives? Corrie, if people can be taught to hate, they can be taught to love! We must find the way, you and I, no matter how long it takes.”

Just after Betsie’s death, Corrie was released due to a ‘clerical error’ that bears all the markings of divine intervention, as it occurred just prior to the remaining women her age being killed. She needed to survive so she could learn to forgive and teach others the same, as she carried her sister’s vision to heal not only the oppressed but the oppressors. Indeed, she turned her own home, over to many who had betrayed their fellow countrymen as Nazi sympathizers because they were also broken.

Perhaps the seminal moment of her life came when one of their jailers at Ravensbruck that she remembered as part of the mocking and humiliation, came and listened to her speak after the war. As the church was emptying, he approached ‘beaming and bowing’ and said,

“How grateful I am for your message Fräulein. To think that, as you say, He has washed my sins away!” His hand was thrust out to shake mine. And I, who had preached so often to people the need to forgive, kept my hand at my side.

Even as the angry, vengeful thoughts boiled through me, I saw the sin of them. Jesus Christ had died for this man; was I going to ask for more? “Lord Jesus,” I prayed, “forgive me and help me to forgive him.” I tried to smile, I struggled to raise my hand. I could not. I felt nothing, not the slightest spark of warmth or charity. And so again I breathed a silent prayer. “Jesus, I cannot forgive him. Give me Your Forgiveness.”

As I took his hand the most incredible thing happened. From my shoulder along my arm and through my hand a current seemed to pass from me to him, while into my heart sprang a love for this stranger that almost overwhelmed me. And so, I discovered that it is not on our forgiveness any more than on our goodness that the world’s healing hinges, but on His. When He tells us to love our enemies, He gives, along with the command, the love itself.”

Our world is newly inflicting wounds on families, nations and individuals. And yet, in these dark days, perhaps especially in these dark days, the injunction to “Love one another”, continues to be the Lord’s law, commandment and plea.

As, I have loved you, love one another… Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do…

Blessed is that day when, “we shall be like him; for we shall see him as he is. And every man that hath this hope in him purifieth himself, even as he is pure.” John 3:2-3

Renewal of our hearts and souls is the message of Easter! Love one Another!

I was recently asked to speak on personal revelation in my life. This caused me deep reflection. I pondered on the times when revelation has come in my life in successive waves, repeatedly lifting and blessing me, dear friends and family, and total strangers.

I have identified these as being times when either I have been pondering what I have been given in gratitude or times when I or when there has been an unmet spiritual need that I may not have even been aware of. More often, it is both.

In either case, there was always a common denominator that shaped the clarity and content of the revelation, and that was my willingness to follow the impressions that were given to me.

Real Intent

There is a famous scripture in the Book of Mormon (Moroni 10:3-5) that promises that if, after one ponders the tender mercies which God has given from the days of Adam to the present day, that if this person truly seeks with a sincere heart and real intent to know the truth of the word contained in that book, it will be given them to know.

This is a matter of fervent and sincere prayer, but increasingly the words “real intent” have come to have a deep and sacred meaning to me. To really receive revelation, a seeker of truth must have “real intent” to live according to the truth that he or she finds. If we are to receive personal revelation that will change the course of our lives for good, we must be willing to let that revelation change the course of our life.

A Fundamental Truth

Here is what I have come to feel is a fundamental truth about personal revelation:

The quest for personal revelation is nothing less than the quest to conform our will with God’s.

Receiving personal revelation is not passive. It enlists our obedience. For the Lord has said:

Abraham 3:25 – “And we will prove them herewith, to see if they will do all things whatsoever the Lord their God shall command them.”

A Journey to Bless Others

In my talk, I really struggled with which experience I should share to illustrate this powerful principle. Let me share a story of a trip I took to see my sister’s wedding in another state, which was an inspired miracle in itself, but in preparing to go, I fervently asked that I could bring the blessing of the gospel to open the hearts of the people I met both there and in my travels. My real intent was to follow through on anything the Lord asked me to do.

The Lord blessed me in this. As I greeted each person on my journey, I came to know of their individual journeys and their accomplishments and struggles. In empathy, I shared life experiences that showed the Lord’s tender mercies in my life that dealt with similar struggles and without exception, on this trip, as we shared together, be it on a plane, cab or shuttle, we had powerful discussions that left us as friends.

Yes, the wedding was wonderful. My love for my sister and her new husband grew and I met many wonderful people there who I cherish, but also on the journey, the Lord brought me to 10-people, whose memories I have also come to cherish, including a shuttle driver, who I cried together with as she shared how she overcame a struggle with an addiction. I was left with many beautiful stories from beautiful children of God.

What is the Cost?

The cost of this life experience was that I delayed departing on a Saturday morning so that I could serve in the temple of God and visit loved ones before I left. The cost was that I would likely never see Mount Rushmore. The cost was that on Sunday morning, when I was uncertain of how to get to a small church branch in a distant city that the Lord had told me to go to, I chose not to eat breakfast in order to make calls to find a way, and when Uber, Lyft and the local cab companies all told me they couldn’t get me there, it cost me a prayer to tell the Lord that I had done all that I could and if I was to be at that branch, He would have to get me there. And he did.

And that is how I ended up on a late flight where I shared my mother’s experience of becoming a physician’s assistant with a young, struggling girl who so wanted a similar career. It is how I ended up on a midnight shuttle to talk to that dear sister that said, “It was no coincidence you were on my shuttle tonight.” That is how in answer to my prayer, a cab driver called me back and said that a man had just called needing pickup in the very same remote city as the branch I needed to go to and that if I was ready in a few minutes, he could get me there. That is how that same driver and I had a precious 45-minutes together to remind him of a faith that needed to be rejuvenated. It is how I arrived at the branch just in time to witness the confirmation of a new member who sat and sang with me and who the missionaries told me had needed my sincere words of encouragement. It is how a dear sister assigned to that branch from my sister’s city, gave me a 20-mile ride where I could tell her son about service in the Lord’s kingdom, such that when she dropped me off, with emotion, she thanked me for teaching her son. It is how I had precious hours with my sister walking along a riverbank in her city in long-overdue, loving reminiscing. It is how I came to speak with a man trying to overcome an addiction because in the terminal, he had forgotten his charger that I helped him with… and it went on.

What was the cost? I feel it cost me nothing, but I had to listen.

What a wonderful principle that the Lord gives us line upon line, precept upon precept as we are ready and willing to receive each tiny whisper of revelation, until the perfect day comes that we are able to recognize the constant ripples of revelation moving us to do all things that the Lord requires of us.

The joy is truly in our journey. Revelation is dynamic, not static, and it comes as we act with real intent.