with no consideration of recompense.
Tuesday, 3/20/18
Hello Nate,
God bless you!
I am not sure what you do to celebrate FHE on Monday nights. Once a month we have a group that meets together and call it Empty Nester's Family Home Evening.
I am the only single guy that attends. And we always have a pot luck dinner. I have a severe allergy to monosodium glutamate, a flavor enhancer, also called MSG. It is in gravies and salad dressings and flavored potatoe chips and tomato sauce and on and on. Rather than try to decide if there is anything I can eat I just eat at home and sit at the table without a plate and visit while everyone else eats.
You may ask, why go if you can't eat? Answer: Socializing
Sounds strange doesn't it. Let me tell you it is strange and it causes everyone around me to reevaluate their own motivations.
After FS yesterday I ran some errands and then went home for my late lunch and reading time and nap. Then when I am not fighting sleep I can index some more, refreshed and awake at night. I am restudying GBH whose teachings were our priesthood and relief society manual last year. I get spiritually saturated at times and am full enough I can't take in any more. One page from his lesson left me full and very thoughtful.
This is the page:The Lord has declared in modern revelation, “If your eye be single to my glory, your whole bodies shall be filled with light, and there shall be no darkness in you.” (D&C 88:67.)
As we look with love and gratitude to God, as we serve him with an eye single to his glory, there goes from us the darkness of sin, the darkness of selfishness, the darkness of pride. There will come an increased love for our Eternal Father and for his Beloved Son, our Savior and our Redeemer. There will come a greater sense of service toward our fellowmen, less of thinking of self and more of reaching out to others.
This principle of love is the basic essence of the gospel of Jesus Christ.5
If we would claim to worship and follow the Master, must we not strive to emulate his life of service? None of us may rightly say that his life is his own. Our lives are gifts of God. We come into the world not of our own volition. We leave not according to our wish. Our days are numbered not by ourselves, but according to the will of God.
So many of us use our lives as if they were entirely our own. Ours is the choice to waste them if we wish. But that becomes a betrayal of a great and sacred trust. As the Master made so abundantly clear, “For whosoever will save his life shall lose it; but whosoever shall lose his life for my sake and the gospel’s, the same shall save it.” (Mark 8:35.)6
My beloved brethren and sisters, the challenge is great. The opportunities are all about us. God would have us do His work—and do it with energy and cheerfulness. That work, as He has defined it, is to “succor the weak, lift up the hands which hang down, and strengthen the feeble knees.” (D&C 81:5.)
It is to minister to those in need. It is to comfort the bereaved. It is to visit the widow and the fatherless in their affliction. It is to feed the needy, to clothe the naked, to shelter those who have not a roof over their heads. It is to do as the Master did, who “went about doing good.” (Acts 10:38.)7
My message to you today … is that you resolve to dedicate a part of your time, as you map out your life’s work, to those in distress and need, with no consideration of recompense.
Did any of that touch you?
I loved it.
I wished I could share it with my quorum.
So I took my priesthood manual with me to ENFHE last night just incase it would be opportune to share. Well as it turned out the person giving the lesson fell through so it was Vern to the rescue! It was perfect. It was almost as if it had been planned.
You may have heard the oft quoted scripture: if ye are prepared ye shall not fear.
Well what about: if ye are prepared the opportunity will be provided?
I love to teach. I love the gospel of Jesus Christ. I love the prophets of the restoration. So I could give it my whole heart and soul.
As I left I had the doubts enter my mind. How had I done? Was the message appropriate? Then I realized, they were not my words. They were the words of a prophet given with my personality. I was safe!
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