Sunday, November 9, 2008

If the Savior Stood Beside Me


Elder Cordova of the Seventy visited our stake conference this weekend, and we had a wonderful experience with him. All of his talks were exceptional, but his words this morning touched me as much as any I've heard. He began by greeting us, of course, and expressed his love for the people of our stake. He then asked all of the Primary children to stand up. After they had done so, he encouraged them to move out into the aisles so that we could see them. This was quite a departure from the norm, and I was expecting to hear lots of noise and confusion. Amazingly, the children were reverent, as if they sensed the sacred nature of what was to come.  

Once they were in the aisles, and remember, this is every aisle in the chapel and cultural hall, Elder Cordova invited them to walk up toward him. Before long, all of these lovely children were gathered together in the center aisles, filling about the front 3/4 of the chapel. It was quite a sight. One little girl in particular touched me because she was holding her little sister in her arms. I have to tell you that the entire scene brought tears to my eyes, but as it happens, that was just the beginning. 

Elder Cordova then asked the children if they would do him a favor and sing a song for him. The song he requested was "If the Savior Stood Beside Me," one that was presented this year in the ward Primary programs. I'll share the words with you, in case you haven't heard or can't remember them:

If the Savior stood beside me, would I do the things I do?
Would I think of His commandments and try harder to be true?
Would I follow His example? Would I live more righteously,
if I could see the Savior standing nigh, watching over me?

If the Savior stood beside me, would I say the things I say?
Would my words be true and kind if He were never far away?
Would I try to share the gospel? Would I speak more reverently
if I could see the Savior standing nigh, watching over me?

He is always near me, though I do not see him there;
and because he loves me dearly, I am in His watchful care.
So I'll be the kind of person that I know I'd like to be
if I could see the Savior standing nigh, watching over me.
                                                                       -by Sally DeFord

I cannot adequately express to you how touching it was to see these children called up unexpectedly from the audience in such numbers. To hear their high, clear voices spontaneously singing this lilting, innocent melody for the entire congregation was a gift to everyone in attendance. Let's just say that I was not the only person in the building with tears streaming down my face. 

After they had returned to their seats, Elder Cordova smiled gently and said, "It's all worth it, isn't it?"

I wish every one of you could have been there. This was such a rare moment, the kind you know you will call up again and again to savor in sweet memory. It's like having a brand new penny in my pocket, one which I can pull out and enjoy the brightness of any time I want to feel the Spirit more abundantly.

Alma definitely knew what he was talking about when he said, "...by small and simple things are great things brought to pass..." (Alma 37:6). I am grateful I was privileged to witness this small, simple, great thing.

Friday, November 7, 2008

Love Thy Temple-picketing, Anti-Prop 8 Neighbors?


Yesterday the Los Angeles temple was picketed by a large number of people who oppose Proposition 8. Looking at pictures of that event, I was deeply troubled to see derogatory signs with ugly words hanging on the gates surrounding that sacred building. (I have chosen not to post those pictures due to the fact that they are inflammatory.)

On the internet, I have seen many LDS people respond to this and other hostility directed at us with fear and indignation. While both feelings are understandable, it is my sincere belief that neither will serve us well as we go forward. It is important that those who stand for truth and righteousness exhibit righteousness in their defense of truth. One woman I know pointed out that the Savior showed righteous anger in clearing the money changers from the temple. Perhaps that is true (He did overturn the tables), but I would add to that observation the fact that He, as a perfect Being, was able to bless and heal the blind and lame immediately afterward, indicating that the Spirit (as always) continued with Him. We are imperfect beings, and with our core beliefs so deeply involved, the task of keeping whatever anger we feel "righteous" may prove difficult. On that basis, I am convinced that we would do better not to entertain anger at all. Today, I am actively pursuing that goal, and I am having to work hard at it. I know I will prevail because I am determined to do so, with the Lord's help.

Anger is a reactive emotion, and no one is free from experiencing it. Choosing to entertain it, however, is a different matter. Justifying our angry responses so that we can invite them into our hearts to stay is not Christ-like and never will be. If our intent is to serve the Lord well, we need to be careful to emulate Him in our service. That old question, "What would Jesus do?" is an appropriate guide for us in navigating this difficult and painful circumstance. We are more likely to act as He would have us act if we remind ourselves that those who profess and exhibit animosity toward the Church and its members because of their stance on Proposition 8 are being deceived by an adversary so devious and insidious that every man, woman, and child on earth falls prey to his efforts at one time or another. We are not immune, and empathy for brothers and sisters who have lost their bearings on this issue is appropriate.

Does this mean that we fight any less hard for the preservation of marriage as ordained by God? No. It simply means that we fight the good fight, the worthy fight, the fight in which we are fighting for ALL of Father's children, even and especially those on the other side. Such an action on our parts requires both love and compassion. In that spirit, we leave the judgment to God, who does not see through a glass darkly (as we do) but knows the end from the beginning. Only He can be trusted to judge fairly, and that is why we, and the entire universe, trust Him.

Let us strive to be disciples of Christ by disciplining ourselves. There is a reason those two words have the same root, a reason we should take to heart. We have much work to do in building up and preserving the Kingdom, and we need to be above reproach in our efforts. Prop 8 has passed in California, but that passage is already being appealed by detractors on the basis that it supposedly violates existing constitutional law and must therefore be termed a "revision" rather than a proposition. Unlike an amendment, a revision requires a 2/3 vote in order to be incorporated into the constitution. In other words, this movement to define marriage as between a man and a woman is far from over. Even if this appeal fails, there will be others, and we must stand ready...and worthy...to fight.

"Yea, and cry unto God for all thy support; yea, let all thy doings be unto the Lord, and whithersoever thou goest, let it be in the Lord; yea, let all thy thoughts be directed unto the Lord; yea, let the affections of thy heart be placed upon the Lord forever. Counsel with the Lord in all thy doings, and he will direct thee for good..." (Alma 37:36-7).

PS. On a completely different note, I just saw that the post I sent in about my "favorite NieNie post" is featured on NieNie Dialogues today! Read it here.

Thursday, November 6, 2008

Music: The Magic Carpet of Moodelicious Mediums



I used to think magic carpet rides were the stuff of fairy tales (or Steppenwolf), but today I have seen the light! Life experience, as it so often does, has proven me wrong.

Magic carpet rides not only exist, but they are readily available––any time, any day, any place––in the form of music, or more specifically, songs. These melodic, lyrical, and (don't forget!) time-traveling vehicles come in an endless variety of shades, shapes and textures, and the particular one you choose determines your destination. (In light of this new awareness, song selection takes on a whole new meaning!)

"How'd ya figure this out?" you may well ask. (Okay, you didn't ask, but humor me a minute, even if you don't give a rat's rear.)

For several days now, I've been trying to churn out two things: (1) the Christmas program for my ward (congregation) and (2) the annual Christmas Eve story for my family. There have been many stops and starts...well, actually, one stop for every start. In other words, no progress at all. Oh sure, I've got some good notes...some basic ideas...but absolutely no mojo. None. No "magic" of any kind, in fact, and that's a definite no-go. Because Christmas is all about magic.

The dumb part is that I already know exactly what the problem is. I can't seem to get myself in quite the right mood...the right "place." I know the solution, too––a magic (melodic) carpet ride––but I haven't been willing to admit that I need one. Why not? First, because I feel like I should be able to transport myself without assistance to whatever writing "place" I need to visit; and second, because I haven't been willing to play Christmas music to get there. This is not so much a matter of pride, by the way, as it is a wanting to save the joy of Christmas and its carols for December. It's simple. If you start too early, you don't get the same bang for your "songs of Noel" buck. And I selfishly want all the yuletide bang I can get. (Somehow that didn't come out quite right...sorry.)

Anyway, here's the all-too-telling truth. I'm going to have to give in and hitch a ride on (listen to) Bring a Torch, Jeanette Isabella. And if Jeanette doesn't quite get me there, I guess I'm willing to hop aboard the Coventry Carol...or catch a flight on the Wassail Song. A writer's gotta do what a writer's gotta do, right?

The real deal, putting all my "not-wanting-to-rush-Christmas-song-listening" angst aside, is this: Musical magic carpets and the wild, wacky, wondrous, wistful rides they take us on are the greatest! I even have some favorites. Grazin' in the Grass, for instance, transports me in one, smooth flight to my first year in college, my first real love (now my husband), and Spring. (Resulting mood: elation). I can also ride Love Can Make You Happy or Crystal Blue Persuasion to the same place. (Oddly, Hey Jude, from the identical era, doesn't quite make the trip for me, even though I love that song.)

Oh, shoot. Who am I kidding with my second-string carols playlist? JeanetteCoventry?? Wassail??? Those songs ain't gonna *fly*(Agreed, the magic carpet analogy is getting cumbersome; time to sign off.)

Sufficeth to say that I'll probably have to pull out the big guns to get the job done: Silent Night, O Little Town of Bethlehem, AND The First Noel. I may even have to jump on Away in a Manger. But I'm not touching O Holy Night with a ten-foot pole until November 28th. End of discussion.

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Moroni and Prop 8: Raising the Title of Liberty

A friend sent me this poster by e-mail recently. I like it because it happens to be a visual depiction of the exact symbolism that came to my mind early last month while conversing with my husband about Prop 8. We were both lamenting the fact that so many people oppose the proposition, and I said that while I wasn't at all confident it would pass, the important thing for us to do as individuals and members of the Church was to hold up the standard of liberty, as Moroni did. Like him, we had a responsibility to stand as witnesses of God at all times and in all things and in all places, and if we failed to do all we could to share our beliefs about Prop 8, we would be held accountable.

We're told that the war in heaven is now being fought on earth. I don't know if we will win or lose this particular skirmish; that's in the Lord's hands. What I do know is that God's plan includes ultimate victory, and those who have sacrificed their time and energy expressing their support of marriage between a man and a woman will be blessed for their efforts in defending the faith.

"And it came to pass that he rent his coat; and he took a piece thereof, and wrote upon it––In memory of our God, our religion, and freedom, and our peace, our wives, and our children––and he fastened it upon the end of a pole" (Alma 46:12).

"And he took the pole, which had on the end thereof his rent coat, (and he called it the title of liberty)..." (Alma 46:13).

"And it came to pass also, that he caused the title of liberty to be hoisted upon every tower which was in all the land, which was possessed by the Nephites; and thus Moroni planted the standard of liberty among the Lamanites" (Alma 46:36).

In the weeks, months and years ahead, may we resolve to do no less.

Monday, November 3, 2008

Funniest You Tube Video EVER!

Bar none, this is the funniest You Tube video I've ever seen! (Am I giving away too much information about my sense of humor?) But, come on! Ya gotta admit...This is just plain clever.

(Be sure to scroll down to my playlist and pause my music so you can hear the video's music instead.)

So, what d'ya think? Am I off-base, or is this one hilarious??

Saturday, November 1, 2008

Diary of a Fall Freak



It was October 1990 when my husband and I first visited Northern California and decided to take the job offer and leave So Cal for a season, quite literally. Yep. Autumn closed the deal. Don't get me wrong, the job offer was a good one, but the sights and smells of one incredible fall day in the little village where we now live completely won us over.

Today was such a day. As I stopped by the Post Office to mail my ballot (that's a whole other post, by the way), I had one of those moments when you stop thinking and start seeing all the beauty that surrounds you. And there is considerable beauty to behold. 

Fall in Northern California defies description, but I'm compelled to try. (I freely admit that this is undoubtedly a regrettable impulse, not dissimilar to the one various singers on American Idol have to sing Maria, Whitney, and Celine.) And to think I used to mock them...

Anyway, the magic begins with a bright blue sky, dotted with just enough fluffy white clouds to make a blustery day seem believable. (Have you seen these kinds of clouds? The ones that look so much like children's illustrations that you expect them to sprout mouths and start blowing up a gale or two?) Exhilarating. And I haven't even mentioned the colors yet! 

The trees on my street are just beginning to change hues, but in a week or two they will run the gamut from bright green to forest and sage green to various shades of yellow and orange to crimson red and burgundy. The flowers are still in bloom as well, and those big, Bay area roses are out of this world. For me, the profusion of color is downright mood-altering.

Which is a good thing...because there's been a lot on my mind this week, and I wasn't exactly singing Zip-a-dee-doo-dah when I left the house. Driving along, though, with leaves skittering across the street before me, I couldn't resist putting the windows down so I could hear the rustling. That's when the smell hit me, and a whiff of autumn in this corner of the world is always worth its weight in acorns...to say nothing of the temperature, which somehow manages to combine the remnants of warm with the beginnings of brisk in a way that I find totally irresistible. 

It was and is heaven. Pure and simple. (And a little bit spicy.)

Okay, so I'm a fall freak. There's worse things, right? Like Christmas freaks. (What's that you say?) Oh, yeah. I'm one of those, too.  =)


Riding the Wind

Sometimes on a windy day
I close my eyes and fly away.
I float with leaves upon the breeze,
then skitter around the lofty trees.
I hop and skip from yard to yard
and frolic down the boulevard;
until, at last, my journey through,
I find my way back home to you.

Friday, October 31, 2008

Another Gloriously Ghoulish poem


















Ghostly Guests

A gaggle of giggling ghosts gathered gaily
to groan in the graveyard one night.
They glided so gracefully, Grigsby the groundskeeper
gasped at the glorious sight.
He gaped as the glimmering, glistening glow
grew legs and goose-stepped through the grasslands below,
but just at the gate of my grandma and gramps,
the ghoulish gang sneezed and blew out like gas lamps.

Thursday, October 30, 2008

A Happy, Haunting Halloween Poem


Haunted houses, eerie sounds
All the goblins gather round
Lonely ghoulies stalk the night
Lurking in the ghostly light
Owls hoot softly, "Whooo is there?"
Witches cats are everywhere
Evil creatures, grim and hairy
Even trick-or-treat seems scary
Neighbors laugh and give you candy

WAS IT A DREAM? NOPE!
H A L L O W E E N
                                                           

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Family Photo Wall Finally Finished! (And photo'd.)



Ta-Dum! Step right up, ye doers of visual projects, and feast thy practiced (and hopefully, forgiving) eyes upon the first ever reasonably successful example of such a project on the part of Sue the blogger lady.

Yep, here it is!! The official and completely finished photo wall, created by little ol' me. (And by the way, this is indeed a genuine photo of the actual wall, itself, taken by yours truly and her trusty digital elf.) 

Should we add photography to my growing list of skills? (Perhaps not...)

Disclaimer:  Okay, in all candor, the wall is not exactly finished in the sense that I have yet to put up the two signs I ordered to go directly above the photographs. But those are also pictured above, so you can sort of imagine the finished product, except that the two signs (to be placed midway between the ceiling and the top row of pics) will be side by side rather than on top of each other. Pretty cool, if I do say so myself. And I do say so myself. Loud and clear, for all to hear.

So there you are. My family photo wall. What d'ya think?

Prop 8: Its impact? GREAT.

Warning:  This is not a "politically correct" post, at least where I live, but I feel obligated to make a statement of my beliefs and concerns about Proposition 8 due to its critical importance in this election.

I'll begin by affirming that I have no bias against gay individuals or groups per se and that I respect them as friends and associates. Neither do I oppose domestic partner statutes affording them any and all legal rights enjoyed by heterosexual couples in a marriage relationship. (Family Code 297.5) What I do oppose, specifically, is changing the legal definition of marriage to anything other than between a man and a woman. Here's how I see it. Domestic partnership is a newer status, engendered (and rightfully so) to support/protect the rights of same-sex couples. Marriage, on the other hand, is an ancient institution with well-established parameters developed more years ago than any of us would want to count and supporting/protecting not just the relationship between a man and a woman but the children that naturally result from the biological nature of such a union. 

It is my deeply held belief that marriage is ordained of God as a sort of three-way contract with Him, made by a man and a woman who wish to welcome God's spirit children into their home. It is also my deeply held belief that no man or woman has a "right" to expand or redefine an institution as set forth by God. His law is not ours to change. We have no authority, as the California Supreme Court apparently believes it has, to "legislate from the bench." 

Of course, I understand that not every American or Californian agrees with me, and I have no problem with that at all. There are many, however, who do agree. A number of people in our country (myself included) view marriage as a sacred estate whose purpose, at base, is procreation. Countless more, while not seeing this as a religious issue, are simply opposed to the idea of making marriage an umbrella category for every type of pairing entered into by committed individuals. In their purely secular view, marriage is marriage and domestic partnership is domestic partnership...historically, two different things. Indeed, why imbue an already established word, "marriage," with new definitions? It becomes confusing. Such new definitions, arguably, are best served by an equally new word. Should an e-mail address have the same nomenclature as a url? They are both internet addresses, but the dynamic, the process, and the end result of their use differs. Specificity in naming them, therefore, makes sense.

Other groups who support Proposition 8 are concerned about the manner in which a liberal state Supreme Court stepped in to overturn a law voted on and put in place by the people of California. Furthermore, a number of legal experts feel that the Court's ruling has established gay individuals as a "protected class." This status would likely make it difficult for individuals who are not gay to prevail in lawsuits where religious rights and gay rights come into conflict. Recently a doctor, whose personal religious views and conscience did not permit him to inseminate a lesbian woman, was sued by her and lost, even though another doctor agreed to perform the procedure. She had alternatives, in other words, but she was not satisfied with them. This suggests to me that the purpose of her suit was to satisfy one thing and one thing only: the need to see her rights as a gay person prevail over this man's right to freedom in practicing his religion according to his conscience. In all fairness, whose rights would be most violated here? Does his choice keep her from being inseminated as a lesbian woman? No. Does her choice to sue him (and win) keep him from practicing his beliefs (and medicine) as a religious man? Yes. She has other options. He does not. And yet, her rights prevailed...a harbinger, many people believe, of things to come. At the very least, a legal precedent has been set.

Another potential problem has been seen in Boston, where gay marriage is already legal. Catholic Charities has closed down operations there because it cannot arrange adoptions for same-sex couples and still maintain integrity with Catholic beliefs. Even though same-sex couples could have used other adoption agencies, the operative agenda was to see a gay person's right to adopt win out over the Catholic church's right to practice its religion and manage its adoption agencies in accordance with its core beliefs. Once again, religious rights lost the battle where there should be no battle at all. In essence, the right of gay couples to adopt at ANY agency they might want to approach was deemed more important than the right of an agency (run and based upon the Catholic religion and its tenets) to self-determine in accordance with its core beliefs. The Church was forced to either surrender its own rights or shut down. In this instance at least, gay rights trumped the rights of a religious group or individual. Where is the justice in that, especially if it becomes the national precedent? Where is the justice in having schools (at best) validate and (at worst) present ideas of marriage and family that are directly contrary to parents' religious beliefs? Should churches be sued if they refuse to allow same-sex marriages in their religious buildings that are open to the public? These are all concerns of mine. 

More than a few opponents of Proposition 8 label any person who supports the idea that only a man and a woman should be eligible for marriage as a "hater." Those who espouse same-sex marriage too frequently view those who oppose it as (best case) homophobic and (worst case) bigots who want to deny the rights of fellow citizens simply because their lifestyle does not agree with more traditional views. Both of these assumptions are patently unfair. What's more, they worry me, for they suggest that views based upon religion are now being classed with views based on racism, ageism, or other prejudices. Religion is not a prejudice, it's a right, as valid and sacred as any other. Yet, opinions based on religious belief have become suspect, and the right to exercise religion is becoming somehow "less worthy" than other rights. People do have a right to act in accordance with their religious beliefs, and those beliefs should be respected, not suspected. 

Contrary to (some) popular opinion, it is entirely possible to believe that men should not "marry" men and women should not "marry" women without bearing any malice at all toward the men and women in question. I fully support their right to form loving, committed unions under the protection of fair and equitable domestic partnership laws. For me, supporting Proposition 8 is simply about believing that marriage as an institution is ordained of God, between a man and a woman, with procreation as its greatest end. Period.

10/23/08 - POST SCRIPT: CHECK OUT THIS GREAT ARTICLE (TRUE STORY) AT MERIDIAN MAGAZINE.