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SACRAMENT MEETING REVERENCE

            I have a question. In the October, 1976, issue of the Ensign, President Marion G. Romneysaid, “Reverence is the soul of true religion. Its seedbed is sincerity. Its quality is determined by the esteem in which one holds the object of his reverence as evidenced by his behavior toward that object. When that object is God, the genuinely reverent person has a worshipful adoration coupled with a respectful behavior toward Him and all that pertains to Him. . . Judged by their superior knowledge of God, Latter-day Saints should be the most reverent people in the world (italics added) . . .” If his last statement is true, then why is it that more often than not, when I first enter an LDS chapel in preparation for Sacrament meeting, what I see—and hear—reminds me more of a subdued ward party than a worshipful service?

Some may respond by saying reverence is a private feeling or something we can feel no matter what events are taking place around us. Besides, members of Christ’s church are friendly, aren’t they? They work together, too, and they try to accomplish much in a short time.


While I believe such characteristics are good and represent our love for each other and our dedication to God’s service, and while I also believe we can feel our love for Him even as we are chatting or “catching that person we just have to talk to before we leave the room,” I can’t help wondering. . .


Last summer, I toured a Buddhist temple in Shanghai, China. Due to my background, I assumed the building would be a no-longer-used, cultural landmark, similar to a historical site in the United States; but I was wrong. It was a “working” temple, where believers worshipped, monks studied, and tourists, like me, paid to enter, then paid again to enter the “holiest” room, walking throughout the building, examining and visiting at our leisure. However, I also noticed that even though all was in commotion around them, the few worshippers in attendance appeared riveted to their rites. How could this be, I wondered?


I had these same feelings a year earlier when I entered the Sistine Chapel in Vatican City, Italy. That revered room, one of Catholicism’s most holy places on earth, housed wondrous, awe-inspiring paintings by history’s esteemed artists. Yet I, along with many other paying tourists, found myself bustling among committed, reverent worshippers. Their tear-filled eyes were focused upward, and their mouths were silent. I did not doubt their devotion. But, while I marveled at them, as I later did the Buddhist worshippers, my wonderings eventually turned more thought provoking: Since reverence was so obviously an inward feeling, when it came right down to it, was there really that much of a difference between those places of worship and our own Sacrament Meetings? 
            Another thought. The same year I toured Vatican City, I also visited several Austrian cathedrals. These, too, were open to the public, but I remember one edifice in particular which exhibited a major difference from its counterparts: there was a glass-walled entryway where tourists or other non-worshippers could watch the ceremonies without disturbing the sanctity of the meeting. I appreciated that. And even though I didn’t stay long—I felt uncomfortable gaping at the local Austrians like they were performers—it reminded me of the truths taught in our simple Primary song, “The Chapel Doors.
                              


The chapel doors seem to say to me, “Sh, be still.”


For this is a reverent place to be, “Sh, be still.”


We gather here on the Sabbath day,


To learn of Jesus, to sing and pray. 
            So when we come through the chapel doors, “Sh, be still.”

Similarly, Elder Vaughn J. Featherstone in the September, 1976 Friend, described reverence in this way:

“Reverence during meetings is a very important part of the responsibility we have as members of His true church. We are all impressed with the reverence shown by children in Primary who enter the chapel quietly with arms folded. Their reverence is an example that all members of the Church should appreciate and remember when attending any meetings in the chapel.


“However, reverence is not shown only in the chapel. Boys and girls who have learned how to be reverent do not run up and down the halls or yell and talk loudly inside the church. Reverent people also do not offend or hurt people’s feelings or make fun of others’ clothing or appearance. They try to be kind to everyone they meet.


“At Sunday School and sacrament meeting we have an opportunity to show our Savior how much we love Him by being reverent. It is not reverent to walk in and out of a sacrament meeting while it is in progress. We should get a drink of water and go to the rest room before the meeting begins. It is very disturbing to a speaker when someone leaves. The attention of other members in the congregation is also distracted.


“Those who speak and provide music have prayed and often fasted for help with their assignment. The reverent person listens carefully and receives the message from the speaker.


“Determine to be reverent in sacrament meeting by never speaking out loud. Speak in a whisper and then only when it is absolutely necessary. Sing the hymns with your parents. Children have beautiful voices and it adds much to the meeting when they sing. It is appropriate to take the sacrament with your right hand. And during the administration and passing of the sacrament, we should try to think of the Savior.
“Boys and girls who have smaller brothers and sisters should not tease them. They should not keep asking their mothers or fathers to let them take these little ones out. Your brothers and sisters and often older people can learn how to be reverent by watching your behavior.”

    I welcome Elder Featherstone’s depiction of reverence. It’s not only simple, but it also teaches us exactly how we should behave without ignoring the fact that reverence is a feeling. However, what I appreciate most about it is it gives me hope that we Latter-day Saints can follow the Austrians’ example and leave our outside cares in the entry way before we walk through those sacred doors. That way, we, too, can see and hear and feel reverence; we can more fully worship the True and Living God.

Another Helpful Article:

“How We Improved Reverence”

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Driving through Austria's Alps

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My Top Ten Wedding Gifts

I recently attended a bridal shower. The bride bubbled with radiance, beauty, and optimism. Her mother looked on with gratitude and hope. Her friends hugged and congratulated her. It was a moment not to be forgotten. But as I watched her, I couldn’t help but think back on my own bridal shower—how I’d felt and what I’d imagined for my future life with my husband—and at the same time, I also saw bits of my twenty-two years of marriage—the trials, the heart ache, the times of true joy—and thought, “Knowing all this, can’t I offer a wedding gift that represents more than this moment? Something that can help them reach their ultimate goal of oneness with each other and with God?” Yes. Which is why I have created this “Top Ten” list of practical, yet meaningful, wedding gifts: << MORE >>

Broccoli with Garlic, a GREAT Recipe

As I've said before, my husband and I went to China last summer. While there, our eyes, noses, and taste buds were awakened to many new senses. Sometimes we liked what we saw, smelled, or tasted, and sometimes we didn't, but there was one dish my husband tried (I wasn't there at the time) at one of his favorite restaurants in Shanghai which he loved so much that when he got home, he searched the internet until he found a recipe that seemed to contain all the flavors he remembered. Then, he went directly to the store, bought the ingredients, and soon after cooked it up. His first try wasn't quite right, he said, so he experimented with the cooking time and the amount of garlic, salt, and cayenne pepper until he finally found his—now our—favorite combination. My family LOVES this dish. Including the kids. We've even had a few family, late night snacks of just this broccoli, so I thought I'd share it with you. I've copied this recipe directly from sneakykitchen.com. I hope you enjoy it. Actually, I bet you will!
Broccoli with Garlic
1 1bunch of broccoli, OR 1 lb. frozen chopped broccoli (we only use fresh broccoli)
6 garlic cloves
1 to 2 tablespoons olive oil
1/2 teaspoon salt
2 tablespoons water
1/4 teaspoon cayenne pepper (optional—we use it!)

1.  Wash broccoli and cut into small florets.  (We do not use the stems.) 

2. Steam in a microwave steamer or over boiling water until barely tender and still bright green (about 3-1/2 to 5 minutes in a microwave, depending on the volume of broccoli and water). Don't overcook: with all cruciferae, this is a very important guideline!


3.  Place olive oil in a skillet over medium heat. Chop or mince the garlic. When the oil is hot, add the salt then the garlic. Sauté, stirring frequently, just until the garlic starts to soften. Quickly add the water, and the cayenne pepper if desired. Turn heat low and simmer for a couple of minutes. Place the broccoli in a large glass or crockery serving bowl. Pour the garlic mixture over it, mixing gently to coat. << MORE >>

Learning from our Heritage

In the April 2008 issue of the Ensign, our newly sustained prophet, President Thomas S. Monson, provided three guides to eternal happiness. Speaking of the first guide—"Learn from the Past"—he said it was our privilege and responsibility to build on the "firm and stable" examples of, as well as the faithful lessons learned by, our stalwart forebears. As I read that story, I pondered on the faith and sacrifices of my own forebears, a few of whose stories I have had published in the Friend, and I wondered, what more can I do to remember my past? Or, more importantly, what more can I do to help my children remember and learn from their heritage? Three ideas came to mind: << MORE >>

Discipline--When It's Not Your Child

Consider these two events:
1)-A child and her sister were noisily sitting in Sacrament meeting at the far end of a long row, and their parents were near the middle row, a few siblings away.

Soon, an elderly gentleman calmly moved from his bench, which was several seats ahead and across the aisle from the two girls, and sat next to them. Then, with very few words, he removed a piece of paper and a pencil from his suit pocket and showed them how to play a silent game on the paper. The girls remained quiet for the rest of the meeting and forever after thought of that man as their friend.

2)-In the days when Sunday School was the only meeting held on Sunday morning, a twelve-year-old girl walked into Sunday School opening exercises and made her way to the front of the chapel to sit with her class. There was little room next to the other students, but since the meeting was about to start and another girl had her leg turned up onto the bench, the first girl sat down on the edge of the bench, thinking the other girl would move her leg. But the second girl didn't, even after the first girl asked her to. The first girl sat through the entire opening exercises squished on the edge of the bench.

Later, when the students went to their classroom, the Sunday School teacher (He'd been sitting on the also-crowded bench directly behind where the two girls had sat.) immediately ripped into the first girl for rudely trying to force her way onto the obviously full bench. And his yelling continued until the girl, between sobs, was allowed to explain about the second girl's leg. The teacher said nothing, or at least nothing comforting, after that, and when Sunday School was over, the girl went home and spent the rest of the day in her bedroom, crying. Needless to say, she never trusted that teacher again.

Both these events happened to me, and while I hadn't realized it at the time, now that I'm an adult, I see these incidents are similar because both represent times when an adult "disciplined" another person's child.

The word "discipline," according to Merriam-Webster's online dictionary, is defined as "training (teaching) that corrects, molds, or perfects the mental faculties or moral character." This training, according to some, can be accomplished through punishments or enforced rules. However, I believe one of the most important criteria of effective discipline is the love found within the heart of the trainer. In the LDS manual, "Teaching, No Greater Call," it states:

"The Lord taught that those who have desires to assist in His work must "be humble and full of love, having faith, hope, and charity (D&C 12:8). Only those who are motivated by love will have a positive, powerful influence on those they teach. Pray to be filled with Christ-like love toward every person you teach, especially those who sometimes behave inappropriately (italics added)."

So what does this mean? Or rather, how can we apply this counsel to those times when we believe we should discipline someone else's child? A few possible techniques for situations in and outside your home are listed here and here, but unfortunately, in none of these examples was love or kindness shown. Self-controlled, level-headed responses, yes, but not kindness. And yet, I can't help thinking that if we really wanted to correct—train—a child's behavior, not just put a temporary band-aid on it, we would do better to follow the example of the scriptural man who saw a need and helped with love: the Good Samaritan.

In Christ's parable, the Samaritan didn't chastise or berate the wounded man for his unwise actions—hadn't he known it wasn't safe to travel that road alone? Instead, he cleansed his wounds. Similarly, he didn't leave the man on the side of the road, wallowing in his misery; he lifted then carried the man to the arms of another caretaker. Isn't this how we should respond to children who misbehave? Shouldn't we show caring, guidance, and kindness as the man in my first story did?

A couple of years ago, I was on a long-term, substitute teaching assignment at our local middle school. One lunchtime, as I walked down the hall, I saw a crowd of students ahead of me. In the middle of them, two young men were fist-fighting. My first response was to scan the hall, looking for another adult, but the closer I moved to the fight, the more I realized I was the only adult around. I had to do something.

Fortunately, I knew one of the students and believed I had an "okay" rapport with him, so he was the one I approached.

First (this all happened within a few seconds), I calmly but firmly told him to stop fighting. That didn't work, so I took hold of his upper shoulder and pushed myself between the two boys, trying to separate them while continually telling them (without yelling) to stop. Finally, they moved apart enough that I could begin pulling the first boy down the hall and toward the office. While they continued to yell at each other (another teacher had arrived and taken control of the other boy), they didn't fight us, and we were eventually able to turn them over to the principal and police officer.

True, part of the reason I wasn't hurt in this altercation may be because the boys were fighting over one's treatment of a girl, however, I fully believe if I hadn't really cared about that young man, or if I had yelled, been harsh, or spoken disrespectfully to those boys, the fight would not have ended; it would have escalated. (Note: In telling this story, I'm not, in any way, advocating that we put ourselves in danger. Rather, we must first assess the situation with wisdom and then try to act with love.)

A final story:

"A young mother on an overnight flight with a two-year-old daughter was stranded by bad weather in (the) Chicago airport without food or clean clothing for the child and without money. She was two months pregnant and threatened with miscarriage, so she was under doctor's instructions not to carry the child unless it was essential. Hour after hour she stood in one line after another, trying to get a flight to Michigan. The terminal was noisy, full of tired, frustrated, grumpy passengers, and she heard critical references to her crying child and to her sliding her child along the floor with her foot as the line moved forward. No one offered to help with the soaked, hungry, exhausted child. Then, the woman later reported, 'Someone came towards us and with a kindly smile said, "Is there something I could do to help you?" With a grateful sigh I accepted his offer. He lifted my sobbing little daughter from the cold floor and lovingly held her to him while he patted her gently on the back. He asked if she could chew a piece of gum. When she was settled down, he carried her with him and said something kindly to the others in the line ahead of me, about how I needed their help. They seemed to agree and then he went up to the ticket counter (at the front of the line) and made arrangements with the clerk for me to be put on a flight leaving shortly. He walked with us to a bench, where we chatted a moment, until he was assured that I would be fine. He went on his way. About a week later I saw a picture of Apostle Spencer W. Kimball and recognized him as the stranger in the airport'" (Edward L. Kimball and Andrew E. Kimball, Jr., Spencer W. Kimball (1977), 334).

I've often heard this story repeated as an example of President Kimball's act of service to the mother in the story. But what about the child? Wasn't she crying? Weren't her wails adding to the frustration of those around her? Hadn't her mother probably asked her to "hush," but she, perhaps confused and uncaring, disobediently continued to howl? Yes. And President Kimball comforted, guided, and disciplined her responses. With love.<< MORE >>

A Heritage of Peace

(A Reader's Theater for Children)

Note: See Genesis 25-47

Characters
1st Narrator
2nd Narrator
Jacob
Esau
Joseph
Brother
Judah


1st Narrator:         Joseph's father, Jacob, taught his family to live in peace. He taught them through his example.

2nd Narrator:        When Joseph was a young boy, God told Jacob to move his family and animals to the promised 
                              land.

1st Narrator:         The promised land was in Canaan.

2nd Narrator:        On the way, they approached the place where Esau lived. Esau was Jacob's twin brother.

1st Narrator:         Jacob had left home twenty years earlier, because Esau had hated Jacob and wanted
                              to destroy him.

2nd Narrator:        Jacob knew he must find a way to live in peace with Esau, so he sent messengers to him.

Jacob:                    Go to Esau and say: I am coming with animals and servants, and I have sent to tell my Lord
                              that I may find grace in thy sight.

1st Narrator:         When the messengers returned, they told Jacob that Esau was coming with an army.

2nd Narrator:        Jacob was frightened. He prayed to Heavenly Father to help him and his family.

1st Narrator:         Then Jacob divided over 550 of his animals into several groups. He put his servants in charge of 
                              them.

Jacob:                    Take these animals ahead of me to meet Esau, and put a space between each group. Then, 
                              when Esau asks you who you are, where you are going, and whose animals these are, tell him 
                              they are a gift to him from me.  

2nd Narrator:        The servants presented the animals to Esau one group at a time.

1st Narrator:         But Esau and his army continued on toward Jacob.

2nd Narrator:        When Jacob saw him coming, he still wanted peace with his brother, so he respectfully bowed 
                              down to him.
 
1st Narrator:         Esau ran to Jacob. He hugged and kissed him.

2nd Narrator:        Jacob and Esau wept. They had missed each other. They had forgiven one another.

Esau:                    Who are these women and children?

Jacob:                   They are my family.

1st Narrator:         Jacob's family came forward. They respectfully bowed down to Esau, too.

Esau:                    Why did you give me all those animals? I have enough, my brother. Keep your animals unto
                             yourself.

Jacob:                   No, please, if I have found grace in thy sight, then receive my gift at my hand.

2nd Narrator:        Esau accepted Jacob's gifts. This was a sign that they were friends again. Now they would live in
                             peace.

1st Narrator:         Joseph saw how hard his father had worked to live in peace with his brother. And when Joseph
                             grew up, he followed his father's example. But it was very hard.

2nd Narrator:        Joseph was seventeen years old when his ten older brothers sold him as a slave into Egypt.

1st Narrator:         Joseph suffered many things because of his brothers' actions, but he remained faithful to the 
                              Lord.  

2nd Narrator:        The Lord blessed Joseph to become a ruler over the people.

1st Narrator:         One day, Joseph's brothers came to Egypt to buy food because there was a terrible famine in 
                              the land.

2nd Narrator:        Joseph was in charge of selling food to the people.

1st Narrator:         Joseph recognized his brothers, but they did not recognize him.

Joseph:                 Where have you come from?

Brother:                From the land of Canaan. We're here to buy food.

Joseph:                 You are spies!

Brother:                No. We are twelve brothers. The youngest is with our father, and one is gone.

Joseph:                 If ye be true men, let one of your brethren be bound in prison: go ye, carry corn for the famine of 
                             your houses: But bring your youngest brother unto me.

2nd Narrator:       The brothers were frightened. They spoke among themselves.

Brother:                We are guilty concerning our brother, in that we saw the anguish of his soul, when he pled with 
                             us, and we wouldn't listen. It's our fault this has happened.

2nd Narrator:        Joseph knew his brothers were talking about him. He turned away from them so they wouldn't 
                             see him weep.

1st Narrator:         Joseph's brother, Simeon, stayed behind. The other nine brothers returned home.

2nd Narrator:        When Jacob found out what had happened, he was sad and worried. He still believed Joseph 
                              was dead, and now he had lost another son, Simeon. He did not want to lose any more sons. 
                              He would not let Joseph's youngest brother, Benjamin, go to Egypt.

1st Narrator:         But after many days, Jacob's family again ran out of food.

Jacob:                   Go again, buy us a little food.

Judah:                  We can not go without Benjamin. I promise I will take care of him. If I bring him not back unto 
                             thee, and set him before thee, then let me bear the blame forever. 

Jacob:                   If it must be so, then also take these gifts to the Egyptian ruler. And God give you mercy before
                             the man, that he may send away your other brother, and Benjamin.

2nd Narrator:       When the brothers returned to Egypt, Joseph invited them to a feast.

1st Narrator:        The brothers gave Joseph the gifts.

Joseph:                 Are you well? Is your father well?

Brother:                Thy servant our father is in good health.

Joseph:                 Is this your younger brother?

Brother:                Yes.

2nd Narrator:        Joseph was happy to see Benjamin again. He loved him very much.

1st Narrator:         But Joseph still did not know if his brothers had changed. Had they learned to love and be kind 
                              to his younger brother? Had they repented of what they'd done to him? Could they live with
                              him, in peace, again?

2nd Narrator:        Joseph tested his brothers a second time. He saw they did love his younger brother. He 
                              knew they had repented, so he told them who he was.

Joseph:                 I am Joseph your brother, whom ye sold into Egypt. Do not be angry with yourselves anymore. 
                             God has brought me here that I might preserve your lives.

1st Narrator:         Joseph and his brothers hugged and kissed each other. Then Joseph asked them to bring his
                             father to Egypt, too.

2nd Narrator:        Finally, Jacob, Joseph, and their entire family were together again.

1st Narrator:         They had suffered many wrongs, but they had forgiven each other. Now they could live together 
                              happily.

Both Narrators:      They had built peace.


                                                                                      The End

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Do I Have a Testimony

   As a mother, I have struggled to find a simple, effective method to help my children understand and gain personal testimonies. I have found one such method.


   Several years ago, Utah’s 19—Mother of the Year, Joan Erickson, received a direct, personal revelation which helped her teach her own children about testimonies. She had recently given a Relief Society Spiritual Living lesson on testimonies and decided to share that lesson with her family in Family Home Evening. At one point in the evening, she quoted President Heber C. Kimball: “To meet the difficulties that are coming, it will be necessary for you to have a knowledge of the truth of this work for yourselves . . . the time will come when no man nor woman will be able to endure on borrowed light. Each will have to be guided by the light within himself. If you do not have it, how can you stand?”


   As the quote ended, her young son’s face clouded with worry. “Mama, do you think I have a testimony?”


   Sister Erickson knew that her son was a spiritually sensitive young man who said his prayers, attended church, and tried to do the things that would please our Heavenly Father; so instinctively she wanted to respond, “Of course you do,” but she felt restrained. She looked steadily at her son, silently praying to know what to say.


   Suddenly, the light of knowledge filled her mind. She picked up a piece of paper and a pencil and drew a circle. She then divided the circle in half and asked, “Son, do you believe that Heavenly Father is the father of our spirits, that he loves each of us very much, and that he hears and answers our prayers?”


   Her son answered, “Yes,” and Sister Erickson wrote the words “Heavenly Father” in the top half of the circle.


   Next, she said, “Kevin, do you believe Jesus Christ lives and that he died for us that we might live with him again?”


   Again her son answered, “Yes.”


   Sister Erickson wrote “Jesus Christ” in the bottom half of the circle and then formed a ball with her hands. “You see,” she continued, “this is the core of a testimony. No matter what else you believe, if the core is not there to sustain it, it will fail.”


   After this explanation she asked, “Do you believe in the Holy Ghost and know that He will protect, prompt, and comfort us?”


   He nodded, and his mother drew a line straight up from the top of the circle. She then asked several other, gospel-related questions, including:


   “Do you believe Joseph Smith was a true prophet?”


   “Do you believe the Book of Mormon is true?”


   “Do you believe the present day prophet is called of God?”


   To each, he answered, “Yes,” and she added another ray to the circle’s perimeter.


   When she finished, she referred to her drawing and asked, “What have I drawn?”


   “A sun,” he answered.


   “It looks like a sun,” she replied, “but what I’ve really drawn is a picture of your testimony. And yes, your testimony is like a sun. Just as the sun gives life, light, healing, and warmth to your soul. As you continue to grow in the gospel, the rays will become thicker and brighter.” She put down her pencil. “Now, do you have a testimony?”


   Her son’s eyes opened wide, and with obvious relief, he said, “I do!”


   Sister Erickson now witnesses that Heavenly Father knew her son needed to know for himself that he had a testimony. I am very grateful she has shared this experience, but I am even more grateful to Heavenly Father for revealing it to her. Now I know I can not only measure the strength of my own testimony, but I can also teach my children; I will simply start with the Son’s core and work outward.

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As I Reflect

With President Hinckley's death, I can't help thinking about all those who've paved the path of righteousness ahead of me, serving as my righteous examples, loving me as only they could. And with those thoughts have come memories of a poem I completed several years ago in response to a neighbor's grief after the untimely death of her daughter. It brought my neighbor comfort. Perhaps it will comfort others, too.

                                                    As I Reflect
       
                                    By Ronda Gibb Hinrichsen

As I reflect my mother's hands,
Nails cut short,
Callouses made soft by her caress,
I see sacrifice
Grow
Like a candle quickened on a hill.

As I reflect my father's hands,
Palms worn rough,
Fingers clenched tight in healing prayer,
I see Life's Staff
Stand
Tall in the winds of the harvest rain.

As I reflect my home, my hands,
Fingers washed white,
Palms pressed close against my heart,
I smile as winter
Melts
Spring into the Western Sunrise.<< MORE >>

Small and Simple Goals

President David O. McKay, and later, other general authorities, including President Hinckley, have reiterated this important truth: the gospel of Jesus Christ can “make bad men good and good men better.” Similarly, in her October 2007 conference address, titled “Mothers Who Know,” Sister Julie B. Beck challenged the women of the church to stand firmer, to step higher, to even “raise the bar,” so to speak, as they work to strengthen their families and homes. Convictions such as these are partially why, I believe, we optimistically try, time after time, even in the face of failure, to improve. But that doesn’t suggest we must over-extend our abilities. High jumpers, after all, don’t raise their bars to record breaking heights in one giant leap; they consistently work and persistently reach upward until the goal is obtained. That’s how we should approach our pursuits of excellence, too—with tiny, upward steps. << MORE >>

One Day

One Day
I'll tell you
how much
your kindness
meant
to me.

Life
hurt,
hardened,
hindered
until I saw
you.

White.
Washed
for me.

You didn't even
know me—
My Name—
but you
Knew
His.

And that
made all
the difference.<< MORE >>

We Believe in Christ

            (A sacred, musical Christmas program for FHE, Ward Choir programs, or other inspirational services.)


Author’s Note: This program includes a list of hymns which may be sung by choirs, congregations, or family members throughout the course of the performance; however, these hymns are suggestions only and may be substituted by hymn arrangements or other appropriate music.



Performance Time: Approximately 40 minutes.


Speakers Needed: 
Narrator 1
Narrator 2



Suggested Hymns:


O Little Town of Bethlehem (Hymns #208)—sung twice


The Lord is My Light (Hymns #89)


Once in Royal David’s City (Hymns #205)


While Shepherd’s Watched their Flocks (Hymns #211)


Who Is the Child? (CSB, pg. 46)


With Wondering Awe (Hymns #210)


Samuel Tells of the Baby Jesus (CSB, pg. 36)


I Believe in Christ (Hymns #134)


NARRATOR 1:           Since the beginning of time, prophets have testified that Jesus Christ, our Savior and Redeemer, would come to the earth. Moses said the Only Begotten Son would come in the meridian of time (Moses 5:57-59).


NARRATOR 2:           Isaiah declared: “Therefore the Lord himself shall give you a sign: Behold, a virgin shall conceive, and bear a son, and shall call his name Immanuel (Isaiah 7:14).” And Micah prophesied that the promised Messiah would be born in the little town of Bethlehem (Micah 5:2).



SONG:                        O LITTLE TOWN OF BETHLEHEM (Hymns #208)


NARRATOR 1:           Mary, Jesus’ mother, also testified of Christ’s coming birth. Soon after the angel Gabriel told her she would conceive and bear the Son of God, she went to visit her cousin Elizabeth. There, she rejoiced, saying: “My soul doth magnify the Lord,


“And my spirit hath rejoiced in God my Savior.


“For he hath regarded the low estate of his handmaiden: for, behold, from henceforth all generations shall call me blessed.


“For he that is mighty hath done to me great things; and holy is his name.


“And his mercy is on them that fear him from generation to generation.


“He hath shewed strength with his arm; he hath scattered the proud in the imagination of their hearts.


“He hath put down the mighty from their seats, and exalted them of low degree.     


“He hath filled the hungry with good things; and the rich he hath sent empty away.


                                    “He hath holpen his servant Israel, in remembrance of his mercy;


“As he spake to our fathers, to Abraham, and to his seed for ever (Luke 1:46-55).”



SONG:
                        THE LORD IS MY LIGHT (Hymns #89)



NARRATOR 2:           Several months later, God fulfilled His promise to the world by sending the Messiah. The apostle, Luke records:


“And it came to pass, in those days, that there went out a decree from Caesar Augustus, that all the world should be taxed...


                                    “And all went to be taxed, every one into his own city.


 “And Joseph also went up from Galilee, out of the city of Nazareth, into Judaea, unto the city of David, which is called Bethlehem...


                                    “To be taxed with Mary his espoused wife, being great with child.


“And so it was, that, while they were there, the days were accomplished that she should be delivered.


“And she brought forth her first-born son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger; because there was no room for them in the inn (Luke 2:1, 3-7).



SONG:
                        ONCE IN ROYAL DAVID’S CITY (Hymns #205)


NARRATOR 1:           “And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night.


NARRATOR 2:           “And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid.


“And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people.


“For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, which is Christ the Lord (Luke 2:8-11).”


SONG:                        WHILE SHEPHERDS WATCHED THEIR FLOCKS (Hymns #211)


NARRATOR 1:           Some who saw the Holy Child may have asked: “Is this the One? Is this truly the Creator of the World?” But others knew the truth.


NARRATOR 2:           “And it came to pass, as the angels were gone away from them into heaven, the shepherds said one to another, Let us now go even unto Bethlehem, and see this thing which is come to pass, which the Lord hath made known unto us.


“And they came with haste, and found Mary, and Joseph, and the babe lying in a manger.


“And when they had seen it, they made known abroad the saying which was told them concerning this child (Luke 2:15-17).”


NARRATOR 1:           Because these humble men obeyed the Lord, they were privileged to not only see the Christ, but to also testify of his divinity. They knew that Jesus truly was the One.


SONG:                        WHO IS THE CHILD? (CSB, pg. 46)


NARRATOR 1:           The heavens also declared Christ’s divinity. In Matthew, chapter 2, it states:


“Now when Jesus was born in Bethlehem of Judaea in the days of Herod the King, behold, there came wise men from the east to Jerusalem,

                                   “Saying, Where is he that is born King of the Jews? for we have seen his star in the east, and are 

                                   come to worship him . . . 


                                   “and, lo, the star, which they saw in the east, went before them, till it came and stood over where
 
                                   the young child was (Matthew 2:1-2, 9).”


SONG:                        WITH WONDERING AWE (Hymns #210)


NARRATOR 2:          Those who lived on the American continent saw the star, too, but shortly before it appeared in the sky, Jesus Christ, Himself, testified that He, the Son of God, would soon be born on the earth. In the Book of Mormon we read:


“And it came to pass that... the prophesies of the prophets began to be fulfilled more fully; for there began to be greater signs and greater miracles wrought among the people.


“But there were some who began to say that the time was past for the words to be fulfilled, which were spoken by Samuel, the Lamanite . . .


NARRATOR 1:          “Now it came to pass that there was a day set apart by the unbelievers, that all those who believed in those traditions should be put to death except     the sign should come to pass, which had been given by Samuel the prophet.


NARRATOR 2:          “Now it came to pass that when Nephi, the son of Nephi, saw this wickedness of his people, his heart was exceedingly sorrowful.

                                   “And it came to pass that he went out and bowed himself down upon the earth, and cried mightily
                                   to his God in behalf of his people, yea, those who were about to be destroyed because of their
                                   faith in the tradition of their fathers.


                                   “And it came to pass that he cried mightily unto the Lord all that day; and behold, the voice of the 
                                   Lord came unto him, saying:


NARRATOR 1:           “Lift up your head and be of good cheer; for behold, the time is at hand, and on this night shall the sign be given, and on the morrow come I into the world, to show unto the world that I will fulfill all that which I have caused to be spoken by the mouth of my holy prophets.


“Behold, I come unto my own, to fulfill all things which I have made known unto the children of men from the foundation of the world, to do the will, both of the Father and of the Son—of the Father because of me, and of the Son because of my flesh. And behold, the time is at hand, and this night shall the sign be given (III Nephi 1:4-5, 9-14).”


SONG:                        SAMUEL TELLS OF THE BABY JESUS (CSB, pg. 36)

NARRATOR 2:           Christ’s personal testimony, followed by the promised signs, not only saved His people, but also 
                                    brought peace and truth to all. This is what Christ always does for us. He teaches us. He
                                    strengthens us. He comforts us in our times of need. But most of all, He redeems us.

NARRATOR 1:
          That is why we believe in Christ.


SONG:                        I BELIEVE IN CHRIST (Hymns #134)




SONG:                        O LITTLE TOWN OF BETHLEHEM (Hymns #208)


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A Family from Bethlehem

(A Read-together Story for you and your child.)

Note: See Ruth 1-4

PARENT:    More than a thousand years before Christ was born, a good family lived in Bethlehem.
CHILD:       Naomi was the mother of that family. She had a husband and two sons.


PARENT:  They lived happily in Bethlehem, near their relatives and friends, until one season when a famine came to the
                  land.


CHILD:     A famine means that the people began to run out of food.


PARENT:  Naomi’s family decided to move to a place that had food.


CHILD:     That place was called Moab.


PARENT:  While living there, Naomi’s husband died, and her sons married.


CHILD:     The girls they married were from Moab. Their names were Orpah and Ruth.


PARENT:  Orpah and Ruth were good and kind, but their families had not taught them to believe in the Lord.


CHILD:     They worshipped many other gods.


PARENT:  But after Orpah and Ruth married Naomi’s sons, they began to learn about God.


CHILD:     And for a time, they were happy.


PARENT:  Then a very sad thing happened: both Naomi’s sons died.


CHILD:     Now, Naomi, Orpah, and Ruth were widows. They had to decide what to do and where to go.


PARENT:  Naomi decided to go back to Bethlehem. She had heard that God had ended the famine there.


CHILD:     Orpah and Ruth wanted to go with her.


PARENT:  Naomi loved Orpah and Ruth. She knew she would miss them, but she wanted them to be blessed with their 
                  own families. She said, “Go, return . . . to (your) mother’s house: the Lord deal kindly with you, as ye 
                  have dealt with (my sons) and with me.”


CHILD:     Orpah kissed Naomi good-bye. She went back to her first family.


PARENT:  But Ruth clung to Naomi. She did not want to go back to worshipping idols. She did not want to leave
                  her mother-in-law.


BOTH:       Ruth said: “Intreat me not to leave thee . . . for whither thou goest, I will go; and where thou lodgest, I will 
                  lodge: thy people shall be my people, and thy god, my God.”


CHILD:     Naomi knew Ruth loved her. She also knew Ruth loved the Lord. She let Ruth move to Bethlehem with her. 

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In His Hands

I don't know who wrote the following message, but I recently received it from my Relief Society President and I thought I'd share it here because I've been thinking about this truth a bit lately: no matter what is going on in the world, we—the entire world—is in God's hands. HE is in control. He has not forgotten us.

"A basketball in my hands is worth about $19.  A basketball in Michael Jordan's hands is worth about $33 million.

"A rod in my hands will keep away a wild animal. A rod in Moses' hands will part the mighty sea. It depends whose hands it's in.

"A sling shot in my hands is a kid's toy. A sling shot in David's hand is a mighty weapon. It depends on whose hands it's in.

"Two fish and five loaves of bread in my hands are a couple of fish sandwiches. Two fish and five loaves of bread in God's hands will feed thousands. It depends whose hands it's in.

"Nails in my hands might produce a birdhouse. Nails in Jesus Christ's hands will produce salvation for the entire world. It depends whose hands it's in.

"As you see now, it depends on whose hands it's in. So put your concerns, your worries, your fears, your hopes, your dreams, your families, and your relationships in God's hands because—It depends on whose hands it's in."
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Grateful for "Surrogates"

    It was a crisp, stormy afternoon, when I gathered two flakes of alfalfa hay to give to our milk goat, Mitsy. Feeding her was one of my nightly chores, and while I usually completed this task with the dulled-over awareness that frequently accompanies mundane activities, that evening was different. That evening, beneath a brilliant, red-orange sunset, I thought of this animal’s role in my family’s life—providing milk for a few of our calves—and I thought of how all beings, even those of us who, like this creature, sometimes act like rebellious goats on the left hand of God, can still reach beyond our natures and do for others what they can not do for themselves. We can become Christ-like “surrogates.”

   One such surrogate was made famous by Paul Harvey during his “Rest of the Story,” radio broadcast back in 1977. The harrowing account was titled “The Old Man and the Gull.”*


    Before his death in 1973, an elderly, white-haired man, named Eddie Rickenbacker, spent every Friday evening, at sunset, walking along the eastern Florida seacoast, carrying a large bucket of shrimp which he fed to the gulls. It was a moment of thanksgiving, a small token of gratitude for what a lonely gull had done for him many years before.

    In the fall of 1942, Captain Rickenbacker, his crew, and their B-17, the “Flying Fortress,” were traveling somewhere over the South Pacific, on their way to deliver an important message to General MacArthur, when they discovered they were lost, beyond the reach of radio, and dangerously low on fuel. Realizing they had no other way to save their lives, the crew ditched their plane in the ocean and spent the next month in rafts, fighting the elements—the water, the weather, the scorching sun—and sharks twice the size of their largest raft. But their greatest enemy was starvation.

    Eight days into their ordeal, their rations gone or destroyed by salt water, the crew prayed to God for deliverance and followed that prayer with a hymn of praise.

    “There was some talk (after that),” Rickenbacker said, “but it tapered off in the oppressive heat. With my hat pulled down over my eyes to keep out some of the glare, I dozed off." 

    Shortly thereafter, however, their deliverance came in the form of a seagull; it landed on Captain Rickenbacker’s head. 

    “The rest of the story,” as Paul Harvey would say, was the captain caught the gull, they ate its flesh, and then the crew used its entrails as bait to catch fish and sustain their lives until they were rescued weeks later. Thus, that bird, unnaturally far from land, gave itself as a Christ-like sacrifice, like manna from heaven, that those men might eat and live. And Captain Rickenbacker was grateful. 

    This story of God-led creatures—surrogates—reminded me of two miraculous events from our LDS heritage. First, there were the quails that flung themselves into the wagons of persecuted and destitute pioneers who tarried along the riverbank above Montrose, Iowa. The birds had either stunned or killed themselves, and the saints were then able to gather them up and have the food they needed for the coming days (Discourses of Brigham Young, 474). There was also the well-known story of the seagulls that saved the early Utah settlers crops by eating the devastating swarm of crickets. In both cases, the pioneers were grateful.

    But animals are not the only surrogates who perform miracles. In fact, I believe most miracles are accomplished quietly, by ordinary people like you and me. Consider, for instance, one of my past home teachers. One evening, after making an appointment to visit with my family, he asked, “Is there anything you’d specifically like me to teach a lesson on?”

    I said, “No, whatever is fine,” but in my heart I knew what lesson I needed, but because of existing circumstances, I could not tell him. I did, however, pray to Heavenly Father and ask Him to tell my home teacher what I needed to hear.

    As expected, Heavenly Father heard and answered my prayer, and our Home Teacher taught the subject I yearned for. But while I couldn’t adequately thank that man—again, because of my circumstances—I was able to thank God for sending this surrogate, this man who did for me what I couldn’t do for myself.

    There have been other surrogates in my life, too. Like the youth leaders who guided and “nudged” my children toward righteous activities—even ward choir practice!—when my persuasion wasn’t enough, or the man who sacrificed so much of his time to help my husband roof our house because I was so debilitatingly terrified of heights. Other leaders have also been surrogates to my children, even those who disliked their callings but fulfilled them anyway, because they not only touched my children’s hearts in ways I couldn’t, but they also changed mine by showing me what it meant to subject their natures to God. And I was—am—grateful.

    Following the ongoing precedence set by his forerunners, President Abraham Lincoln declared Thanksgiving to be a Federal holiday, a “prayerful day of Thanksgiving,” in which the citizens of the United States could thank God for their abundant blessings. Often, in keeping with this tradition, my thanksgiving prayers have included my family, my friends, my life’s sustenance, and my nation. But this year, and perhaps even beneath a brilliant, red-orange sunset, I’ll find a quiet moment and gratefully thank Him for surrogates, too.

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* Paul Aurandt, "The Old Man and the Gulls", Paul Harvey's The Rest of the Story, 1977, quoted in Heaven Bound Living, Knofel Stanton, Standard, 1989, p. 79-80.
http://www.sermonillustrations.com/a-z/t/thanksgiving.htm
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the red-orange sunset

Armenian Meat Pies

When I was young, my grandfather, an Armenian, used to bring "meat pies" to our family whenever he came to visit. It was a dish we all loved, and a tradition my mother has continued, now that she's the grandma. So, a week ago when she came to visit, she brought us a freezer bag of Armenian Meat Pies. In fact, I just finished eating a couple of them. Here's the recipe, in case you'd like to give them a try; and if you do, I'd love to hear how you liked them.

Meat Pies—Makes 18 to 20 individual "pies"

Ingredients:
Bread or Roll dough—I use Rhodes dough balls to make it easier.

Meat Filling:
1/2 lb. hamburger (raw)
1/2 lb. patty sausage (raw)
1 green pepper, chopped
16 oz. can of blended tomatoes or juice
1 clove garlic or 1/4 tsp. garlic salt
1 bunch parsley, chopped

Directions:

1.    Combine meat filling ingredients (like when making meatloaf).
2.    Roll out the 2 to 3 inch balls of dough, flat, like small pizzas and place on a greased cookie or pizza pan.
3.    Spread 1/4 cup of the meat filling on each rolled out dough ball.
4.    Bake at 375 degrees for about 18 minutes, or until the meat is cooked and the dough is lightly browned.

ENJOY!

If you'd like to read my published story, titled "Joseph's Baptism," which is about some of my Armenian ancestors, click here.
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Romney for President

Anne Bradshaw has a great blog I think everyone should read. Click here to check it out. 
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Bats, Snakes, and Music Lessons


Several years ago, I heard a true story of two sister missionaries in Louisiana. One day while they were tracting, they saw something fall from a tree approximately two residences away from them.


            “It’s a bat,” one said.


            To which her companion replied, “No, it’s not. It’s a snake.”


            Back and forth the Sisters quarreled until they finally decided to discontinue the fight, step away from their current positions, and approach the place where it had fallen so they could get another, better view. Only then did they learn who was right.


As both a piano teacher and a mother of a sometimes reluctant piano student, these same three principles have helped me encourage both my students and my child to practice when we have bumped into periods of practice resistance. And each time I have utilized them, I’ve kept two of my most important, musical teaching/parental goals: one, my student (or child) and I have retained open levels of communication, and two, they have eventually regained their own desires to practice.