Bob and Betty Hawkins Here. We displayed our solar oven
at the tri-Stake Provident Living Fair a week ago. As we mentioned, we do
not sell these ovens but were asked to let people see what we had so others
can see what is available and get ideas.
There are two major commercial contenders that we know
of, The Sport Solar Oven (that we displayed) and the Global Sun Oven. There
are pros and cons of each. Here is what we know about the two in comparison:
Sport Solar Oven - holds two cooking pots, lighter
weight, less expensive, doesn't get as hot, solar reflectors detachable.
Global Sun Oven - Holds one cooking pot, has variable
tilt angle and leveling pot holder, heavier, more expensive, solar
reflectors fixed, top cover heavier able to handle higher
temperatures better.
Both will do an excellent job of cooking including
breads in sunny to thin overcast days.
Penny Thompson of the Windsor 3rd Ward has graciously
offered to coordinate a group purchase, which will make better pricing
available. Feel free to call her at (801) 224-6771 or email her at
mpthompsonfam@hotmail.com
Here are 3 outlets that we know of that sell these
ovens as well as other preparedness items. Feel free to check them out
individually if you like.
Tina Crowder - (801) 222-9283, lives 451 N 950 E, Orem
- Sold us our oven, has cooked with both types numerous times and is willing
to work with groups, an excellent resource.
Parley's Hardware - 260 S 1200 W Orem - (801)
822-5200. They only have the Global Sun Oven available and on display but
have nemerous other preparedness supplies upstairs.
Delois Stinson - His daughter attended the fair and
sent me his information. They have multiple preparedness stores along the
Wasatch Front. They are called Surval Solutions. You can visit their web
site at
www.survivalsolutions.com . He can be reached at (801) 725-8927 or email
at
dstinson@xmission.com . They look like an excellent resource as well.
We hope this information is helpful to you
Bob and Betty Hawkins
(801) 221-9339
Mission Accomplished: A Soldier's Journey to Faith
by Malcolm Leal
The Cuban military was not the place
for a Bible, but my grandma had taught me its principles well. Throughout my
missions her words were always in the back of my mind. I would need them to
become the man I wanted to become. And, as I would find during a mission
deep in the Guatemalan jungle, I would need them to stay alive.
I
joined the Cuban military right out of high school and stayed there for
seven years. The military in Cuba is compulsory, and you can opt to be
drafted as soon as you finish high school or after you finish college. But
my mom had a very difficult time after she got divorced, and the domestic
environment was not easy for me. So after high school, I just wanted to go
away; the military provided mobility.
Though the domestic situation with my mother was never very good, my
childhood had been happily spent in the company of my great-grandmother.
Because my mom worked in a research facility pretty far away, my grandma was
my main emotional attachment for many years. She was, more or less, my most
significant relationship.
Growing up with Grandma
My grandmother had a deep faith. She constantly taught me about the Bible,
especially the words of Isaiah and his prophecy of a temple in modern times.
This temple, and whatever took place in it, was critical to Grandma's view
of God.
One night, she told me, "God is the same yesterday, today, and tomorrow. He
has been my God since I was twenty-three years old and will be my God
forever. God gave men clear instruction of how He wanted His church and His
affairs handled. Men, in their arrogance, changed everything. They broke the
commandments; they changed how things ought to be done. Thus, they’re cut
off from Him."
"So, God isn't with us any longer, then. Are we on our own?" I asked.
"No, Son, He is here," she said with certainty. "You tell God that you know
He is there, that you know you're cut off from Him because we've lost the
way, but that you love Him. He will hear you."
Right before I left for the military, she warned me of the dangers and
implored me to remain clean. "I send you out into the world in the hands of
God. I urge you to seek Him in everything you do. I'll pray for your safe
return day and night until you come back. But keep silent prayers in your
heart always, listen to His voice, and you'll be safe."
And off I went. They did some tests and I scored high in certain areas; I
had also studied martial arts since I was young. Because of these things,
they told me I would do well in special forces. I figured if I was going to
go with the military, I might as well go with the best and the brightest.
In the Field
I worked for the equivalent of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, and they would
call me anytime of the day or night. What my group did, for the most part,
was to shadow enemy troops. The Central American Civil War - the Dirty War,
as we called it - was a war of proxies. The U.S.
was not directly involved, neither were the Soviets. They used proxies to
fight the war for them.
The U.S. had CIA,
special forces, trainers, and military advisors on the ground. The Soviets
had them, too. The Cubans did the fighting, the training of insurgents, and
so forth. Our task was to follow the enemy troops, and occasionally to grab
military officers and pass them along for interrogation.
One time, our mission was to extract a lieutenant. We watched him go into a
bar and brothel, on the second floor. The idea was to grab him without
having to destroy the place, shoot people, or make a lot of noise - and all
we had was an ice cream pushcart.
We got to the second story of the building with a rope; we came in through
the window, shot him with a tranquilizer, and put him in the ice cream
truck. But when you lower the temperature, it diminishes the effect of
tranquilizers. So we started pushing this ice cream truck down the street,
and he started kicking and screaming. People were looking at us, shocked,
and asking, "What have you got in there? A pig?" We tried to assure them
that it was just a pig, but we had to finish up - fast.
We ran to the end of the street where the extraction truck was waiting. When
we opened the lid of the ice cream cart, he jumped out and started running
down the street. Now it just so happened that at the end of the street there
was a mental hospital, so the people were afraid that he was a patient, and
they actually helped us get him. We shot him again with the tranquilizer and
got him in the truck.
Months later, we were in a town nearby, and an old man came up to me and
said, "Hey, doctor, how are you?" I was confused. Doctor? Then he asked,
"How did the situation with your patient end up? Did you get him back in the
hospital?"
Then I realized he was talking about the lieutenant. "Oh, yeah!" I said. "He
was totally insane." My comrades and I laughed. From then on, my friends
started calling me Doc. It was a story we told many times.
In what we did, humor was a way to keep your sanity, because if you started
thinking about what you were actually doing, there was no reason for
laughter.
White-shirt Lunatics
You have to understand there are three rules in the jungle. One, you have to
blend. If you don't blend, you're going to become somebody's lunch real
fast. The other rule is to move slowly. If you're moving too fast, you can't
hear anything - such as something coming up on you. The last thing that is
really important is that you have to be aware of the environment - you don't
make yourself known.
One time we were waiting for an equipment drop on a hillside in the jungle.
Suddenly, something came out of the bushes and started coming down the hill
- and whatever it was, it was ignoring all three of the jungle rules.
I looked closer and it was two kids - jumping around, happy, talking, and
not paying attention to anything. They're lunatics! I thought to myself.
They're gonna get themselves killed. They were wearing white shirts and ties
in the jungle, skipping and jumping animatedly down the hill. I could see
one laughing. "Who are these people?" I said out loud.
"Oh, they're missionaries," said one of my comrades.
To me, my grandmother's student, this was fascinating, but my companion
didn't seem to care. Who in their right mind would come into this
godforsaken place, in the middle of a civil war, to talk about God? The
missionaries had safely gone about their business, but the memory of those
white-shirted boys lingered for days.
The Darkest Night
I had missions in which we were able to go out and execute and come home,
and everyone was safe. That was reason to be glad. And I had missions in
which I lost many of my friends. On my last mission, most of my comrades
died.
The mission started benignly enough. "Perestroika" was in effect, which
meant that goods, spare parts, and supplies decreased. So a mission was put
together to bring in Soviet specialists and needed supplies. My unit was
tasked with accompanying two Soviet "technicians" on a two-week maintenance
expedition. Not a glamorous assignment, but still one of high priority since
our side was becoming blind and deaf to the movement of the enemy on the
Nicaraguan border.
In two days we were done, which was record time for the mission. At the
appointed time, the communication specialist signaled that he had a link.
"Control, this is Vector, we're looking good and en route to the rest
point," I said.
"Excellent. We have one more recovery point, Sergeant," said the man on the
other end.
When you gear up for a mission, you prepare for the unforeseeable. If you
change the mission, someone is going to die, because you cannot anticipate
all the variables. Changing the mission was this man's mode of operation,
and countless men had paid for his games with their lives. And now he was
doing it to us.
I listened motionlessly as the instructions came. After the transmission
ended, I briefly discussed the details of the "detour" with one of the
mission's specialists. The change of plans included moving back
north-by-northeast - across enemy territory.
After three days of a painful and treacherous march in the jungle, we
reached the recovery point. An accident involving one of my men meant that I
had to continue on my own to retrieve the equipment while the other soldiers
waited in a secure location.
I reached a hidden spot not far from the gear, which was set on a rock
outcrop twenty yards away. To retrieve it, I had to completely expose
myself, and I'd be facing away from the tree line across the gorge. I
clasped my weapon and broke into a soft jog to the massive rock formation.
My fingers made contact with the slippery, cold surface of the camera. I
pulled.
The next moment, it felt like a sledgehammer hit me sideways on the head. A
flash of lights, bright and blinding, filled my eyes, accompanied by a
high-pitched hissing sound. Then nothing. Nothing at all, as if I'd been
suddenly pushed into space—total sensory shutdown. A few seconds later,
maybe minutes, the pounding of my pulse on my temples and the coppery taste
of blood in my mouth attested to the absolute fact that my life had come to
an end. I lay there broken, unable to move for what seemed like a lifetime.
I sobbed quietly, helplessly.
I was dying. I thought of my grandmother. What could I say to her God? It
occurred to me then that I'd wasted my life. I spat the blood and mud from
my mouth and twisted my body painfully, slowly to face heaven. I cried some
more.
"God of my grandmother, I know about You, and I believe in You. I'm about to
die, and maybe I deserve to die; only You know that. Take me then, God, and
don't let me suffer any longer. Comfort my grandmother, for she is old and
she loves me. I pray that You may forgive me of all my sins. Forgive me,
God. Forgive me." I wept again; now, however, I felt almost happy. I slipped
into unconsciousness.
"Not yet," I heard inside my rattled brain with astonishing clarity.
The quiet and simple phrase startled me. I was in shock due to the loss of
blood. The magnitude of the event, the realization that I had been a witness
and a recipient of a true miracle and how this event would transform my life
would come days later.
Miraculously, I got up and walked for six hours, finally making it to a
place where I could wire for help and be picked up. When the medic jumped
out of the chopper, he approached me and his eyes looked like they were
ready to pop out of their sockets. "Don't worry," I said. "It looks worse
than it actually is."
I woke up a week later at a hospital back on the island, a symphony of
monitors, bells, and whistles serenading me in the hospital room. Nothing
could have prepared me for the shock of the first glance at myself after the
injury. My head, what was visible, was obviously swollen and misshapen. I
had a scar from ear to ear and stitches like a baseball. My romantic life is
over, I thought.
Eventually, as with every other mission, I was able to go home. Going back
home meant that I had to talk to my grandmother about what happened. When we
discussed what she thought about it, what it meant in my life, she said,
"God's is the forgiveness, mercy, and peace that you felt, and that's the
foundation of faith. Don't let it die, don't forget that day. One day you'll
find the church that will fill your heart."
Time to Defect
It was a known fact that politics killed people. In my case in particular,
lots of people got hurt. I thought the change in the mission was unnecessary
- someone was playing politics on the fly. For me, as a soldier, as a leader
of a unit, that was not acceptable. And I made some threats.
As a result, my commanding officer, Montes, a man I had grown to love and
respect as a father, arranged to send me away. He told me, "There will be an
eleven-month tour and a scheduled rotation back to the home base. Come back
with the last group. On the layover in the third country, get off the plane
and don't look back." The commanders feared me, and when they fear you, they
kill you. I knew I wasn't coming back.
I tried to conceal from my grandmother my inner struggles in regards to the
future. But she understood. I stayed home that summer as much as I could. I
wanted to remember; I wanted to hold on to her and a life of experiences
near her so that she was never forgotten.
I eventually left for Europe, spending most of my "time away" in East
Germany training young operatives. Then, during the winter I was there, the
Wall came down. Without almost any warning, Communism evaporated in one
winter night.
These were dangerous times. The secret services were on the prowl during
rotation times at our office. These were the times when people jumped
fences, drove across bridges, and walked into embassies different from their
own. My opportunity came on the journey back to the island.
We stopped in Montreal. Secret police - prison keepers, for we were all
prisoners of the state - came with us to make sure no one escaped to a
receptive country, so I had to arrange a convincing excuse to step away from
them. After taking quinine before landing, I needed a bathroom, and everyone
could see it. Once inside the stall, I climbed over the toilet, onto the
divider wall, and removed the false sheetrock ceiling plank. I pulled myself
behind the bathroom fixtures, replaced the sheetrock plank, and let darkness
engulf me.
As I crawled through the dusty and damp space, I hesitated when a flash of
light surrounded me. It had to be them. I pushed down on the ceiling plank
underneath me, fell into a small room, and ran. I heard shouting and what
seemed to be a rush of people running and cars braking. I ran faster than I
had ever run and longer than I thought possible.
The last thirty miles to the United States border remained a blur. As I
neared the border patrol checkpoint, I went very slowly. I was, after all,
dressed in a military uniform of a foreign country.
What happened next belongs in a comic strip. By the time the border patrol
officer saw me, I was less than twenty feet from him. He was frantic. He
dropped his gun and radio and picked up the radio, pointing it at me.
"Freeze! Stop!" he yelled, the antenna of his radio pointing at me, while he
clasped his gun and put it to his mouth as if it were the radio unit. "I
need help now!"
After the mix-up, a handful of officers rushed to help their fellow agent,
handcuffing me and taking me away.
They took me to a Virginia farm to be questioned, to be sure I wasn't a
threat. After six weeks there, I was taken to my chosen location: Los
Angeles. A chapter of my life had ended and a new one was about to unfold.
Missionaries, Again
I settled in L.A., got some education, and even
began a family. But in eight years, I still hadn't found the fulfillment I
sought. Periodically I would take up my search for "the church that would
fill my heart," but I wasn't impressed by any of them. I needed more.
Around Easter of 1998, I was very sad. Easter was very sad for me because it
was sad for my grandma. In Cuba, people did pretty bizarre things on Easter.
My grandma thought it was a mockery of Christ's suffering. My brother had
also recently written to tell me that Grandma had died.
Around that time, I was watching TV when a commercial came on for a video
about the birth, teachings, and crucifixion of Jesus Christ. It was simple,
yet powerful. I ordered it, and about a week later, a couple young men
dressed in shirts and ties rang my doorbell. I had to get to work, so our
visit was brief. But they gave me the video, and a book.
I watched the video about a week later. That Sunday, I picked up the blue
book the missionaries had left. I flipped through the pages until I read
something that literally took my breath away: "I will read unto you the
words of Isaiah" (2 Nephi 6:4). "Isaiah!" I exclaimed, jumping to my feet.
Memory and experience found great resonance with the text. In years of
roaming the jungle, I had seen countless pre-Columbian ruins like the book
described - fortifications. I read the familiar words of Isaiah, this time
in the voice of Jesus Christ. I read throughout the day. I thought about the
events leading to that day; I thought about the many years of reading and
searching. It seemed like the walls of a dam had broken and a flood had
rushed in, inundating every corner of the land inside me. "I've found it," I
sobbed. "After all this time, I've found it."
A Happy Life
It took me three weeks to find the missionaries again, but they finally came
back. Night after night they returned. I attended church and made many new
friends in a very short time. What I saw and felt in that church building
sealed my testimony of the truthfulness of the Book of Mormon. A few days
later, I was baptized.
In Cuba there were no happy moments. There were times of euphoria; when we
were able to go on an operation and nobody died, that was reason to be
content. But I wasn't happy.
However, after I came up out of the water on my baptism day, I couldn't help
feeling that I'd found my home. I was more than happy. I'd been lost, cut
off, and disconnected for most of my adult life. For once, I was certain I
was in the right place.
Adapted from Faith Among
Shadows: One Cuban Soldier's Journey to Find the Gospel of Christ;
Cedar Fort. Now available at
Deseret Book.
General Conference Sat. Oct 3, 2009
Richard G. Scott: “No fast way but we need to learn to ask
him for his guidance…essential personal growth, learn how to be led by the
spirit…easier to manage over time…confidence will become stronger..gain
experience..impressions become more certain…
when we live obediently and exercise faith in Him….
The Lord will not force you to learn…more perceptive of
feelings that comes with spiritual guidance, recognize it more easily…Anger,
hate passion fear or pride won’t bring the spirit…one overpowers the other…
WARNING: Satan temps you to not be led by the Spirit…The Devil will passify and
lull them into captivity…Don’t give up….Have patience …practice of correct
principles…you will gain divine guidance…speak to your mind at heart…spiritual
dictation… pray with all furver of your soul with humility…
Vicki Malsumari: “How are people guided? By the influence
of the Holy Ghost..if we are worthy…virtue garnish our thoughts continually….I
will tell you in your heart and in your mind…provide still and quiet time each
day to allow still small voice to give guidance and comfort to us…
L Whitney Clayton: “Some natural challenges are out of our
hands, some come from choice of others, gossip and unkindness can cause others
pain, and other burdens we impose upon ourselves like sin. ..but we are all
children of our Heavenly Father who sent us to earth to learn from our
experiences… adversities last for “but a small moment” and if we endure it well
God shall exalt us on High…Burdens provide opportunities to practice virtues
that lead to eternal exaltation…become as a child, submissive meek humble full
of love willing to submit all that God will put on us…time effort and faith to
understand…
“I will ease the burdens that you cannot feel them, that ye
may stand as witnesses that I the Lord do visit my people in their
afflictions.” They did submit cheerfully and with patience…”be of good comfort
for on the morrow I will deliver you out of bondage”…of sin…He will deliver us
out of bondage from our sins…burden conscience…whosoever repenteth shall find
mercy…strength…peace of conscience and joy…
“We thank thee for sending the Gospel to lighten our minds
with its rays..we feel it a pleasure to serve thee and love to obey thy
commands…
Russell T. Osguthorpe: “We are saving spiritual lives…
Elder David Bednar:
Selfless Service: in giving that invitation to serve, we
open our hearts to the will of God, and live it
Messengers of God…teaching future leaders of the church…
(Don’t just wait till the leaders of the church give you a calling, but look for
those you can serve everyday)
Teach by gentleness and meekness and love unfained..virtue
garnishing their thoughts…patience…inviting them to do the work with confidence
in them…
Elder David A. Bednar: “ Set our families in order…more
diligent and concerned at home
1) express love and show it:
tell them we love them…frequently and sincerely.. we may feel embarrassed and
awkward…do more of what we know is right…only a beginning…consistently show
it…never assume they know we love them…”If ye love me, keep my commandments”
…our love is reflected in our thoughts, words and deeds…nurtures and sustains
love …
2) bear testimony and live it:
of great plan of happiness and restoration…what we know is not always reflected
in what we do…strive to do more of what we know is right…mean it and
consistently live it…”That which the Spirit testifies unto you even though I
would that ye should do” our testimonies are lived most powerfully in our
home…create and look for opportunities to show Gospel truths… invite Holy Ghost
to prove the verity of the Gospel…fortifies faith, generates light in dark
world, source of eternal perspective and enduring peace…
3) be consistent: they will
remember that as a family you were consistent….(kept them on the path)…the
greatest lesson…all individual brush strokes produce magnificent landscape..one
brushstroke on the canvas of our souls…doing seemingly small things…”be not
weary in well doing for ye are laying the foundation of a great work”…
Also important for “they say and
do not” not to be a hypocrite…causes the greatest destruction in our homes.
Children recognize hypocracy…if private actions at home are not there…”Thou
shalt not bear false witness” is hypocracy in all of us…. In conversation
…purity…steadfastly living the Gospel…more faithful in loving and living the
Gospel…..for these eternal reasons we should be more diligent at home…be edified
by strong testimony…we will never be left alone…”
President Uchtdorf: “How do we
become true Disciples? “If ye love me keep my commandments.” Love should be
our walk and our talk. Love as Jesus Christ loves us, confusion clears and
priorities align…our lives take on new meaning…obedience becomes a joy….What we
think and do determines who we are…we have a vast capacity of love as our
spiritual heritage. “ WE love Him because he first loved us.” God’s love
encompasses us completely…because we are his children… “Ye shall seek him and
find him when ye seek him with all your heart…Desire to become more like Him
because we love Him…Love is the guiding light that eluminates the path with
light, meaning and wonder…the inspiration for our obedience…Love is the way of
the disciple..”
Elder Oaks: “God’s Love is shown in all the blessings in
obedience to his commandments…Love and Law: Neither death nor anyone can
separate us from the Love of God…”For God so loved the world that he gave his
only begotten Son” God spared not his Son but gave him to the world” His love
is an eternal reality…Relationship of God’s love and his laws. Mercy cannot rob
justice. God instituted laws so we can advance in perfection to become like
him. Mortal Gifts not tied to obedience like Resurection. Even when
disobedient we can feel God’s love. He can bless us to endure consequences but
cannot keep us from experiencing them. Parents need Heavenly guidance…the work
of eternity.. Leave the 90 and 9 and go out and find the lost sheep… continued
loving concern…Who the Lord loveth, he chasseneth…real love does not support
self destructive behavior…”I come to bring division…not peace…when we are not
united in keeping commandments, there will be divisions. It should not detract
from our love for one another.”
Elder Robert D. Hales: (This one I felt was really sincere
and personal when he called us our friend) Atheism is spreading across the
world. WE believe in God the Eternal Father, and in his Son Jesus Christ and in
the Holy Ghost. Without God life would end at the grave and our mortal
experience would have no purpose…NO ultimate right or wrong…no mortality or
eternal life… “I offer as a friend and a witness
and apostle that He lives.” God himself said, “Let us make man in our image
after our likeness.” “By mine only Begotten Son I created these.” Elojim is
not singular but plural in Hebrew. “The Son of Man standing on the right side
of God.” Enoch: “I saw the Lord and he stood before my face, even as a man
talketh one with another.” “The veil was taken off the eyes of the brother of
Jared…he saw the finger of the Lord…was like the finger of a man…” Moses: “
…God of Heaven looked upon the residue of the people and he wept..” “His eyes
are as the flame of fire…his voice the sound of rushing waters.” Joseph Smith:
like prophets who opened in their time…”giveth to men all liberally” with
unwaivering childlike faith…”
“ …I saw two personages…” “one of them spake to me…This is
my beloved Son, hear him” “The father and son have a body of flesh and bones.”
The way to know about the truth of God is through the Holy Ghost. His work is
to testify of God and teach all things. Careful not constrain his influence
with criticism, irreverence, the spirit cannot be with us. The natural man
receiveth not the things of God, spiritually discerned…unless he yields to the
enticings of Holy Spirit…unless humble, meek, …full of love…” Like Corihor, anti
Christ in BofM…falsely teaching there is no God or Christ… asked for a sign and
was struck dumb… “he said I always knew there was a God” Light of belief is
within you.. waiting to be awakened…you were born with the light of Christ.
Desire to know that God lives…with softened hearts we search and learn from the
scriptures…ask sincerely in name of Jesus Christ if these things are true by
still small promptings of the Spirit..undeniable knowledge that he lives…do not
be afraid of ridicule, strength and peace that comes from knowing God make it
worthwhile… your personal knowledge of God will bring the greatest joy you will
ever have…” IN all humility sincerity and diligence….(that was so sincere)
Loving Father wants us to return to Him and forgives us if
sincere repentant…consequences of the Attonement…by obedient Son always willing
to do His will….Eternal Life is the greatest of all the gifts of God. Should
not this promise be the greatest incentive to be the best we can be? OH ye that
embark in the service of God, serve with all your heart, might, mind and
strength…with all our being…Obedience and diligence throughout out life.
Discover the talents and attributes He gave us… He knows our limitations…that a
man should not run faster than he has strength…not require more than the best we
can give, that would not be just, neither can he expect less or that would not
be just…”By Grace we are saved after all we can do” Do all that is within our
reach. Greatest gift to live eternally with our Father and our families. “I
have fought a good fight, I have finished my course, I have kept the faith, “
said Paul.
Elder Ted R. Callister: “One of the greatest men who ever
walked the earth, Peter…the man and his mission…
Kent D. Watson: “ Except ye shall be humble and full of
love…tempered in all things…” Why be tempered? Exercising restraint…refraining
from anger…in spiritual sense a divine attribute of Jesus Christ…a gift
available through the Holy Ghost, long suffering, goodness, meekness, faith and
temperance.. not self willed, not soon angry, self control…set not your hearts
on the things of this world…long suffering, being temperate in all things… not
pride but diligent and temperate in all things.. examine our expectations,
patient…windshield of car is tempered glass…under stress not easily breaking
into jagged sharp pieces…one who is humble and full of love, has increased
spiritual strength, moderation and tempered anger, vanity and pride…protect
ourselves from dangerous addictions…in debt over our heads…impatient world full
of contention…strife of words and contest.. avoiding the excesses of this
world. Keeping covenants…as our Savior, we should repent and become as a
little child… with full purpose of heart…my kindness shall not depart from thee…
be patient in afflictions… govern your house in meekness and be steadfast….He
was oppressed and afflicted and opened not his mouth… no anger… with
unsurpassed self restraint.. his thoughts were of us… “
Neil L. Andersen: ( just called recently) “ His arms
outstretched.. of love…forgiving.. comforting…be wrapped in his arms…arms of
mercy extended towards them.. repent and I will receive you…” When we sin we
turn away from God, when we repent we turn to God. Return toward God. The
Savior is able and eager to forgive our sins. There is no sin that cannot be
forgiven except choosing to be son of perdition. Joy and peace of conscience.
“That I may heal you.” For most repenting is quiet and private. More a
journey. Requires swimming upstream…”If any man come after me, let him deny
himself.” Kindness and unselfishness. WE feel the changes we need to make.
Don’t excuse ourselves. “it is too difficult to change?” HE knows and has felt
your pain, I have engraven ye on the palms of my hands. Until we get close to
the top of the mountain and look back to see our progress…see our life more
clearly…HG working more strongly within us.. Why does sadness for our mistakes
continue after repentance? Scriptures don’t say we will forget, but the Lord
will forget…forsaking of sins means never returning…anguish of our guilt will
subside with time… relief will come in the timetable of the Lord… do not
procrastinate… in this life it is never too late to repent. Repentance blesses
those we love… into our posterity…”
Elder Boyd K. Packer: “ NO father would send his children
without way to communicate with Him and return to HIM. None of us left here
alone. The Spirit can prompt you and protect you. Works in all men and
children. One of the Adversary’s sharpest tools is to convince us we are not
worthy of inspiration. Your mind is in charge and the body the instrument of
the mind. Ye shall feel that it is right…burning in your bosom. Prayer is your
personal key to heaven. With the temptation is the way to escape it. “