MUSINGS AND MEDITATIONS

2008-02-17T10:41:00.024-07:00

14 February 2008

Salutations and felicitations!

I was scrambling to find something unusual and lovely to give to my wife for Valentines Day. I thought I might do something with the number 12–a story or picture book with the emphasis on that number and our 12 kids. But I could not get my mind around the idea until the night of the 13th. Finally I sat down a the computer and went to work. At 2:30 thenext morning I finished. I made a book for Lydia with a poem called “The Perfect Number.” It follows. I put photos and/or pictures on each page, mostly of the kids and Lydia, with one stanza of the poem on each page as well.

I left it on the counter with a singing bear and five Bordeaux bars from See’s Chocolates, and went to bed. I will put some of the photos with this blog so you can get an idea of what I did.

Hopefully you will also get an idea of how much I love my wife!

Ted

THE PERFECT NUMBER

Swinging there from metal links
That joined earth to sky,
We spoke that perfect number
And both agreed to try . . .

Of course there was a precedent:
Israel had twelve sons.
And products come in twelves as well,
Like roses, hot dogs, buns.

And we thought we would have twelve kids
(A grand, impressive number);
We did not think of all the work
And nights we would not slumber.

On Valentines in sixty-eight
We made a valiant start–
A little boy named Christopher
With ten toes and a heart,

Who stole our love and then our time,
And made it crystal clear,
That having twelve kids just like him
Would fill our lives with cheer.

For other, less courageous folk,
The thought might terrify,
But we sent an invitation out
And Deborah came by.

She came in May of sixty-nine
And doubled all our care.
But brought us hope and happiness.
And she forgot her hair.

Thus two of twelve–and we were four--
One sixth of our quest done.
The dirty diapers mounted up
But we had just begun.

The Church has twelve Apostles,
And Christmas has twelve days
But children by the dozen?
There might be other ways

To multiply and fill the earth,
And do our duty here,
But we just opened up the door and
Our second son drew near.

Michael Grant came in July
Of seventy and one:
A family of five we were,
And others might be done,

But we had eyes to see far off--
We loved our newest son,
With all his smiles and happiness--
But we had just begun.

Israel had his twelve fine sons
From Reuben down to Ben
And we thought we would have our twelve,
But we didn’t want all men.

Tami Jo was next in line.
She came the tenth of March,
With resolution by the ton,
Her spirit stiff with starch.

One third of all our kids were here
And we were on a roll.
Twelve kids now seemed quite doable
As we focused on our goal.

Now trailing clouds of glory,
Our third son rent the veil,
And came to Arizona.
You should have heard him wail!

A February baby–
The day was number nine
And Josh, like all the others,
Was handsome and divine.

The kids just came and came and came
We hardly missed a year.
Five kids now; the house was wild,
But our intent was clear.

Twelve stones came out of Jordan,
For a marker at Bethel,
And twelve would come to mark our lives
And wouldn’t that be swell?

Our sixth child had the first man’s name
We named him Adam. See,
We expected a Rebecca
But that was not to be.

He came while we were out of town
And trashed our holiday,
But clearly we had no regrets,
And he was here to stay.

The Zodiac has its twelve signs;
The ram, the bull, the fish,
And we would have our twelve kids too,
At least that was our wish.

Another boy came down the chute
We called him Danny G.
And he was just as much a boy
As any boy could be.

He wasn't into meditation,
Or gentle, quiet time.
The things he did were often wild,
And often quite sublime.

September third of eighty one
Another boy arrived
The house was bursting at the seams
It’s amazing we survived.

Stephen Andrew showed his face
And arms and legs and feet.
And twelve looked like reality–
A thought that seemed so sweet!

And yet another baby came;
A male named Robert Wayne
Who specialized in intellect--
Adventures of the brain.

Children running everywhere!
This boy was just the newest
And to that goal of twelve great kids
Lydia was truest.

Years went by and kids grew up;
We took a short sabbatical,
But those who thought that we were done
Were just a bit fanatical

For Tiffany was on her way
With fluff and fun and flair:
(We finally had a
Who came with lots of hair).

With her arrival on the scene
Our children numbered 10–
And in spite of all our hopes and dreams,
She ;looked like our "Amen."

The doctors seemed so certain
That our bearing years were past
Tif was not just number 10–
She seemed to be the last

But eggs still come in dozens
Twelve oxen hold the font,
And twelve was still a magic dream:
We were not nonchalant.

And God knew of our longing,
He knew there was a way,
And Tami’s willingness to help
Quite clearly saved the day.

And two more s joined us–
Johana was the first
And not long after she showed up
We learned that we weren’t cursed.

Bexzaida came as number twelve!
Our offspring passed eleven–
Those new arrivals answered prayers,
Like gifts sent straight from heaven.

Solomon built an ivory throne and
Twelve lions made of gold–
He sat there as the days went by
And let himself grow old.

Like Solomon, we too will age,
And love as we grow old,

And we’ll be guarded to the grave
By twelve children made of gold!

Twelve children, fashioned one by one,
From heaven’s perfect ore,
To bless our lives and bless the earth
To grow
And love
And soar.

TLG: 13 February 2008

The Epistle of Christ

2008-02-10T13:53:00.000-07:00

10 February 2007

Dear Friends,

I have not attempted this for a while because my dashboard for the program that manages these blogs had a rupture or a meltdown and I could not get it to work for more than a month. But today it is working again and I am anxious to share some feelings about 2nd Corinthians and grateful to have a way to do it.

First, some general news. Covenant has given verbal agreement to the publication of my book, Nowhere Else To Go. I talked to Kathy Jenkins on Tuesday of this week and she indicated that in a meeting on January 29th they decided that they wanted to do this book.

Kathy indicated that their intent is to publish it as a hard-back, larger-sized gift book with paintings of Christ throughout, and to focus on the help Christ is able and willing to give.

Since that was my intent from the beginning, I was greatly pleased, although I did not say that in my conversation with Covenant. I had not dared to hope for the artwork, although I had envisioned, in my more imaginative moments, a book filled with paintings that would help to teach the goodness of God. As of this moment I am delighted, and hopeful that it will all work out, even though there is nothing yet in writing.

Yesterday Josh celebrated his 33rd birthday. Several of his friends and some of his family suprised him at his home to help with the festivities. It is hard to imagine that a man of my youth and inexperience could have a child as old as Josh (or, for that matter, his four older siblings), but it is evidently true.

Speaking of which, Tiffany turned 18 on January 30. She is my baby, for heavens sake! Lydia and I began singing "Sunrise, Sunset" from Fiddler on the Roof while we in the car that day. I remember when she grabbed my finger the day she was born. I remember her learning to read when she was 4. Grandma Lola--blind Grandma Lola--taught her. I remember seeing her before she was born! And now she is 18.

Yesterday we attended the World-wide Training Broadcast which focused on the family. It was for Church members 18 and over. My baby Tiffany went with us!

I am not old. I am archaic! I think I need an archaeologist more than a doctor when I do not feel well. I have enough liver spots to replicate the map of Indonesia, and less hair than a sack of lugnuts, except in my ears and nose.

Today we had stake conference and Elder Pace of the Seventy was here to reorganize our Stake Presidency. He shared some personal experiences and insights into the reorganization of the First Presidency, and shared some of Elder Uchtdorf's feelings (they had adjacent offices in the Administration Building till last week). In his talk he made this comment, which I think was a superb summary of the meeting last night: "It doesn't matter what is happening at 47 East South Temple if it is not happening here." By "here" he meant in the homes and wards and stakes of the Church.

I am teaching the 2nd half of the Book of Mormon and the 2nd half of the New Testament this semester. The back of the NT is perhaps the most difficult of the scripture courses for me, because I have taught it less than any of the others and because Paul often puzzles me. But teaching 2nd Corinthians on Thursday evening was a rich experience. My lesson title was this: "13 QUALITIES OF TRUE CHRISTIANS FROM 2ND CORINTHIANS." I did not finish all 13, but I rarely finish all I have prepared. I did, however, find something in 2 Corinthians 3 that touched me and enriched me. I noticed it in my preparations and felt the power of it in my teachings. Here are verses 2 and 3 of 2 Corinthians 3:

"Ye are our epistle written in our hearts, known and read of all men: Forasmuch as ye are manifestly declared to be the epistle of Christ ministered by us, written not with ink, but with the Spirit of the living God; not in tables of stone, but in fleshy tables of the heart."

My point was that true Christians are letters from Christ to the world. We are the epistles of Christ. Paul wrote letters--a lot of them. Captain Moroni wrote letters. Peter and James and John wrote letters. The First Presidency writes letters. But so far as we know, Christ never did. Except that . . . he did! We are his letters! Not written with paper and ink but with the Spirit of the living God, in the "fleshy tables of the heart."

I have about 50 students in my Thursday evening class in the New Testament. I asked them how many of Heavenly Father's children would "read" them in the coming week.

It is frightening, but nevertheless true, that we might be the first religious text some people will ever "read." And if we do not interact with them with love and the Spirit and righteousness, we may be the only religious text they will ever read. The thought of how many social interactions fifty young s could have in a single week is mind-boggling! But in every interaction they (and we) must be the epistles of prophets and seers and revelators ("Ye are our epistles) and we are also "manifestly declared to be the epistle of Christ."

I wonder how many times the Lord has sent me as a message to those walking in darkness. Have they sensed and "tasted" the light (see Alma 32:35) radiating from what the Lord has written in my heart?

Saints in early Kirtland struggling to learn and understand the processes and purposes of revelation in the newly restored Church were sometimes confused by by false spiritual experiences (see D&C 28, 42, 50). One manifestation of this dilemma is referred to in the literature as "letters from heaven." An interesting account tells of a man called Black Pete who was so intent on chasing an angel with a letter that he ran off an embankment and plummeted though the trees into a river far below. mHe survived but I assume his ardor was somewhat dampened by the experience.

Letters from heaven? It would be silly if not for these verses. But Paul tells us we are precisely that. We are or should be letters from God to his children . . . the epistles of Christ with the stamp of his image in our countenance (Alma 5:14,19) and his words written in our hearts.

May it ever be so.

Ted

THE TREE IS UP!

2007-12-10T19:35:00.000-07:00

We had about 40 folks here for Thanksgiving. Nine of the kids came with their kids if they had them and we managed to wrap ourselves around enough portions of pork and fowl and sweets to feed most of Mesa. Robert and Jocelyn and Peter stayed in the East. Chris and Tara and Trey went to Idaho, and Josh and Kim and Tallen and Nova went south to Kim's home.

Debbie and Earl and theirs came from Oregon for most of a week. What a delight to have them here again! It takes a large dose of gall to haul 1/3 of my grandkids off to the west coast for years on end. Everybody pray that they will move to Utah. You will have to out-pray Earl's parents, who live near them, but go for it! Then they can travel to Oregon once a year to see Earl's parents.

Debbie and Earl have a large and lovely old home next to a hazel-nut orchard. Here are photos:

They are renting at the present time in Molalla. The tire swing is behind the house. Behind the swing is the nut farm. I have no idea what Ben [above] is doing, but he may encounter turbulence if he decides he wants to take that sucker out of his mouth for a breather.

The Saturday after Christmas we put of the Christmas decorations., including a tree we stole from the Redwood forests at Yosemite. The dang thing is taller than the Chrysler Building and has more lights that Las Vegas.

Actually this is not our tree. I think ours is taller. Putting it up just after Thanksgiving is a good thing because that allows me nearly a month to get back into the Christmas spirit before Christmas.

This year we made the decision to put lights outside again, an activity I have managed to avoid for the past couple of years because I don't do ladders. This is an article of faith with me. Ever since I fell from one at our Ogden apartments, I have made a determined effort not to climb anything I can actually fall off of. But outside lights at Christmas require elevation, and I know Lydia is not going to climb up anything unless it is to save one of her children or grandchildren. So I bought some and stuck them up and they look . . . like Christmas lights.

These photos are among the best I have ever taken. OK. Not the best. I had no coat and no tripod and it was 12 degrees. But at least it is visual proof that I did hang outside lights.

Danny decided that Mom and I needed a new TV. He installs systems for Dish Network, and convinced all the kids that they should contribute appropriately to a fund designed to get us a high definition television. He made it work and the day after Thanksgiving, the kids bought a 50" high def and Steve and Danny hung it on our wall.
These two photos of our new TV demonstrate the only two things TV is actually good for: sports and prophets. I have liked having the BYU games in the house again, and watching the Jazz once in a while. Lydia likes some of the Law and Order reruns and she watches a lot of news and weather. Of course the gift of the children requires us to spend our retirement on a cable package that will have us living under an overpass with a shopping cart before long, but stuff sure looks good in high definition! Want to come and watch a game some time? Or General Conference?

OK. Gibbons kids. We are going to start having a family temple night once a month. We will plan to meet and go together for those living close. For others in Oregon or Maryland, go on your own if you can. We think we will try for a 6:00 or 7:00 pm session on the first Tuesday of each month. Let us know if that will work for you. I have felt impressed and constrained to ask all of you to participate in this with us. My own experiences working in the temple each week have given me an increased testimony of how much this matters. And mom goes every week, of course. I mean EVERY week.

Thanks for your comments o these blogs. Life is good and the church is true.

Dad and Ted

BUILDING THE BIG DIPPER

2007-11-20T19:52:00.000-07:00

In May I took a three-day trip with the faculty of my Institute to visit significant sites related to the church history in this area. We called our trip the "Northern Settlements Expedition." We traveled north from Orem through Farmington and Kaysville and eventually made our way to the tabernacle in Brigham City. It was there that I began to have the thoughts that are the basis for these musings and meditations.

This was a beautiful building, the first of many monuments to the Pioneer spirit and determination that we visited, that caused the desert valleys of these mountains to blossom.
The building was constructed on what was once called Sagebrush Hill. The work began in 1867. On January 6, 1896 a stove exploded and the building was destroyed. On February 1 the decision was made to rebuild and 13 months later the construction was completed. The re-dedication occurred in March 21, 1897.

We were amazed at the beauty of the exterior and the interior. The remarkable hall around us was a mute and marvelous testimony to the faithfulness of the great saints who plowed the ground and planted the crops and built their houses and dug their ditches and still found time to build something as remarkable as this tabernacle.

From Brigham we continued north and located the tabernacle in Wellsville. This building was striking from the outside, but the inside has not been maintained as well as other tabernacles he have visited and will visit, and it is not currently in use for church services. We spent time in a museum in the basement, then moved to the assembly hall and sang “We Thank Thee, O God, for a Prophet.” The construction here was unusual, a wide, shallow room with curved benches and an alcove in the front for speakers and benches and great acoustics. An effort is underway to raise funds to restore this edifice. I hope it is successful.

At the tabernacle in Logan we sat in the benches at the front—most of us—and listened to history from a local scholar. I wandered upstairs to the back. I sat on the northwest corner of the balcony one Sunday for Stake Conference. I was either a deacon or a teacher, and correspondingly stupid. I threw a paper airplane during the closing prayer when I was certain no one would notice. Next Sunday in priesthood, my quorum advisor announced what one of his quorum members had done. He did not use my name, and did not look directly at me, but everyone must have seen the pulsating red glow of my embarrassment as he described my antics. No one ever mentioned it to me, but I learned a painful and and worthwhile lesson.

I asked if we could visit the tabernacle font where I was baptized on March 27, 1954 by my oldest brother, Andy, who passed away last month. I do not think I have visited the baptistry in that building since that day. I entered the room rather casually, thinking about the renewing of an old memory. But the Spirit met me there and flooded me. Tears came as I looked into the font. Imagine that! It was so unexpected and so sweet. I received a more powerful witness about the importance of my baptism in that place than I have ever experienced before.

I spent time in the assembly hall of the building looking at the work done there. Who had the gumption and the get-up-and-go and the know-how to put this thing together? The place is spectacular! And these great saints, weren't done yet. they climbed the hill and built a temple too.

I marveled at the faith of those people with their wagons and their scrapers and their chisels and their horses and willpower, building God a house on the hill. What a miracle to build such a place! I have never been able to build anything worthwhile. I tried a doghouse once. I made it from pallets used to support stacks of sheet metal and the finished product weighed so much we needed a crane to move it. And the dog, a particularly bright Australian Shepherd, took one look and opted to sleep in the yard even in the of winter.

In Paris, Idaho, we stopped at the red sandstone tabernacle. No doors were open so we remained on the lawn. This is another beautiful building, another monument to faith and industry. The command of Brigham to build a tabernacle in Paris cannot have been any less daunting than the command of the Lord to Nephi to build an ocean liner. So what if they did were not sure how to do it? They had a commandment and they tucked in their shirts and rolled up their sleeves and began quarrying stone.

When the trip was over I kept thinking about building things.

When I was in 7th grade shop class, the teacher, Willy Dial, assigned the students to make something to take to their mothers. Kim Cameron made an end table. The intricately shaped top—like water puddled on a stone floor—was thick bleached pine. The legs were lathed and tapered. The whole thing was varnished to a rous finish. It was an amazing creation for a 7th grader!

I made a broom holder. We all need to accept our limitations and I thought I knew mine. My mom was not getting an end table or anything remotely like it from me. But a broom holder . . . I thought I could assemble and finish two pieces of wood, the base to be screwed into the wall, and the yoke, carved to admit the shaft of the broom and hold it by the wide bristled head. A little work with the saw; a little sanding; a little varnish on the bright wood: voila!

I built one, and it was so bad that my teacher refused to let me take it home. He put it were it belonged to await the next trash pickup, and gave me a broom holder from the back room for my mom. I got my first and only "D" in that class, an admission which will not surprise those of you who know my skills with tools.

But these early Mormons built tabernacles and temples and rock churches and tithing offices from one end of Deseret to the other. And they were not log structures like that two-week effort in Kanesville. They were rich and ornate and beautiful: stone and woodwork of the highest quality, built by men who loved the Lord and who were at the same time trying to wrest a living from the soil of their surroundings! I fear that my spiritual constructions may look like my broom holder or my dog house. What will I say to those craftsmen in the next life when they wonder why my home teaching was not finished, or my genealogy was not completed, or my family was untaught?

Now, in recent days, my mind has gone a step farther. I listened to a talk last Friday about the majesty of God and this has caused me to reflect on the things he makes.

God described himself to Job in most dramatic and unusual terms. The underlying message is that God is so great that no man can question his purposes or his actions. The following questions God asks come from Job 38 and 39. Each of the questions contains an inference of the greatness of God.

(38:4) Where were you when God laid the foundations of the earth?
(38:6) On what were the foundations of the earth fastened?
(38:8) Who shut up the sea behind doors?
(38:12) Have you ever commanded the dawn?
(38:16) Have you walked in the depths of the sea>
(38:17) Have you seen the gates of ?
(38:18) Can you comprehend the expanse of the earth?
(38:22) Have you entered the storehouses of the snow?
(38:25) Who cuts the channel for the torrents of rain
(38;29) From whose womb comes the ice?
(38:31,32) Can you bring forth the constellations?
(38:35) Can you send the bolts of lightning on their way?
(38:37) Can you count the clouds?
(38:37) Who tips over the bottles of rain when the earth needs rain?
(38:39) Do you hunt prey for the lioness?
(38:41) Who feeds the ravens?
(39:5) Who decided the wild donkey should be wild
(39:9) Will the wild ox consent to serve and help you?
(39:13) Why are the ostrich and peacock so different?
(39:19) Did you give the horse his strength?
(39:19) Did you decide what the horse should look like?
(39:26) Does the hawk take flight by your wisdom?
(39:27) Does the eagle soar at your command?

I wonder what kind of shop class God runs in the Celestial Kingdom. Because I am going to require some serious training before I undertake to bring forth any constellations or hang the suns and galaxies in the endless expanse of heaven. People have often complemented my on my photos of beautiful things. Shucks. Anybody can learn to take a picture of a rose. But making a rose . . .

NOAH-NOAH-NOAH

2007-11-10T22:23:00.003-07:00

Greetings from Ted and Lydia:

I was sitting at my desk at the institute when the phone rang on Friday afternoon. My wife was on the line: "Come home now!" she said with that tone that communicates disaster. I came. For the third time in three months a connection under one of our sinks had broken. This time a hose came loose and the water came in a flood rather than a spray or a trickle. Standing water covered the north end of the basement from our bedroom through Justin's bedroom, and into the storage room.

After our first two experiences with with raging waters, we have made it a matter of prayer, asking the Lord to protect our home and our investment. Then this. It has been difficult not to look up and ask "Why?"

This thought comes to mind from Richard G. Scott:

When you face adversity, you can be led to ask many questions. Some serve a useful purpose; others do not. To ask, Why does this have to happen to me? Why do I have to suffer this, now? What have I done to cause this? will lead you into blind alleys. It really does no good to ask questions that reflect opposition to the will of God. Rather ask, What am I to do? What am I to learn from this experience? What am I to change? Whom am I to help? How can I remember my many blessings in times of trial? Willing sacrifice of deeply held personal desires in favor of the will of God is very hard to do. Yet, when you pray with real conviction, “Please let me know Thy will” and “May Thy will be done,” you are in the strongest position to receive the maximum help from your loving Father (“Trust in the Lord,” Ensign, Nov. 1995, 17).

So I have been asking myself what I should learn from all of this water. A few ideas have come to mind, none worth sharing.

I talked to Margie today and told her of our trial. Where did this woman come from, anyway? She is wise and insightful beyond her years, and in fact we are talking about a number of years. In one sentence she taught me more about my predicament than I had been able to understand in 24 hours. "Thank goodness it wasn't Katrina," she quipped.

Indeed.

Andy had his farewell party today. Since he insisted that no funeral be held, and suggested a party instead, many of us met today at the Copper Mill in Logan---one of his favorite restaurants. I drove to Logan with Steve. We ate and laughed and loved and visited. We rejoiced for Andy. Steve commented on the difference between this gathering and the funeral for Lydia's father several months ago. There was a great deal of regret at that funeral--regret for divided families and festering bitterness and unhappy relatives. Andy's party was a celebration of a life by a bunch of folks who knew him and loved him and admired him.

While I was there, I remembered two cartoons he had sent me, I assume from a newspaper in Greeley, Colorado where he lived at the time. Andy sent cartoons to everybody he loved, and they were selected based on personality and/or profession. I got the ones that contained religious humor. The two I remember best were from a single panel cartoon called "Pot Shots" by Ashleigh Brillaint. One said, "It is easy to make lifetime decisions, when I realize how temporary they are." The other was, "If the meaning of my life doesn't soon become clear, I may need to request an extension."

Did it finally becomel clear? Or did he request and extension? Wally, his oldest son, thought he had.

I kind of hope this catches on around here: a party for the departed. It was wonderful.

FAINT NOT

2007-11-05T17:41:00.001-07:00

Greetings:

The usual purpose of parables was to keep the indifferent and uninterested from learning more than was good for them.

10 And the disciples came, and said unto him, Why speakest thou unto them in parables?
11 He answered and said unto them, Because it is given unto you to know the mysteries of the kingdom of heaven, but to them it is not given.
12 For whosoever hath, to him shall be given, and he shall have more abundance: but whosoever hath not, from him shall be taken away even that he hath.
13 Therefore speak I to them in parables: because they seeing see not; and hearing they hear not, neither do they understand.
14 And in them is fulfilled the prophecy of Esaias, which saith, By hearing ye shall hear, and shall not understand; and seeing ye shall see, and shall not perceive:
15 For this people's heart is waxed gross, and their ears are dull of hearing, and their eyes they have closed; lest at any time they should see with their eyes, and hear with their ears, and should understand with their heart, and should be converted, and I should heal them.
16 But blessed are your eyes, for they see: and your ears, for they hear (Matthew 13:10 - 16).

But in the parable of the unjust judge, we get the message before the parable even begins. I suspect that this is Luke at work and not a reflection of the way the Savior taught on this occasion, but I could be wrong. Anyway, the parable begins with this statement:

And he spake a parable unto them to this end, that men ought always to pray, and not to faint (Luke 18:1).

We had an interesting discussion about this in class today. With regard to praying, what does it mean to "faint"? For that matter, what does the Lord mean when he says we "ought always to pray"? I found 17 places in the standard works where we are commanded to pray always, the first of which is in this parable.

Luke 18:1
Luke 21:6
2 Nephi 32:9
3 Nephi 18:15
3 Nephi 18:18
3 Nephi 18:19
D&C 10:5
D&C 19:38
D&C 20:33
D&C 31:12
D&C 32:4
D&C 61:39
D&C 88:126
D&C 90:24
D&C 93:49
D&C 93:50
D&C 101:81

The sense I have of this commandment is that we must never stop praying. No quitting or fainting is allowed. This is not a directive to pray 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. It is a directive to pray every day of every week and to pray meaningfully. Prayer sabbaticals are as dangerous as nuclear warheads.

The parable introduced in this way is interesting:
2. There was in a city a judge, which feared not God, neither regarded man:
3 And there was a widow in that city; and she came unto him, saying, Avenge me of mine adversary.
4 And he would not for a while: but afterward he said within himself, Though I fear not God, nor regard man;
5 Yet because this widow troubleth me, I will avenge her, lest by her continual coming she weary me.
6 And the Lord said, Hear what the unjust judge saith.
7 And shall not God avenge his own elect, which cry day and night unto him, though he bear long with them?
8 I tell you that he will avenge them speedily. Nevertheless when the Son of man cometh, shall he find faith on the earth? (Luke 18:1 - 8)

This hardhearted judge will not be controlled by his fear of the judgement nor by his concern about what his constituents think of him. In fact, the thing that finally moves him to some action in behalf of this widow is his concern that her continual comings might "weary" him.

Better to give her what she wants than to allow her to drive me crazy, he seems to be saying. The judge is not a symbol for our Heavenly Father. He serves as a foil. If this indifferent and self-centered judge will hear and answer the appeals of this importunig widow, how much more will our Heavenly Father hear and grant our requests. Verse 8 suggests that he will do this "speedily"--that is, I think, as quickly as he possibly can. That would probably be after we have learned what we need to learn and prepared ourselves for divine intervention in our lives.

The Savior is going to Jericho, and near the city limits he encounters a blind man begging by the side of the road.

35 And it came to pass, that as he was come nigh unto Jericho, a certain blind man sat by the way side begging:
36 And hearing the multitude pass by, he asked what it meant.
37 And they told him, that Jesus of Nazareth passeth by.
38 And he cried, saying, Jesus, thou Son of David, have mercy on me.
39 And they which went before rebuked him, that he should hold his peace: but he cried so much the more, Thou Son of David, have mercy on me.
40 And Jesus stood, and commanded him to be brought unto him: and when he was come near, he asked him,
41 Saying, What wilt thou that I shall do unto thee? And he said, Lord, that I may receive my sight.
42 And Jesus said unto him, Receive thy sight: thy faith hath saved thee.
43 And immediately he received his sight, and followed him, glorifying God: and all the people, when they saw it, gave praise unto God (Luke 18:35-43).

How this man learned of the power of Christ we are not told, but from some source he knew that Jesus Christ could heal blindness. Perhaps one healed on another occasion had spoken to him: "If you ever encounter Jesus of Nazareth, ask for a blessing. He can restore your sight. When the sound of the passing crowds reaches him and he learns that the cause of the commotion is that Jesus is on his street, he begins to cry out to him. Of course he does. What else could he possibly do? Even when those leading the procession rebuked him he continued to cry out. This story seems to me to be a perfect exposition of the parable at the beginning of this chapter. Don't give up (don't faint) because some time passes or because people encourage you to quit making a fuss or because it seems hopeless. Cry out to him (The Book of Mormon uses the some form of the verb 'cry' about 100 times as a substitute for 'pray and 'prayer')."

There is another great reason to pray a lot. I found it in this article from the Wall Street Journal or one of those great newspapers like that:
Russell M. Nelson spoke of the willingness of God to answer prayers: I recognize that, on occasion, some of our most fervent prayers may seem to go unanswered. We wonder, "Why?" I know that feeling! I know the fears and tears of such moments. But I also know that our prayers are never ignored. Our faith is never unappreciated. I know that an all-wise Heavenly Father's perspective is much broader than is ours. While we know of our mortal problems and pain, He knows of our immortal progress and potential. If we pray to know His will and submit ourselves to it with patience and courage, heavenly healing can take place in His own way and time ("Jesus Christ--The Master Healer," Ensign, Nov. 2005, 86).

President Packer said it thus: Go quietly into the world. Go quietly about your affairs, and learn that in the still, small hours of the morning the Lord will speak to you. He will never fail to answer your prayers" [Boyd K. Packer: Commencement Address, 17 December 2005, BYU Hawaii].

Richard G. Scott from April 2007 Conference: He will always hear your prayers and will invariably answer them. However, His answers will seldom come while you are on your knees praying, even when you may plead for an immediate response. Rather, He will prompt you in quiet moments when the Spirit can most effectively touch your mind and heart. Hence, you should find periods of quiet time to recognize when you are being instructed and strengthened. His pattern causes you to grow.

It is true that the answers to our prayers may not always come as direct and at the
time, nor in the manner, we anticipate; but they do come, and at a time and in a manner best for the interests of him who offers the supplication (David O. McKay: CR, April 1969, p. 153).

LEARNING A FOREIGN LANGUAGE

2007-11-03T23:23:00.000-06:00

Lydia sent Andy's obituary to many of you. I feel like there is an empty place at the table or an empty room in the house. I saw him infrequently but he was always there somewhere and he was always family and his presence was like an old and comfortable winter coat---worn rarely but ready and reliable always.

My feelings have been more poignant with the passing of Andy than even with my Mom. She was so good and so ready and had been so sick for so long. The thought of her release from these mortal chains was exhilarating almost. Andy was less ready, and of course he was my generation. I know this separation will take some getting accustomed to.

Eileen, my oldest sister, had her birthday yesterday. I won't say which birthday, but she may have watched Orville and Wilbur at Kitty Hawk.

Bishop Edgely, a counselor in the Presiding Bishopric came to the Institute yesterday to speak at our Friday devotional, but he came an hour early and spent 45 minutes with the faculty. He told us he had been in a meeting with the First Presidency that morning before coming to Orem, and that it was nice to have all three chairs at the head of the table filled. That has not always been the case. In his remarks, he described an interesting event.

He was in a meeting with the First Presidency in their room at the Church Administration Building on the 3rd of March, 1995, He was standing at his place making presentation when the door to the room opened and Michael Watson came into the room with the news that President Hunter had just passed away.

Bp. Edgely said he was watching President Hinckley at that moment, and had the sense or awareness of the passing the mantle. It happened at the moment of President Hunter's passing, or courses, but President Hinckley's awareness of it happened as he watched.

On Thursday I taught the first three chapters of Mosiah including the first part of Benjamin's sermon.

We are told in chapter 1 that Benjamin

"had three sons; and he called their names Mosiah, and Helorum, and Helaman. And he caused that they should be taught in all the language of his fathers, that thereby they might become men of understanding; and that they might know concerning the prophecies which had been spoken by the mouths of their fathers, which were delivered them by the hand of the Lord.

"And he also taught them concerning the records which were engraven on the plates of brass, saying: My sons, I would that ye should remember that were it not for these plates, which contain these records and these commandments, we must have suffered in ignorance, even at this present time, not knowing the mysteries of God.

"For it were not possible that our father, Lehi, could have remembered all these things, to have taught them to his children, except it were for the help of these plates; for he having been taught in the language of the Egyptians therefore he could read these engravings, and teach them to his children, that thereby they could teach them to their children, and so fulfilling the commandments of God, even down to this present time" (Mosiah 1:2 - 4).

The brass plates were in Egyptian. I assume that the plates of Nephi were also in Egyptian and Reformed Egyptian (see Mormon 9:32). Therefore, anyone who wanted to study the scriptures in the original language was required to learn a foreign language. Whether Benjamin knew and taught his children some Egyptian, or simply taught them the messages that had originally been written in Egyptian I cannot say, but can confidently say that all experiences with scripture are part of a study of a foreign language.

Most of you remember your first exposure to Leviticus or to Romans, or even to the Book of Mormon. The construction, the language, the flow and format were all strange to you. Your first attempts at reading were like your first piano lessons. The initial effort was incredibly important but not very productive. Great effort and continued immersion in the fundamentals and then a great deal of time in front of an open music book were required to achieve excellence, and not many of my children really did. But the same is true of the scriptures. Skills with the language require continued immersion and a great deal of time looking at an open book.

You have known people who have paid the price---people who can sit at the piano and play almost anything, or who can open the scriptures and explain almost anything.

The verses above about Benjamin and the scriptures and his sons led me into musings about our own efforts to provide our children with the necessary tools to speak the language, so that they might be men and women "of understanding; and that they might know concerning the prophecies which had been spoken by the mouths of their fathers, which were delivered them by the hand of the Lord."

The labor could not be more intensive if we tried to teach them Egyptian or Laotian or Portuguese, but the results are infinitely more important. Benjamin knew that. I hope we do too. For you with little children, it is never too early make them a part of the process of learning the language of the scriptures. Never mind if they are too young to read, or even to listen as you read. Let them become familiar with the names and the sounds and the spirit of the scriptures. If you wait they are old enough to read and study on their own, you will find them old enough to say 'no' and to resist those early morning hours as my children sometimes did. But if the study of the scriptures has been a part of their lives from their infancy, then by the time they are old enough to choose for themselves, it will have become (as it did for Benjamin's son, Mosiah) an indispensable habit with them.

And there are great blessings that come from such study.

Benjamin desired to provide the best of every benefit and opportunity for his children. And he did, by teaching them the scriptures. Benjamin teaches us a great lesson about the benefits of the scriptures and gives great counsel about how to take advantage of those benefits:

"I say unto you, my sons, were it not for these things, which have been kept and preserved by the hand of God, that we might read and understand of his mysteries, and have his commandments always before our eyes, that even our fathers would have dwindled in unbelief, and we should have been like unto our brethren, the Lamanites, who know nothing concerning these things, or even do not believe them when they are taught them, because of the traditions of their fathers, which are not correct" (Mosiah 1:5).

What a blessing to have the opportunity to “have his commandments always before our eyes.” Have you taken advantage? Or have you, by reason of neglect of the scriptures, dwindled in unbelief from time to time in your life? Have you sometimes “suffered in ignorance, not knowing the mysteries of God”? I have heard that Mark Twain once said, “ A man who won’t read is no better off than a man who can’t.” This is certainly true of reading the scriptures. If we do not read the Book of Mormon, the Doctrine and Covenants, the Pearl of Great Price and the Bible, what advantage do we have over those who cannot read because they do not know about the scriptures or do not have them?

Sister Robin Hendricksen said while reporting her mission in my ward, "Scriptures that are falling apart usually belong to someone who isn't."

Amen!

THE CIRCLE IS BROKEN

2007-11-01T23:00:00.000-06:00

Andy, my oldest brother, passed away yesterday on Halloween. Barbara called in the early afternoon to tell me that he was not doing well and was unresponsive, and that some of the children were with him. A few hours later she called to tell me that he was gone.

Andy was 20 years older than I am. He was in the Navy when I was born in 1946. He served a mission in North Carolina. We were separated by age and interest and geography until the last several years. I have been blessed to get to know him better than I ever did before. He was bright and witty--sharper than a honed rapier sometimes. He was giving. I visited him often in his Logan home and never left empty handed. He was tolerant sometimes, unless confronted with hot air or insincerity. He was more philosophical than spiritual mostly.

After the second call from Barbara, I sat at the kitchen table and my eyes were drawn to the poster on the wall with individual pictures of all the kids that we gave to Lydia last Christmas. I scanned the photos of my twelve children and felt . . . something. Mortality ends. There is eternity in all of us but not in our flesh and . One day all of my children. will pass the quiet marker between the worlds and will be in a new place with other people. I expect that I will not be around to see it, but one day the first of my children will slip away to a better place where Lydia and I will be waiting for them. It is the circle of life.

Andy had been ill, and had spend the past year or so in assisted-living facilities. His health was not not good and none of us expected him to be around for a long time, but a couple of weeks ago, the doctor thought he might have a couple of months. The end came quickly. This summer he was in Sunshine Terrace where we stopped to see him on our way to a sibling reunion at Bear Lake. He seemed happy enough, but resigned and not at all inclined to get up and go with us to the Lake.Andy has insisted that he does not want a funeral and that he wants his body donated to science and then cremated. He did say we could have a party for him so we will do that at the Coppermill in Logan a week from Saturday.

It must be nice for Andy to be in a place where almost everything works. I thought of this when Mom left. In fact, I made a comment at her funeral about how it must be for one who can hardly walk to experience the joy of flying! Brigham Young said this about the experience Andy had on Wednesday:

We are brought forth for the express purpose of preparing ourselves through our faithfulness to inherit eternal life. . . [When we die} what will be our condition, what will be the nature of our pursuits in a state of being in which we shall possess more vigor and a higher degree of intelligence than we possess here? . . . We shall . . . look about upon it and think . . . why this is the greatest advantage of my whole existence, for I have passed from a state of sorrow, grief, mourning, woe, misery, pain, anguish and disappointment into a state of existence, where I can enjoy life to the fullest extent . . . My spirit is set free, I thirst no more, I want to sleep no more, I hunger no more, I tire no more, I run, I walk, I labor, I go, I come, I do this, I do that, whatever is required of me, nothing like pain or weariness, I am full of life, full of vigor, and I enjoy the presence of my heavenly Father, by the power of his Spirit. (Brigham Young: JD, Vol. 17, p. 143)

I said at the beginning that the circle is broken, but of course it is not. It is a larger circle now, encompassing invisible worlds, but still wonderfully intact.

Goodbye, Andy.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

2007-10-31T14:56:00.000-06:00

Happy Halloween

No one in my family was small enough to go bang on doors last evening, so I sat home while my dog went nuts eveyime some gremlin showed up at the door. Danny and Rachel have invested thousands on Halkloween stuff---hands that walk and legs that slide and graavestones and skelatons and talking heads and such---and the yard is full of their decorations. So a few more kids came this year. We average less than ten per season.

I am not a big fan of this holiday, but I did prepare a handout yesterday for the benefit of my students and other teachers. Here it is:

THE SCRIPTURES HAVE A GREAT DEAL TO SAY ABOUT FEAR. FOR EXAMPLE, THE LORD AND HIS SERVANTS HAVE SAID “FEAR NOT” TO THE RIGHTEOUS AT LEAST 66 TIMES, AND “BE NOT AFRAID” 26 TIMES

FEAR NOT

Genesis 15:1
Genesis 21:17
Genesis 26:24
Genesis 43:23
Genesis 46:3
Exodus 20:20
Deuteronomy 1:21
Deuteronomy 20:3
Deuteronomy 31:6
Deuteronomy 31:8
Joshua 8:1
Joshua 10:25
Judges 6:10
Judges 6:23
1 Samuel 12:20
1 Kings 17:13
2 Kings 6:16
1 Chronicles 28:20
2 Chronicles 20:17
Isaiah 7:4
Isaiah 35:4
Isaiah 41:13
Isaiah 41:14
Isaiah 43:1
Isaiah 43:5
Isaiah 44:2
Isaiah 54:4
Jeremiah 46:27
Lamentations 3:57
Daniel 10:12
Daniel 10:19
Joel 2:21
Zechariah 8:13
Matthew 1:20
Matthew 10:28
Matthew 28:5
Luke 1:13
Luke 1:20
Luke 2:10
Luke 5:10
Luke 8:50
Luke 12:17
Luke 12:32
John 12:15
Acts 27:24
1 Peter 2:18
Revelation 1:17
2 Nephi 17:4
Alma 7:15
Alma 61:31
Helaman 5:26
3 Nephi 22:4
3 Nephi 24:5
D&C 6:33
D&C 6:34
D&C 6:36
D&C 30:5
D&C 35:27
D&C 38:15
D&C 50:41
D&C 79:4
D&C 98:1
D&C 101:36
D&C 122:9
D&C 136:17
D&C 136:30

BE NOT AFRAID

Deuteronomy 20:1
Joshua 1:9
Joshua 11:6
2 Kings 1:15
2 Kings 19:6
2 Chronicles 20:15
2 Chronicles 32:7
Proverbs 3:25,26
Isaiah 10:4
Isaiah 37:6
Isaiah 40:9
Jeremiah 1:8
Jeremiah 10:5
Jeremiah 42:11
Ezekiel 2:6
Matthew 14:27
Matthew 17:7
Matthew 28:10
Mark 5:36
Mark 6:50
Luke 12:4
John 6:20
Acts 18:9
I Peter 3:14
2 Nephi 24:20
D&C 98:14

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You might consider printing this out on orange paper and handing it out next year instead of Almond Joys and Butterfingers. Of course the kids would hate you and your dentist would firebomb your home, but it is an idea . . .

I am thinking about how often and in how many circumstances the Lord has said this kind of thing to his faithful children. I suppose if he were with us all the time, instead of near Kolob, we would never worry about anything. Of course he is with us all the time. He has promised to go with us (D&C 32:3), and to be in our midst (D&C 38:7). He has assured us that no weapon formed against us can prosper (3 Nephi 22:17), and that his eyes are upon us (D&C 38:7). What are we supposed to be afraid of?

After all, "With God, nothing shall be impossible" (Luke 1:37), and "Nothing is too hard for [him] (Jeremiah 32:17)." So what if the Assyrian Army is on the way or Goliath is sharpening his 15-pound spear head. So what if Captain Comstock is headed for Haun's Mill or Johnston's Army is coming through Wyoming . . . Fear not.

When neighbors told Jairus to quit bothering the Lord because his 12-year old daughter was now dead and therefore could not be healed, Jesus responded at once and said, "Be not afraid. Only believe" (Mark 5:36).

His daughter was dead, for goodness sake! Be not afraid. Only believe. I feel like we really have been given the tools and the understanding to set aside worry and fear in our lives almost entirely.

Friends and family came yesterday and we played games for a few hours while we answered the door and contemplated the delights of leftover candy. And we had a lot left over. Nothing like the collections we used to have when Danny took his pillow cases out in Junior High, but we had enough to get by.

Thanks for listening.

Ted

Journal, 30 October 2007

2007-10-30T18:51:00.000-06:00

Tuesday, 30 October 2007

Teaching Jarom through the Words of Mormon today I had an insight that seemed pertinent. Here it is: "God leads the righteous away from the wicked." The catalyst for the thought was the journey of Mosiah and the righteous Nephites from the Land of Nephi to the Land of Zarahemla, a destination to which they were led by "many preachings and prophesyings" (Omni 1:13). This of course happened several generations after Lehi was led from Jerusalem and after Nephi left his brethren behind and founded the Land of Nephi. I told the students that God will always lead the righteous away from the wicked. He may not send them into the wilderness to discover new lands or settled lands that are safer, but when they are confronted by rampant wickedness and danger, the Spirit will certainly whisper, "Get out! Now! Pick up you feet and move.

I think all of us have had this experience. We have been at a movie or watching a TV show or something else and the Spirit as thumped us gently or powerfully and said, "Move. Now." I remember teaching this during my first years in Seminary when I lived in Tempe, Arizona. I caught a preying mantis in my yard and made him a home in a gallon glass bottle with small branches and holes punched in the lid. Then I took him [her?] to seminary for this lesson, and dropped a live moth into the jar. the results were gratifying---except for the moth. But the message was meaningful. It is extremely dangerous to stay close when there is danger at hand.

I want to say a word or two about the trip we made to Park City October 13-15.

Lydia signed us up for a time share presentation and for our troubles got us three days at the Marriott Summit Watch in Park City for a small investment of cash. We stayed on the second floor on the right side of the green building at the center of this photo.

We arrived there about 4:00 on Saturday. Tiffy and Bexi went with us. Saturday night we played games and I watched the BYU-UNLY football game which BYU won without too much difficulty.

Sunday morning after breakfast we went to Sacrament Meeting at the Park City chapel. They have a special meeting just for visitors at 11:00. After the meeting we walked on main street for a time. Some kind of festival is going on and the street is closed to auto traffic.

There were a bunch of booths and entrepreneurs but it was the Sabbath and we kept our money in our pocket. I encountered a man with candy and wardrobe on the same line of his budget. Here he is.

Tifffy and I did ride the town ski lift to the top of the mountain and back–$22.00. I took a hundred photos of yellow Quakies and mountain scenery and Park City some of them follow. The photo of Tiffy and I at the beginning of this entry was taken on top by a young man from Wisconsin who is a ski instructor here in the winter.

The leaves were beautiful and the ride, which took about 40 minutes round trip as sweet, but chilly. I was glad I brought my coat.

Back at the condo we had FHE. We have decided to study the talks from conference since President Hinckley asked us to do that in his final talk Sunday Afternoon. He said, “All of the proceedings of this conference will appear in a subsequent issue of the Ensign and Liahona. We encourage you again to read the talks in your family home evenings and discuss them together as families. They are the products of much prayer and meditation and are well worthy of careful consideration.”

We have decided to take turns picking talks and leading the discussion each week. In the opening prayer, the man who prayed asked that these talks would bless us with “correction and direction.” That will be our theme for our study.

The talk we studied today was Elder Holland’s talk, “The Only True God and Jesus Christ Whom He Hath Sent.” I ran off a copy for each family member. We had a good experience studying the message and Elder Holland’s testimony.

We played a lot of games on Sunday too– Rook, Eat it or Beat it, Ticket to Ride, Zonkers, Work-ups.

Monday we slept in and after breakfast Lydia and I went to the presentation by the owners of the properties who were hoping to sell us a time share. We told them we had owned a Marriott time share before and were not prepared to buy another one, and the sales lady believed us and after a visit for 45 minutes or so, she gave us a $100 credit at any Marriott property and sent us on our way.

In the afternoon, Lydia and the s went for a walk and Lydia signed up for another time-share presentation later in the year.

I brought the s home this evening. Lydia will be home tomorrow.

Journal-29 October 2007

2007-10-30T12:30:00.000-06:00

Monday, 29 October 2007

My NT lesson today was a survey of some of the Savior’s teachings on wealth and the attendant dangers. We talked about the rich young ruler in Mark 10 and the wonderful widow with her two mites in Mark 12, and we compared those two people.

We also discussed the disciple who asked Christ to oversee the division of a family inheritance in Luke 12, and the parable the Lord shared about the rich man and his big barns and his impending death.

We spent some time on the invitations to the great supper in Luke 14 and allocated just a moment to the parable of the unjust steward in Luke 16.

The teachings of the Savior in these stories are direct and profound. I hope the students understood the messages.

The parable of the unjust steward deserved more time than I was able to give it. This is the account of an employee about to be terminated because he had wasted his master’s goods. Anxious to provide for himself in an uncertain future, he called his lord’s creditors and offered them each spectacular bargains on the debts they owed his boss. Then his master commended him: “because he had done wisely: for the children of this world are in their generation wiser than the children of light” (Luke 16:8).

The message of the parable is in that final phrase.

“Our Lord's purpose was to show the contrast between the care, thoughtfulness, and devotion of men engaged in the money-making affairs of earth, and the half-hearted ways of many who are professedly striving after spiritual riches. Worldly-minded men do not neglect provision for their future years, and often are sinfully eager to amass plenty; while the "children of light," or those who believe spiritual wealth to be above all earthly possessions, are less energetic, prudent, or wise” (James E. Talmage: Jesus the Christ, Ch.27, p.463 - p.464).

I wrote the following observation as an application of this parable:

I have sons who own dozens (perhaps hundreds) of video games. They play with remarkable skill and continuous delight. Suppose I asked one of them on one occasion a question like this: "Son, how does Zelda overcome the evil prince and destroy the Sultan of Suffering?" He would know the answer. He has paid the price in time and effort to know. But if I then asked, "How did Mormon maintain his righteousness in the world of sin and iniquity in which he was raised?" I think he would look at me like I was deranged. I have invited my boys to put as much effort into the scriptures as they do into games. I hope one day they will.

If we expend as much effort in preparing for the joys of eternity as we expend in preparing for the joys of mortality, we might well be translated where we stand. But we often spend great energy on things less durable than water on a summer sidewalk.

With regard to the man with the barns and the surplus of stuff, who was about to die, I shared this story:

What would you hang on to today if you knew you were going to dietomorrow? A true story illustrates the folly of this passion for acquisition:

I think of Hisham, the mightiest palace an Arab ever built, just outside of Jericho . . . the prince took twenty-seven years to build it, and it was going to be the finest palace in the world . . . it was magnificent.

The night he was to enter it for the house-warming, there came a great earthquake. He had a heart attack and died, and the palace was completely destroyed. They were going to have this big housewarming, and everybody was to come. After twenty-seven years, poof, that's what happened (Hugh Nibley, Teachings of the Book of Mormon, Semester 2, Lecture 41, pp. 5,6).

Tonight Tiffy supervised FHE. We aare taking turns and we have been going over talks from Conference because President Hinckley asked us to. Tiffy’s talk was from Quentin L. Cook, the newest apostle. We had a good discussion on the message. One of his comments, about a favorite birthday card from a convert from his mission reminded me of a letter I received in November of 2001 from one of my Brazilian baptisms.

This is my translation. The letter came in Portuguese.

Votorantim, SP, 14 November 2001

Dear Brother Gibbons

It is with satisfaction that I acknowledge the receipt of your letter.

It has already been more than 35 years since you finished the mission and perhaps you do not remember, but I was the last person you baptized. I asked many questions and argued a lot, but, after my baptism and systematic and persistent study and with the testimony of the Holy Ghost, I soon had a certainty that the Church was true. I had wonderful spiritual experiences, not just with the Priesthood, but also with vicarious work for the dead. My wife and I involved ourselves with genealogical work and had real spiritual experiences confirming that this work is ordained by God.

Since that time, we have had five more children. We have seven children now, fivesons and two daughters. I sent six children on missions, and they are all active in the church. My oldest daughter is married to the brother of Elder Costa, of the First Quorum of the Seventy, and his wife encountered the church through the instrumentality of my daughter. Three of my sons are bishops and I have had the satisfaction of baptizing various people who afterward were called as bishops and stake presidents.

In my callings in the Church, I have been on Stake High Councils from time to time, and I have been Bishop or Branch President several times.

At the present time I am a Patriarch, which is a calling for old people like me.

You excused yourself [in your letter] for having forgotten your Portuguese, but, it is still good. You only had three errors. That is great.

I see that you have a great family, with 12 children and 7 grandchildren, and I have 7 children and 12 grandchildren. I hope, when I return to the presence of my Heavenly Father, I can say, “Father, here are all the children you have given me; none of them were lost. They were all married in the Temple (except for the youngest who is still unmarried, and they are all faithful in the Church."

A few years ago when I was bishop of the Castelo ward in Campinas, SP, I arose to speak from the pulpit, and was inspired to say to the members that they should prepare, because soon there would be a temple in Campinas. At the end of the meeting, some people found me and said, “Bishop, you are dreaming.” But I was not dreaming, our beautiful temple is almost ready and will be dedicated in two months.

It has been a joy to extend my feelings to you. I end asking that you send me your email.

I close with a hug,

Joao Apolonio Neto