No matter how many times I talk about choices/agency, I still wonder how many people actually understand the ramifications of this incredible blessing. God is all-powerful and all-wise, but He does NOT want to be a puppeteer. People often complain about all the tragedies in the world and question the very existence, much less the wisdom, of God. This mortal experience isn't really a "test" in the way most people think. It's not a "pass or fail" kind of test, given by a superior being who is hoping to somehow give us trick questions or make it really hard. It's an opportunity to be totally on our own, away from His presence, to experience good, bad, pain, pleasure, happiness, sorrow, and develop our own character based on what we decide we like or don't like. The choice isn't simply to make a statement and figure we'll get what we said we want, like asking for chocolate chip ice cream at the ice cream shoppe. We choose what we want by the way we choose to live our life, the everyday choices of what we do, think, and say. You can't claim to prefer honesty if you are in the habit of telling lies. You can't say you like things neat and clean if you live like a slob.
Everybody has challenges to overcome. There are major issues that come with having a physical, imperfect body, for instance: Downs syndrome, Parkinson's disease, multiple sclerosis, autism, even pyromaniac tendencies, obsessive-compulsive disorder, kleptomania, etc. God didn't put the imperfect genes purposely in bodies for these problems to develop to make it hard for some, more than others. However, He does ALLOW them, knowing that ultimately we gain by struggling. Even more prevalent are: pride, laziness, anger, cynicism, self-centeredness, greed, etc. The scriptures are full of advice on how to be the way God would prefer us to be, the way we HAVE to be if we want to live in His society. He would prefer us to choose to be like Him, and our Savior, but He leaves it up to us to make that choice. If we think being hard-working is uncomfortable, we don't have to be that way. However, we don't get to sit around and "let" others who choose to work hard do all the heavy lifting simply because we "like" other things. If we find it difficult to be totally honest in all things, we can choose to tell stories the way we want. But we don't get to live with people we know we can trust all the time and try to color the world just to be however it suits us. We can't hold grudges or feelings of smugness and expect others to forgive US our trespasses or love US the way we are or encourage US with compliments and pats on the back. It just wouldn't work. The universe will never revolve around one individual.
But we need to remember, whatever weakness we have, from mental illness to laziness, does NOT define who we are. We are not "bad" because we tell a lie. We become "bad" when we habitually avoid the truth then justify the lies. We are not "bad" because we feel anger. We become "bad" when we refuse to repent and continue to hold the anger all the while blaming someone else's choice rather than recognizing that no one can make us be angry. We are not "bad" for feeling pride in our abilities or accomplishments. We become "bad" when we look down at everyone else and criticize them for not being as good as we are along with refusing to see the things they do well, even things that we may do poorly ourselves.
The very worst thing anyone can do is give up. That doesn't mean we can't get tired and want a break. That doesn't mean we can't just rest a bit. We just can't give in to the impulse to think that wherever we are is far enough. We can't think that it's just not possible for us to keep going. Once we stop believing that we are capable of being what God thinks we are capable of being, then we quit trying. Then we are stuck. That's where we will stay because nobody, not even God, is going to force us to get up and keep going. We will get nudges and nagging, but not force. We will be who we decide to be. We can't blame anyone else- not even God.
Wednesday, October 16, 2013
Sunday, September 22, 2013
What can we expect?
I enjoy laughing, I really do. It's nice to feel at ease enough to laugh- not the kind of awkward laughter when someone is embarrassed or the constant chuckle of those who are mentally "on the edge"- but the relaxed chuckle that starts deep down inside. I have a hard time with people who are so anxious to laugh that they try to make nearly everything into a joke. They often end up being crude or insulting in some way. It should come naturally- not forced. Humor is one of our human emotions, and it's a good one when appropriate.
Women tend to be more emotional than men- in general. Because we are often the trusted caregivers to children, the sick and afflicted, and the elderly, we tend to think sympathetically and are more careful of humor that might cause pain. "Teasing" can be all in good fun but, often, it goes too far, too deep, or on for too long. When dealing with the innocence of children or those who may have the innocence of a child, I have never appreciated telling lies just to be able to laugh at their gullibility. I have a hard time with doing physical things that can endanger a child just to get a laugh from the look of fear or horror on their face. I don't care whether it's done by men or women, it's just not fair or nice.
Recently there was a list on Facebook which was mostly funny about the rules men have. They're quite true to life and pretty amusing. However, I have to take issue with the sixth #1 which is: "Come to us with a problem only if you want help solving it. That's what we do. Sympathy is what your girlfriends are for." I could laugh at that if it weren't so sad that it's all too true. There are many difficult issues in life that simply can NOT be "solved". However, they may still be hard to deal with. I think it's entirely appropriate for spouses to consider one another as their "best friend". When my heart is breaking over something, I want to be able to share my sorrow/concern/pain with someone who cares about me, even if it's a man. What about "mourning with those that mourn"?? What about helping to carry one another's burdens? If I am frustrated with dealing with a difficult child, I realize that there isn't always a "solution" other than to hang in there in hopes they will mature enough to no longer be such a concern. If I am sad about a loved one's cancer and they are getting proper treatment but will never be cured, I don't expect someone to magically fix them. It does me no help whatsoever when I get a reaction of frustration/anger when I explain how difficult it is to deal with my aging mother who has dementia. I know the prognosis is a continual decline until death. There is no hope for improvement. I know that. Is it wrong to just want to "vent"? Is it unreasonable to want sympathy?
I have noticed that people who don't like to sympathetically listen to someone else's problems (I'm not talking about the chronic everlasting whiners), manage to justify themselves when getting angry. They are often the same people who want to force others to laugh and are annoyed when you don't find them amusing. Why is it that laughing and anger are the only "appropriate" emotions? Can women not expect men to listen with concern? Is it not possible to live with the fact that sometimes you are sad and just need a hug or a chance to express your grief? Can only women show empathy?
There is one man who shows a great deal of empathy. He has encouraged others, men and women, to lift one another's burden. He has counseled us to love one another. He has offered us encouragement and support without a "fix" for our problems. He cheers us on rather than always helping us find a way to avoid the obstacles. It is my understanding that He expects ALL of us- men and women- to treat each other the way we would want to be treated. He has shown us the example and hopes we will follow. The world would be a nicer place if everyone did that. We can't make everyone act better but we can start with ourselves and not just seek justification for "natural" behaviors.
Women tend to be more emotional than men- in general. Because we are often the trusted caregivers to children, the sick and afflicted, and the elderly, we tend to think sympathetically and are more careful of humor that might cause pain. "Teasing" can be all in good fun but, often, it goes too far, too deep, or on for too long. When dealing with the innocence of children or those who may have the innocence of a child, I have never appreciated telling lies just to be able to laugh at their gullibility. I have a hard time with doing physical things that can endanger a child just to get a laugh from the look of fear or horror on their face. I don't care whether it's done by men or women, it's just not fair or nice.
Recently there was a list on Facebook which was mostly funny about the rules men have. They're quite true to life and pretty amusing. However, I have to take issue with the sixth #1 which is: "Come to us with a problem only if you want help solving it. That's what we do. Sympathy is what your girlfriends are for." I could laugh at that if it weren't so sad that it's all too true. There are many difficult issues in life that simply can NOT be "solved". However, they may still be hard to deal with. I think it's entirely appropriate for spouses to consider one another as their "best friend". When my heart is breaking over something, I want to be able to share my sorrow/concern/pain with someone who cares about me, even if it's a man. What about "mourning with those that mourn"?? What about helping to carry one another's burdens? If I am frustrated with dealing with a difficult child, I realize that there isn't always a "solution" other than to hang in there in hopes they will mature enough to no longer be such a concern. If I am sad about a loved one's cancer and they are getting proper treatment but will never be cured, I don't expect someone to magically fix them. It does me no help whatsoever when I get a reaction of frustration/anger when I explain how difficult it is to deal with my aging mother who has dementia. I know the prognosis is a continual decline until death. There is no hope for improvement. I know that. Is it wrong to just want to "vent"? Is it unreasonable to want sympathy?
I have noticed that people who don't like to sympathetically listen to someone else's problems (I'm not talking about the chronic everlasting whiners), manage to justify themselves when getting angry. They are often the same people who want to force others to laugh and are annoyed when you don't find them amusing. Why is it that laughing and anger are the only "appropriate" emotions? Can women not expect men to listen with concern? Is it not possible to live with the fact that sometimes you are sad and just need a hug or a chance to express your grief? Can only women show empathy?
There is one man who shows a great deal of empathy. He has encouraged others, men and women, to lift one another's burden. He has counseled us to love one another. He has offered us encouragement and support without a "fix" for our problems. He cheers us on rather than always helping us find a way to avoid the obstacles. It is my understanding that He expects ALL of us- men and women- to treat each other the way we would want to be treated. He has shown us the example and hopes we will follow. The world would be a nicer place if everyone did that. We can't make everyone act better but we can start with ourselves and not just seek justification for "natural" behaviors.
Friday, August 30, 2013
Lesson from Father
It can be unsatisfying sometimes to try to "study" the scriptures. Maybe it would help to liken it to studying a foreign language. When you first start, you can spend a whole week only learning how to count to 20 or say the days of the week. It hardly seems worth the effort when you know you can't actually speak to someone in that language. But given enough time, you gradually pick up more vocabulary until suddenly you can read a page or understand a conversation. Reading the scriptures is similar in that, just picking them up and reading a chapter or page isn't always a really "spiritual" experience where you feel like you have connected with God. Persistence pays off when you are just going about your day and suddenly you "get it"- something about something you hear or read fits a gospel principle you have studied and it's just like a light bulb goes on in your head, or your soul. Light! Understanding! The Spirit of truth "will guide you into all truth" (John 16:13). "For intelligence cleaveth unto intelligence; wisdom receiveth wisdom; truth embraceth truth...." (D&C 88:40) It's really neat when it happens.
There is much in the news lately about the troubles in Syria and the threat of the US attempting to influence the powers that be in that nation by air strikes. On network news, there was given a list of the times that has been tried and it usually fails. The conclusion was that bombing Syria won't stop the revolt or civil war or whatever you want to call the violence going on there. Sometimes, force can actually cause someone to stop something they have been doing. For instance, spanking a child will often stop the child from pulling the cat's tail or touching a hot stove. But the major reaction to the use of superior force is fear and that can result in either of two things: simple fear or anger. (They are very closely related in case you hadn't noticed.) When someone feels fear, they are sometimes in a better position to listen humbly, as in the case of a spanked child. The child, humble as they sometimes can be, just might think "Gee, I don't like getting spanked so maybe I should do what Mommy/Daddy tells me". In the scriptures it mentions that we should "show forth an increase of love lest he esteem thee to be his enemy". When you truly love someone, you aren't into just showing your superior force. You really want them to learn a little wisdom and change their behavior. They will eventually understand that.
However, when the reaction to force is anger, there is usually either a slow simmering resentment, or an immediate attempt to seek revenge, thereby escalating the behavior and/or redirecting it. You really can't hit a child while saying, "Don't hit!" It just doesn't make sense. So, I began to understand the Savior's emphasis on being understanding, patient, long-suffering, and forgiving. In other words, because there are as many versions of how to do things as there are people, and that's a LOT, how can we ever come to agreements? The Savior has admonished us to "be one" even as He and the Father are one. I really don't think we are expected to gradually morph into clones. We all have different personalities, strengths, weaknesses, talents, etc. That's a really good thing. Variety is the spice of life and it works to well when we all bring our different offerings to the table. So, how do we manage to get along, like the people of Enoch did in Zion and like the Savior wants us to?
Satan thought all of God's children should be coerced into compliance so that all could return to be with Heavenly Father again. (Then he wanted to credit for doing it.) But God was quite clear about wanting all of His children to have their own choice. We each get to choose what kind of individual we want to be. Because we make a lot of mistakes in the process of figuring out what works and what doesn't, we often end up regretting our choices. That's what the atonement is for. As long as we are truly sorry and don't just keep making the same mistakes (that's called repenting), we will be forgiven to the point that Heavenly Father will not even remember what we did wrong! I'm sure He actually remembers because He is omniscient after all, but He won't hold it against us as we try to improve. Those who totally insist on things being their way will end someone else's life to get the power, money, revenge, or whatever it is they want. They are what God calls "sons of perdition". He has said they will not be covered by the atonement. If they decide they want to, they will have to work out their own salvation, even if it takes eternity.
So, what I realized is that force really doesn't work well and God doesn't very often resort to it because He knows that. He wants to stand back and let us figure things out for ourselves, making our own choices. We sometimes cry because we feel we don't "deserve" the pain we're receiving. Sometimes that pain is the result of someone else's use of their freedom to choose, and sometimes it's simply the consequences of our own choice. That choice includes the choice before we were born to come to the earth and receive a body so we could experience mortality. Mortality includes opposition in ALL things: joy and sorrow, pleasure and pain, light and darkness. Can we ever manage to overcome the discouragement and frustration of improving ourselves and dealing with other imperfect beings? Can we ever truly change the "natural man" enough to live in peace and harmony with all of the other children of God who may have different ideas of how best to do things? Can we ever be forgiving enough to not hold grudges? Can we ever be patient enough to talk things out until we come to a consensus or compromise? God seems to think we are capable. But the change will have to occur inside us, not by any outside force or influence. It is our own choice to make.
There is much in the news lately about the troubles in Syria and the threat of the US attempting to influence the powers that be in that nation by air strikes. On network news, there was given a list of the times that has been tried and it usually fails. The conclusion was that bombing Syria won't stop the revolt or civil war or whatever you want to call the violence going on there. Sometimes, force can actually cause someone to stop something they have been doing. For instance, spanking a child will often stop the child from pulling the cat's tail or touching a hot stove. But the major reaction to the use of superior force is fear and that can result in either of two things: simple fear or anger. (They are very closely related in case you hadn't noticed.) When someone feels fear, they are sometimes in a better position to listen humbly, as in the case of a spanked child. The child, humble as they sometimes can be, just might think "Gee, I don't like getting spanked so maybe I should do what Mommy/Daddy tells me". In the scriptures it mentions that we should "show forth an increase of love lest he esteem thee to be his enemy". When you truly love someone, you aren't into just showing your superior force. You really want them to learn a little wisdom and change their behavior. They will eventually understand that.
However, when the reaction to force is anger, there is usually either a slow simmering resentment, or an immediate attempt to seek revenge, thereby escalating the behavior and/or redirecting it. You really can't hit a child while saying, "Don't hit!" It just doesn't make sense. So, I began to understand the Savior's emphasis on being understanding, patient, long-suffering, and forgiving. In other words, because there are as many versions of how to do things as there are people, and that's a LOT, how can we ever come to agreements? The Savior has admonished us to "be one" even as He and the Father are one. I really don't think we are expected to gradually morph into clones. We all have different personalities, strengths, weaknesses, talents, etc. That's a really good thing. Variety is the spice of life and it works to well when we all bring our different offerings to the table. So, how do we manage to get along, like the people of Enoch did in Zion and like the Savior wants us to?
Satan thought all of God's children should be coerced into compliance so that all could return to be with Heavenly Father again. (Then he wanted to credit for doing it.) But God was quite clear about wanting all of His children to have their own choice. We each get to choose what kind of individual we want to be. Because we make a lot of mistakes in the process of figuring out what works and what doesn't, we often end up regretting our choices. That's what the atonement is for. As long as we are truly sorry and don't just keep making the same mistakes (that's called repenting), we will be forgiven to the point that Heavenly Father will not even remember what we did wrong! I'm sure He actually remembers because He is omniscient after all, but He won't hold it against us as we try to improve. Those who totally insist on things being their way will end someone else's life to get the power, money, revenge, or whatever it is they want. They are what God calls "sons of perdition". He has said they will not be covered by the atonement. If they decide they want to, they will have to work out their own salvation, even if it takes eternity.
So, what I realized is that force really doesn't work well and God doesn't very often resort to it because He knows that. He wants to stand back and let us figure things out for ourselves, making our own choices. We sometimes cry because we feel we don't "deserve" the pain we're receiving. Sometimes that pain is the result of someone else's use of their freedom to choose, and sometimes it's simply the consequences of our own choice. That choice includes the choice before we were born to come to the earth and receive a body so we could experience mortality. Mortality includes opposition in ALL things: joy and sorrow, pleasure and pain, light and darkness. Can we ever manage to overcome the discouragement and frustration of improving ourselves and dealing with other imperfect beings? Can we ever truly change the "natural man" enough to live in peace and harmony with all of the other children of God who may have different ideas of how best to do things? Can we ever be forgiving enough to not hold grudges? Can we ever be patient enough to talk things out until we come to a consensus or compromise? God seems to think we are capable. But the change will have to occur inside us, not by any outside force or influence. It is our own choice to make.
Tuesday, August 20, 2013
Being alone
Having said that, I am also okay with being alone. When I was younger, my greatest fear was being alone. Even during my teenage years, I had nightmares about being left alone. I realize now that the fear I had stemmed from insecurities about myself, not knowing exactly who I was or even wanted to be. I'm not referring to being a teacher or ballerina. I mean, I wasn't sure what or who I believed in, whose example I wanted to follow, or what direction I wanted to go in my development. There are as many voices in the world to give advice as there are people. What a mess! But now I know that I need to have my own inner voice, guided occasionally by sought-out information from sources I have determined are to be trusted. I am better now at knowing when an "urge" I feel is one I want to follow, or to resist. I have learned that the urge to yell obscenities or get angry and throw things does NOT ultimately make me feel better. Therefore, that is an urge I seek to suppress no matter how irritated I may feel. I have learned that helping others or finishing a job, no matter how tired I feel or how unpleasant the task, makes me feel better afterwards for having done it. I have learned that I can't determine a worthy example to follow simply by appearance. You truly can NOT judge a book by its cover. There are some outwardly beautiful people who are pretty hollow or even scummy on the inside. On the other hand, there are some people who are wonderfully attractive inside and out (some of them I am fortunate enough to call family). I'm glad to be at a point in my life when I can feel more secure in who I am and what direction I want to continue going. I am no longer confused by all the voices in the world. I'm not afraid of being judgmental or bad, because I keep seeking knowledge about how to avoid that since that isn't the kind of person I want to be. I recognize that there are people in the world who are confused and they will often call evil good and good evil. I know now that the still, small voice within me will help me identify what is truly evil and what is truly good. I know people can be fairly decent in nature but still make bad choices that I don't want to make along with them. I just have to stay on the path I have chosen and let them make their own choices, too. I'm okay with who I am. And I know I am never absolutely alone. Especially when I continue to try to make good choices, I will always have a companion. I was given that companion when I chose to enter the waters of baptism and accepted the gift of the Holy Ghost from someone who had the authority to give it to me. I would rather be alone than to be amid contention. But I would rather be with others who are trying to be good than to be alone.
Thursday, August 08, 2013
Travel in New York
Recently Russ and I have been doing a considerable amount of traveling. Over mostly the months of June and July we covered nearly 14,000 miles, only 1650 of which were in an airplane. At the end of July we were driving along Seneca Lake in New York State, totally disobeying the GPS which wanted us to head way out of our way just so we could drive on a more major road. We are so glad we chose the road we took! It took us through several small towns with little businesses like "Vince and Ed's Auto Shop", an ice cream stand in every town, a hot dog stand advertising a daily special of "Garbage Plate $6". There were dozens of wineries, fields of grape vines, GREEN everywhere! There were roads like "Lower Farm Road" and "Upper Mountain Road" as we continued driving south along the Susquehanna River and through the Appalachian Mountains.
We made a stop for lunch in a little town at a local Oriental restaurant that offered a pretty small buffet but the food was prepared not knowing if they would have 2 or 12 or no patrons. As we walked in the door, a young Chinese girl in her early teens immediately got up from a table and came to greet us and sit us at a table. A woman, I'm guessing her mother, came out from the kitchen and spoke to her rapidly in Chinese and smiled at us. After pointing us to the plates for the buffet, the girl sat back down at her table with a younger boy, I'm guessing her brother. There were only 3 other customers in the place. One of them looked over at the boy's book and asked what he was reading. He apparently was very interested in archeology. The boy and girl spoke unaccented English but the mother spoke very little English. When I went in the ladies' rest room, the walls were decorated with pictures carefully drawn by children of dragons and flowers. When we were nearly done eating, a couple of people came in to look over the buffet and said they were checking it out before bringing in the rest of their group. They said they would be right back before stepping out the door and, sure enough, in just a few minutes a group of about 10 people of varying ages came tumbling in headed for the sparsely filled dishes in the buffet. The Chinese lady tried in her broken English to explain that more food was being prepared in the kitchen and would be out shortly. Russ and I both spoke up to tell them the food was good, hoping they wouldn't leave again. We were relieved when they opted to stay. America is really a wonderful place where an immigrant family with very little more than the willingness to work can manage to provide for their family. I hope no health dept. official ever goes in there and gives them a hard time for having the "children" participating in the family business. I'm sure that when school is in session, both of them attend. They will probably both some day earn more money than their parents ever will and they'll have great careers.
Russ and I enjoyed the beauty of the land and the feel of small-town America. We would return to live in New York State if it weren't for the moral and political atmosphere there. There are lots of good people there but there are also a lot of people who are either silent or in agreement with having "Big Brother" government that interfere with everyday life a little too much and "tolerance" in the form of accepting alternative philosophies to the extent that people with traditional moral standards on religion, sexual relations, marriage, family, chastity, and dressing modestly are considered prejudiced. I guess the tolerance only includes what some might call deviance. It spoils the beauty that would otherwise be there, kind of like a beautiful tree that's rotten in the core.
We made a stop for lunch in a little town at a local Oriental restaurant that offered a pretty small buffet but the food was prepared not knowing if they would have 2 or 12 or no patrons. As we walked in the door, a young Chinese girl in her early teens immediately got up from a table and came to greet us and sit us at a table. A woman, I'm guessing her mother, came out from the kitchen and spoke to her rapidly in Chinese and smiled at us. After pointing us to the plates for the buffet, the girl sat back down at her table with a younger boy, I'm guessing her brother. There were only 3 other customers in the place. One of them looked over at the boy's book and asked what he was reading. He apparently was very interested in archeology. The boy and girl spoke unaccented English but the mother spoke very little English. When I went in the ladies' rest room, the walls were decorated with pictures carefully drawn by children of dragons and flowers. When we were nearly done eating, a couple of people came in to look over the buffet and said they were checking it out before bringing in the rest of their group. They said they would be right back before stepping out the door and, sure enough, in just a few minutes a group of about 10 people of varying ages came tumbling in headed for the sparsely filled dishes in the buffet. The Chinese lady tried in her broken English to explain that more food was being prepared in the kitchen and would be out shortly. Russ and I both spoke up to tell them the food was good, hoping they wouldn't leave again. We were relieved when they opted to stay. America is really a wonderful place where an immigrant family with very little more than the willingness to work can manage to provide for their family. I hope no health dept. official ever goes in there and gives them a hard time for having the "children" participating in the family business. I'm sure that when school is in session, both of them attend. They will probably both some day earn more money than their parents ever will and they'll have great careers.
Russ and I enjoyed the beauty of the land and the feel of small-town America. We would return to live in New York State if it weren't for the moral and political atmosphere there. There are lots of good people there but there are also a lot of people who are either silent or in agreement with having "Big Brother" government that interfere with everyday life a little too much and "tolerance" in the form of accepting alternative philosophies to the extent that people with traditional moral standards on religion, sexual relations, marriage, family, chastity, and dressing modestly are considered prejudiced. I guess the tolerance only includes what some might call deviance. It spoils the beauty that would otherwise be there, kind of like a beautiful tree that's rotten in the core.
Thursday, June 20, 2013
Perspective
Picture a t-shirt. It's purple with lovely pink and blue flowers, green leaves and a hummingbird. I was given it as a gift and it became one of my best shirts to wear when I wanted to look nice. As I recently got it out of the dryer and folded it, I realized that I'm going to have to change my category for it. I have had it for a couple of decades. The neckline is fraying, there is a small hole in the belly area, and the once vibrant colors are fading. I will now wear it for exercising and working.
Sometimes we assign someone or something a category at a certain point in our life and forget that maybe it's time to change our perspective. I remember having not-too-pleasant thoughts about my mother when I was younger. I disagreed with her on so many fronts, I just didn't see how I could have an eternal relationship with her or even desire to spend eternity with her. As I prayed to find peace about how to unconditionally love my mother, and her eccentricities, I received an answer that has caused me to see so many things with a different perspective. I needed to "allow her to change". For all of us, change comes a little at a time and sometimes takes awhile. It's fun for young children to have someone they haven't seen in a long time comment on how "grown up" they look. Or it's nice when someone has been exercising and dieting to have someone who hasn't seen them in awhile compliment them on how good they're looking. We don't always clearly see our own changes- good ones or bad ones. We can be startled to see a picture or video of ourselves from decades earlier and compare it to what we see in the mirror today. What we can't see is our character.
I want to be a pleasant, helpful, forgiving person. I try to emulate what I learn about the nature of Jesus Christ. I know I have a long way to go. There are people in my life that have chosen that same journey. We are all advancing at different rates. Sometimes we may plateau for awhile or even backslide a little bit. But I like to know that a loving Heavenly Father and a self-sacrificing Elder Brother look at my potential, my eternal worth. They may shake their heads occasionally as they see me do something foolish or even destructive, but they continue to cheer me on. I want to keep adjusting my perspective so I can maintain a focus that allows people, including myself, to change. My skin may be sagging and wrinkling and my energy fading, but I still have value. In fact, I'm even more comfortable now than when I was younger. I don't have to be showy for special occasions.
So I try to be willing to see others with a fresh perspective occasionally so I can allow them to change as I hope they will allow me to do. I just hope we can be working at being a better version of ourselves, not just worn out.
Sometimes we assign someone or something a category at a certain point in our life and forget that maybe it's time to change our perspective. I remember having not-too-pleasant thoughts about my mother when I was younger. I disagreed with her on so many fronts, I just didn't see how I could have an eternal relationship with her or even desire to spend eternity with her. As I prayed to find peace about how to unconditionally love my mother, and her eccentricities, I received an answer that has caused me to see so many things with a different perspective. I needed to "allow her to change". For all of us, change comes a little at a time and sometimes takes awhile. It's fun for young children to have someone they haven't seen in a long time comment on how "grown up" they look. Or it's nice when someone has been exercising and dieting to have someone who hasn't seen them in awhile compliment them on how good they're looking. We don't always clearly see our own changes- good ones or bad ones. We can be startled to see a picture or video of ourselves from decades earlier and compare it to what we see in the mirror today. What we can't see is our character.
I want to be a pleasant, helpful, forgiving person. I try to emulate what I learn about the nature of Jesus Christ. I know I have a long way to go. There are people in my life that have chosen that same journey. We are all advancing at different rates. Sometimes we may plateau for awhile or even backslide a little bit. But I like to know that a loving Heavenly Father and a self-sacrificing Elder Brother look at my potential, my eternal worth. They may shake their heads occasionally as they see me do something foolish or even destructive, but they continue to cheer me on. I want to keep adjusting my perspective so I can maintain a focus that allows people, including myself, to change. My skin may be sagging and wrinkling and my energy fading, but I still have value. In fact, I'm even more comfortable now than when I was younger. I don't have to be showy for special occasions.
So I try to be willing to see others with a fresh perspective occasionally so I can allow them to change as I hope they will allow me to do. I just hope we can be working at being a better version of ourselves, not just worn out.
Sunday, June 16, 2013
Unto whom much is given
I am a "Christian" by choice. I have read, studied, pondered, and prayed about religions and religious concepts. Along with personal experiences I have had, the information I have considered has caused me to feel that I would prefer to follow the example of Jesus Christ and accept the doctrine of His atoning sacrifice. The other choices are simply not appealing nor logical to me. I believe that every human being has the right to choose for themselves, even if they don't agree with what I choose to believe. Sometimes people can get hung up on semantics like what a sin is or who God is and what we should call Him. I don't think that's nearly as important as reaching out to know who He is. Since He doesn't communicate by cell phone or computer, we must take the time and make the effort to read His messages to us (that comes through prophets- but not everybody recognizes the same prophets, hmmmm) as well as prayer. When I was younger, I thought prayer was basically a one-way conversation where I could tell God what I was grateful for, praise Him in my childish and primitive way, and ask Him for whatever I felt I needed. But, why would a God just want His followers (or children) to join in a cacophony of pleas and praises? Is He so vain He just wants to hear countless expressions that reaffirm His superiority? I don't think so. Nearly everybody acknowledges that God has some expectations and when we don't live up to them, it's called sin. He is not pleased when we sin. So, how do we know if we are sinning? Would God be so unfair as to punish us for doing bad things that we didn't know were bad or even neglecting to do things He wanted us to do when we weren't aware that He wanted us to? I don't think so.
So, how can we, in all fairness, know who the "real" prophets of God are or what God expects of us? Would God not give us access to that information? From what I have been able to gather, most religious beliefs (not including radical or hateful ones) include some form of loving, being kind, and helping others. I think God wants us to know Him but He's not going to force Himself on anyone. I think we all get to choose to identify our heroes. We all get to set our own goals. We all get to make whatever level of effort we decide is worth whatever we want to achieve or receive.
When my children were young in my home, I gradually expected more of them as they grew older, had more experience, and were taught more. That seemed fair. A ten-year old should be able to pick up a roomful of toys without help better than a two-year old. A twelve-year old should be more averse to telling lies than a 6-year old. I think that same principle applies to God's children. In the scriptures (words of those I believe to be prophets) it says that much is expected of those to whom much is given. It also says that God wants to give His children ALL that He has. It also says, "Lay not up for yourselves treasures where moth and rust doth corrupt." So, what is it we're after? We get to choose. But if we want what God would give us, we have to be willing to accept whatever covenant obligations require of us. We can't say we want God to love us and take care of us and help us or give things to us then ignore everything He says to us. Just like with children, the more responsible we are, the more responsibilities and privileges He can give us. It's not about whether He likes us or not. He wants us ALL to be happy. We are the ones who choose what that means. You wouldn't give a child who loves horses a book on sharks. You wouldn't prevent a child who loves gardening the chance to work in the garden.
We need to really ponder what kind of people we want to be. It doesn't matter whether you choose to be a doctor or an accountant or have 2 kids or no kids or live in a city or on an island. Those things are just unimportant details of how we spend our years as mortal beings. What matters is whether you want to be the kind of person who would be comfortable in the company of those who are loving, forgiving, helpful, and honest- ALWAYS. If we feel totally justified in telling occasional lies or being mean to some people who we feel have been mean to us or prefer to sit on the couch watching others work, we wouldn't feel comfortable living with the kind of expectations a God would have for us. He isn't there to be our servant, responding to whatever whims we may have as we bump along doing our own thing totally ignoring Him until we want Him. There is a plan for more than the birth to death Earth life of each person. We each get to choose how we want our plan to unfold. We have already started on that choice.
So, how can we, in all fairness, know who the "real" prophets of God are or what God expects of us? Would God not give us access to that information? From what I have been able to gather, most religious beliefs (not including radical or hateful ones) include some form of loving, being kind, and helping others. I think God wants us to know Him but He's not going to force Himself on anyone. I think we all get to choose to identify our heroes. We all get to set our own goals. We all get to make whatever level of effort we decide is worth whatever we want to achieve or receive.
When my children were young in my home, I gradually expected more of them as they grew older, had more experience, and were taught more. That seemed fair. A ten-year old should be able to pick up a roomful of toys without help better than a two-year old. A twelve-year old should be more averse to telling lies than a 6-year old. I think that same principle applies to God's children. In the scriptures (words of those I believe to be prophets) it says that much is expected of those to whom much is given. It also says that God wants to give His children ALL that He has. It also says, "Lay not up for yourselves treasures where moth and rust doth corrupt." So, what is it we're after? We get to choose. But if we want what God would give us, we have to be willing to accept whatever covenant obligations require of us. We can't say we want God to love us and take care of us and help us or give things to us then ignore everything He says to us. Just like with children, the more responsible we are, the more responsibilities and privileges He can give us. It's not about whether He likes us or not. He wants us ALL to be happy. We are the ones who choose what that means. You wouldn't give a child who loves horses a book on sharks. You wouldn't prevent a child who loves gardening the chance to work in the garden.
We need to really ponder what kind of people we want to be. It doesn't matter whether you choose to be a doctor or an accountant or have 2 kids or no kids or live in a city or on an island. Those things are just unimportant details of how we spend our years as mortal beings. What matters is whether you want to be the kind of person who would be comfortable in the company of those who are loving, forgiving, helpful, and honest- ALWAYS. If we feel totally justified in telling occasional lies or being mean to some people who we feel have been mean to us or prefer to sit on the couch watching others work, we wouldn't feel comfortable living with the kind of expectations a God would have for us. He isn't there to be our servant, responding to whatever whims we may have as we bump along doing our own thing totally ignoring Him until we want Him. There is a plan for more than the birth to death Earth life of each person. We each get to choose how we want our plan to unfold. We have already started on that choice.
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