I looked around at the surrounding darkness and was again amazed at the power of nature’s storms. I had planned to ponder and feel the spirit of the Temple, but my attention was turned to watching the storm move across the sky.
Elder Wihongi was just far enough ahead of me that he was already through the roundabout as I entered it. When I came out of the curve onto Moohan Street towards our flat, Elder Wihongi was out of site and the car was swerving back to the center of the road. My heart beat quickened, as the fear that they had hit my companion, gripped me.
The lesson I have learned from the death of a good friend is this: You do not know what tomorrow may bring. Do not let pride get in the way of doing what is right. Friendship is one of the greatest gifts we can give and receive. True happiness comes from making others happy. We must have faith, hope, and charity--and the greatest of these is charity. A portion of the true love of the Savior is expressed in friendship.
However, the inner peace of the Savior does not stop the storms around us for we know and expect the world to ripen for destruction “as in the days of Noah.” But just as the Salt Lake Temple withstood the power of a tornado with little damage, so the peace of the Savior can help us withstand the wickedness of the world with minor injuries.
One of the requirements for this class was to process a collection (a box full of unsorted stuff) and get it ready for the archives. In class, on the day the assignments were handed out, A. J. asked if I had a project yet. No, was my unenthusiastic answer. He then pushed a box full of stuff on the table in front of him over to me to process—a box full of papers, letters, etc. of a James Foster Scott.
A week or so later, I gave an assignment that needed to be done in class. Jacob was sitting there as usual as I walked around the room giving help where needed. I stopped at Jacob’s desk. He was just staring straight ahead and not doing a thing. “Jacob,” I said, “Jacob, where are you?” He slowly turned and looked at me. “Not here,” was his reply. “
aul simply states the basic principles of the gospel: Faith in Christ, repentance, baptism, laying on of hands for the gift of the Holy Ghost, and the understanding that all with be resurrected from the dead and experience an eternal judgment of our lives. As we accept the gospel of Christ, we must lay aside the dead works, understand the role of Christ in our salvation and exaltation, and do “living works” in Christ.
It was not a typical summer day in beautiful Waitara, New Zealand. It was just before Christmas, and it was unusually cold and wet. As missionaries, we were not looking forward to going out into the pouring rain and hoping someone would let two soaking wet young men into their clean, dry home. Elder Bill Johnson and I did our usual morning routine and then wondered what to do with all the rain. We decided to make cookies---or biscuits as they are known in New Zealand. Not just any biscuits, but chocolate chip biscuits.
I said to her, “I understand you had a dream with me in it. I would like to know about it, as it might help me in some way.” She replied, “It was nothing; it couldn’t be true.” When I asked why, she stated, “It couldn’t be true. Who would put Weet-Bix in a toilet!” I was stunned! The Lord knew I had put Weet-Bix in a toilet!
The months previous to the garden dedication found a gentle older man traveling the Nauvoo area giving a lecture of the life of Emma Smith. Erwin E. Wirkus was President of the Iowa Des Moines Mission, of which Nauvoo was a geographical part. His entitled his lecture, “Judge Me Dear Reader,” which also was the title of a small booklet he authored.
While my worship is saved for the Savior, I have great respect for the man who was known as Brother Joseph. As a teen, the challenge of “being perfect” as the Savior and Father in Heaven are perfect seemed impossible. And though I knew my ultimate goal was to be like Jesus, my reality was to simply try to live as Joseph. To be like him seemed possible to a young teenage boy finding his own place in the world.
On a recent visit to the Mount Timpanogos Temple, I became aware of the many different people attending that day. There were several young people who were attending the temple for the first time. There were many who appeared, from their age, to have attended the temple for many years, including the elderly gentleman who sat next to me. The session was nearly full, and all had come for a purpose and a reason.