Friday, June 24, 2011
The Dependable Pen
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
This...Book...Is...True!!!
You can learn about anything on the Internet now. By reading this blog you might have learned a little bit about the Book of Mormon. But you can not know it is true for yourself without putting it to the test. To know for yourself, you must read the Book of Mormon, and then if you "...ask with a sincere heart, with real intent, having faith in Christ, he will manifest the truth of it unto you, by the power of the Holy Ghost" (Moroni 10:4). I challenge all who have ever heard anything about the Book of Mormon to not take any one's word for it. Find out for yourself. God will tell you the truth. He can not lie.
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
WaRnInGs!
We've had some pretty crazy weather coming through Montana lately. For instance, last night we had some pretty impressive clouds, wind, and lightning. It was pretty amazing.
It was also very obvious. I think you would have to be blind, deaf, and pretty much a vegetable to not see these weather phenomenons around us. But even though they are present, we still receive warnings from the news stations on the television and radio letting us know that they are here and that there is potential danger.
Sometimes we hear about the people who heard the sirens go off, saw the warnings, had ample time to get to shelter or out of harms way, but didn't. When I hear this I think to myself, "What in the world were they doing?" I think this is how Heavenly Father feels when he sends us so many different kinds of warnings and news updates, and we shrug them off. Next thing you know we're in harms way, or we've dug ourselves a pretty big hole that we need help getting out of. If we would have read those warnings (the scriptures) and heeded the news anchor's (the prophets) message, we could have been safe! It seems too simple doesn't it. Alma 37:44 reads "For behold, it is as easy to give heed to the word of Christ, which will point to you a straight course to eternal bliss, as it was for our fathers to give heed to this compass, which would point unto them a straight course to the promised land." We have everything we need to prepare and be led to safety, happiness, and eternal life.
Saturday, May 7, 2011
Will You Answer?

Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Echo
'Twas a sheep not a lamb that strayed away
In the parable Jesus told,
A grown up sheep that had gone astray
From the ninety and nine in the fold.
Out on the hillside, out in the cold,
'Twas a sheep the Good Shepherd sought
And back to the flock, safe into the fold
'Twas a sheep the Good Shepherd brought.
And why for the sheep should we earnestly long
And as earnestly hope and pray?
Because there is danger if they go wrong
They will lead the lambs astray.
For the lambs will follow the sheep, you know,
Wherever the sheep may stray
When the sheep go wrong it will not be long
Til the lambs are as wrong as they.
And so with the sheep we earnestly plead
For the sake of the lambs today
If a sheep is lost, what a terrible cost
Some lamb will have to pay.
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Merge Your Account
I read in a book titled "Believing Christ" about the process of becoming perfect. Well guess what, no one on this earth is perfect! Not your mom (although very close), your spouse, your bishop, or even the prophet. Jesus Christ is the only perfect person to walk the earth. We beat ourselves up trying to become perfect, but what we don't realize is that it's not us that does the perfecting. It's our Savior, Jesus Christ. We have to turn ourselves over to him. What's ours is his, and what's his is mine. My will, my sins, my imperfections, my heart, all of that is his. Perfection and the kingdom of God are mine. But we must merge our accounts for any of this to happen. Think of it as a checking account. I'm awful with money, anyone who knows me can tell you that. So let's say I'm in the negative, not too much of a far stretch. Well Christ is always in the positive. His assets are limitless, while I'm full of liabilities. So without him, I'm in trouble. But once I merge my account with his and take His name upon myself, my "account" is immediately in the positive. I am perfect. So perfection in our sense doesn't mean without sin, but it's what's in our heart. Do we thirst for righteousness? That is all we can do. And what do we do when we are thirsty? We go get a drink! So let's drink up the Gospel and go about bringing forth much righteousness!
Thursday, March 17, 2011
What are your anchor points?

Saturday, March 5, 2011
Unselfish Service
Service is not about what we get from it, but what we give to others. The Savior was the perfect example of unselfish service. May we duplicate his example and give to those around us. Not just our friends and family and those close to us, but also to the stranger in the grocery store who drops something, and even a a simple act of holding the door open for someone. These are things that should come as instinct in a true disciple of Christ. Let us try to be THAT disciple.
Saturday, February 26, 2011
This is kind of a long poem, but it is so good. My brother sent it to me a year ago. He ran track and cross country and so he could relate. I love how inspiring and thought provoking this poem is. It's called "The Race" and it's written by D. H. Groberg. Enjoy...
They all lined up so full of hope, each thought to win that race
or tie for first, or if not that, at least take second place.
Their parents watched from off the side, each cheering for their son,
and each boy hoped to show his folks that he would be the one.
But as he speeded down the field and crossed a shallow dip,
the little boy who thought he’d win, lost his step and slipped.
Trying hard to catch himself, his arms flew everyplace,
and midst the laughter of the crowd he fell flat on his face.
He quickly rose, no damage done, behind a bit that’s all,
and ran with all his mind and might to make up for his fall.
So anxious to restore himself, to catch up and to win,
his mind went faster than his legs. He slipped and fell again.
He wished that he had quit before with only one disgrace.
“I’m hopeless as a runner now, I shouldn’t try to race.”
So he jumped up to try again, ten yards behind the last.
“If I’m to gain those yards,” he thought, “I’ve got to run real fast!”
Exceeding everything he had, he regained eight, then ten...
but trying hard to catch the lead, he slipped and fell again.

So, up he rose to run once more, refusing to forfeit,
and he resolved that win or lose, at least he wouldn’t quit.
So far behind the others now, the most he’d ever been,
still he gave it all he had and ran like he could win.
Three times he’d fallen stumbling, three times he rose again.
Too far behind to hope to win, he still ran to the end.
But, when the fallen youngster crossed the line, in last place,
the crowd gave him a greater cheer for finishing the race.
And even though he came in last with head bowed low, unproud,
you would have thought he’d won the race, to listen to the crowd.
And to his dad he sadly said, “I didn’t do so well.”
“To me, you won,” his father said. “You rose each time you fell.”
For all of life is like that race, with ups and downs and all.
And all you have to do to win is rise each time you fall.
And when depression and despair shout loudly in my face,
another voice within me says, “Get up and win that race!”
Whenever I start to hang my head in front of failure’s face,
my downward fall is broken by the memory of a race.
A children’s race, young boys, young men; how I remember well,
excitement sure, but also fear, it wasn’t hard to tell.
my downward fall is broken by the memory of a race.
A children’s race, young boys, young men; how I remember well,
excitement sure, but also fear, it wasn’t hard to tell.
They all lined up so full of hope, each thought to win that race
or tie for first, or if not that, at least take second place.
Their parents watched from off the side, each cheering for their son,
and each boy hoped to show his folks that he would be the one.
The whistle blew and off they flew, like chariots of fire,
to win, to be the hero there, was each young boy’s desire.
One boy in particular, whose dad was in the crowd,
was running in the lead and thought “My dad will be so proud.”
to win, to be the hero there, was each young boy’s desire.
One boy in particular, whose dad was in the crowd,
was running in the lead and thought “My dad will be so proud.”
But as he speeded down the field and crossed a shallow dip,
the little boy who thought he’d win, lost his step and slipped.
Trying hard to catch himself, his arms flew everyplace,
and midst the laughter of the crowd he fell flat on his face.
As he fell, his hope fell too; he couldn’t win it now.
Humiliated, he just wished to disappear somehow.
Humiliated, he just wished to disappear somehow.
But as he fell his dad stood up and showed his anxious face,
which to the boy so clearly said, “Get up and win that race!”
which to the boy so clearly said, “Get up and win that race!”
He quickly rose, no damage done, behind a bit that’s all,
and ran with all his mind and might to make up for his fall.
So anxious to restore himself, to catch up and to win,
his mind went faster than his legs. He slipped and fell again.
He wished that he had quit before with only one disgrace.
“I’m hopeless as a runner now, I shouldn’t try to race.”
But through the laughing crowd he searched and found his father’s face
with a steady look that said again, “Get up and win that race!”
with a steady look that said again, “Get up and win that race!”
So he jumped up to try again, ten yards behind the last.
“If I’m to gain those yards,” he thought, “I’ve got to run real fast!”
Exceeding everything he had, he regained eight, then ten...
but trying hard to catch the lead, he slipped and fell again.
Defeat! He lay there silently. A tear dropped from his eye.
“There’s no sense running anymore! Three strikes I’m out! Why try?
I’ve lost, so what’s the use?” he thought. “I’ll live with my disgrace.”
But then he thought about his dad, who soon he’d have to face.
“There’s no sense running anymore! Three strikes I’m out! Why try?
I’ve lost, so what’s the use?” he thought. “I’ll live with my disgrace.”
But then he thought about his dad, who soon he’d have to face.
“Get up,” an echo sounded low, “you haven’t lost at all,
for all you have to do to win is rise each time you fall.
Get up!” the echo urged him on, “Get up and take your place!
You were not meant for failure here! Get up and win that race!”
for all you have to do to win is rise each time you fall.
Get up!” the echo urged him on, “Get up and take your place!
You were not meant for failure here! Get up and win that race!”
So, up he rose to run once more, refusing to forfeit,
and he resolved that win or lose, at least he wouldn’t quit.
So far behind the others now, the most he’d ever been,
still he gave it all he had and ran like he could win.
Three times he’d fallen stumbling, three times he rose again.
Too far behind to hope to win, he still ran to the end.
They cheered another boy who crossed the line and won first place,
head high and proud and happy -- no falling, no disgrace.
head high and proud and happy -- no falling, no disgrace.
But, when the fallen youngster crossed the line, in last place,
the crowd gave him a greater cheer for finishing the race.
And even though he came in last with head bowed low, unproud,
you would have thought he’d won the race, to listen to the crowd.
And to his dad he sadly said, “I didn’t do so well.”
“To me, you won,” his father said. “You rose each time you fell.”
And now when things seem dark and bleak and difficult to face,
the memory of that little boy helps me in my own race.
the memory of that little boy helps me in my own race.
For all of life is like that race, with ups and downs and all.
And all you have to do to win is rise each time you fall.
And when depression and despair shout loudly in my face,
another voice within me says, “Get up and win that race!”
Friday, February 4, 2011
Sin and Adversity

Thursday, January 20, 2011
You Decide Your Future
So many people are afraid of the future in these latter days, but there is no reason to be afraid. If you are afraid, it is because you do not have faith in yourself. You, and only you, decide what will happen in the future. We have been given the great gift of agency, this is what allows people to make their own choices. They may choose to harm you or someone you know in any way, but only you choose how you will react and what you will take and learn from that experience. So, in all actuality, you decide your future. An article in the January 2011 Ensign titled "Make Yours A Great Life" by Elder Paul V. Johnson couldn't explain this topic any better.
"Your future is not determined by the conditions around you. It is determined by your faith, your choices, and your efforts. Yes, you live in challenging times, but so did Mary, Moroni, and Joseph Smith. You don’t have to be carried along in the current of the times. The Lord can and will help you set your own course. The challenges you face will serve to strengthen you as you move forward with your life. Each of you has a bright future, a future you cannot now fully comprehend....People who go to work with faith, knowing the Lord will bless them if they do what’s right, are the ones with a bright future. The title of the last conference address given by Elder Joseph B. Wirthlin of the Quorum of the Twelve, (1917–2008) explained how these people handle challenges: “Come What May, and Love It.” Elder Wirthlin said: “If we approach adversities wisely, our hardest times can be times of greatest growth, which in turn can lead toward times of greatest happiness.”

Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Love your trials
Thanksgiving '09 I heard someone bear a testimony that will stick with me forever. This individual said, "I am so grateful for my trials and tribulations." This statement startled me and caught me off guard to say the least. I had never heard someone say that they loved trials. Why on earth would you say that? Sure, I know we have to have them and everything, but that doesn't mean I like them. I thought about what he said. I know there are many people that are a lot worse off than I am or have been, but I have been through a lot. Granted, most of it was all self inflicted, I put myself through a lot of grief and pain. I came to realize why this person said they loved trials when I came across this scripture today in Romans 5:3-4, "...but we glory in tribulations also: knowing that tribulation worketh patience; And patience, experience; and experience, hope:". Because of the things that I've experienced in my life, I am able to have hope. Hope in a better tomorrow. Hope that someone is there to listen to my problems and succor me. That someone is our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. The world is not over when a life changing event happens, or when our chips are down. Look at it as an opportunity to learn something. God is teaching us something, and it's up to us if we are going to figure out what it is. I love the ability to grow and learn, no matter how it may come about.
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