Saturday, August 13, 2011

Marks of a Man

 Shortly after becoming a missionary, a friend of mine game this story to me.  

Marks Of A Man
As I jumped on board my flight from Miami to Salt Lake City, I paused for a moment to catch my breath. Seated near the front of the plane was an excited young man, probably 19, sitting with his parents. His hair was short and his clothes new and sharp. His suit was fitted perfectly and his black shoes still retained that store bought shine. His body was in good shape, his face clear, and his hands clean. In his eyes I could see a nervous look, and his movements were that of an actor on opening night.
He was obviously flying to Utah to become a missionary for the Mormon Church. I smiled as I walked by and took pride in belonging to this same Church where these young men and women voluntarily serve the Savior for two years. With this special feeling, I continued to the back where my seat was located.
As I sat in my seat, I looked to the right and to my surprise, saw another missionary sleeping in the window seat. His hair was also short, but that was the only similarity between the two. This one was obviously returning home, and I could tell at a glance what type of missionary he had been.
The fact that he was already asleep told me a lot. His entire body seemed to let out a big sigh. It looked as if this was the first time in two years he had even slept, and I wouldn't be surprised if it was. As I looked at his face, I could see the heavy bags under his eyes, the chapped lips, and the scarred and sunburned face caused by the fierce Florida sun.
His suit was tattered and worn. A few of the seams were coming apart, and I noticed that there were a couple of tears that had been hand-sewn with a very sloppy stitch.
I saw the nametag, crooked, scratched and bearing the name of the Church he represented, the engraving of which was almost all worn away. I saw the knee of his pants, worn and white, the result of many hours of humble prayer.
A tear came to my eye as I saw the things that really told me what kind of missionary he had been. I saw the marks that made this boy, a man. His feet - the two that had carried him from house to house, now lay there swollen and tired. They were covered by a pair of worn-out shoes. Many of the large scrapes and gouges had been filled in by the countless number of polishings.
His books - laying across his lap were his scriptures, the word of God. Once new, these books which testify of Jesus Christ and His mission, were now torn, bent, and ragged from use.
His hands - those big, strong hands, which had been used to bless and teach, were now scarred and cut from knocking at doors.
Those were indeed the marks of that man. And as I looked at him, I saw the marks of another man, the Savior, as he was hanging on the cross for the sins of the world.
His feet - those that had once carried him throughout the land during his ministry, were now nailed to the cross.
His side - now pierced with a spear. Sealing his gospel, his testimony with his life.
His hands - the hands that had been used to ordain his servants and bless the sick were also scarred with the nails that were pounded to hang him on the cross.
Those were the marks of that great man.
As my mind returned to the missionary, my whole body seemed to swell with pride and joy, because I knew, by looking at him, that he had served his Master well.
My joy was so great, I felt like running to the front of the plane, grabbing that new, young missionary, and bringing him back to see what he can become, what he can do.
But would he see the things that I saw, could anyone see the things I saw? Or would he just see the outward appearance of that mighty elder, tired and worn out, almost dead.
As we landed, I reached over and tapped him to wake him up. As he awoke, it seemed like new life was entering his body. His whole frame just seemed to fill as he stood up, tall and proud. As he turned his face towards mine, I saw a light about his face that I had never seen before. I looked into his eyes. Those eyes, I will never forget those eyes. They were the eyes of a prophet, a leader, a follower, and a servant. They were the eyes of the Savior. No words were spoken. No words were needed.
As we unloaded, I stepped aside to let him go first. I watched as he walked, slow but steady, tired but strong. I followed him and found myself walking the way that he did. When I came through the doors, I saw this young man in the arms of his parents, and I couldn't hold it any longer.
With tears streaming down my face, I watched these loving parents greet their son who had been away for a short time. And I wondered if our parents in Heaven would greet us the same way. Will they wrap their arms around us and welcome us home from our journey on earth? I believe they will. I just hope that I can be worthy enough to receive such praise, as I'm sure this missionary will.
I said a silent prayer, thanking the Lord for missionaries like this young man. I don't think I will ever forget the joy and happiness he brought me that day.
David Bryan Wiser?

Saturday, July 23, 2011

The Book of Mormon: An Introduction

Many people have heard about the Book of Mormon, but have never read it.  Members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints believe it to be another Testament of Jesus Christ, just as the Old and New Testaments found in the Bible. 

If you haven't read it, I say read it.  I love its simple message of Christ and our Heavenly Father's dealings with the ancient Americas.  I love the feeling I get when reading:  peace, and joy. 

At the end of the Book of Mormon, a prophet named Moroni gives a promise found in Moroni Chapter 10, verses 3-5, "Behold, I would exhort you that when ye shall read these things, if it be wisdom in God that ye should read them, that ye would remember how amerciful the Lord hath been unto the children of men, from the creation of Adam even down until the time that ye shall receive these things, and bponder it in your chearts
 And when ye shall receive these things, I would exhort you that ye would aask God, the Eternal Father, in the name of Christ, if these things are not btrue; and if ye shall ask with a csincere heart, with dreal intent, having efaith in Christ, he will fmanifest the gtruth of it unto you, by the power of the Holy Ghost.
And by the power of the Holy Ghost ye may aknow the btruth of all things.

I have done this.  I know the Book of Mormon is true.  I know God has once again revealed new scripture to help us in mortality.  Please read the Book of Mormon, and pray about it.  I know if you ask with a sincere heart, asking in the name of Christ,  having an intent on acting on your answer, you will be given an answer it is true.   I can't say the answer will come immediately, but I do know it will come in a time and in a way that will be the most growth for you personally. 

When you have questions about the Book of Mormon, you can request a visit from the missionaries, who can answer questions you have:

Request a missionary visit

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Elizabeth's Important Choice

When Terri, and her mother Elizabeth  moved to Pryor, Montana they had no idea of some of the wonderful things they would get to experience.  They quickly met Mary and Pete   They met the Johnsons, and the Jorden family, and many others who quickly became friends. 

Not long after their friendships began the native Pryor residents shared their strong beliefs in Jesus Christ. 

Terri was especially impressed and decided to accept an invitation to go to  church.  They are members of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints.

After about 3 months Terri chose to be baptized and confirmed into the church.  Terri's life began to change as she experienced new feelings.  Despite being different than she had felt before, her feelings were comforting, pleasent, and peaceful. 
She began to see herself changing in many positive ways.  Her feelings had influenced her so much that Elizabeth began to notice a happiness that she had not seen in her daughter before.  When she questioned Terri about it, Terri responded she felt that way since she joined the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. 
Despite being not very religious, Elizabeth began to go to church with Terri.  After church one Sunday Elizabeth was waiting in the hall while Terri participated in choir practice.
Missionaries teach messages about Christ 
Soon two young "boys" by name of "Elder Dearborn" and "Elder Lewis" came and spoke with Elizabeth.  She knew who these "boys" were.  Of course, they were the missionaries.

Later, Elizabeth shared her experience meeting the missionaries.  She felt like they were kind and respectful.  She then asked if they could share some messages of Christ with her. 
To her expectation the messages of the missionaries made sense to her and gave a feeling of peace. 

                                                                          Elizabeth agreed to baptism.  On Saturday, March 12, 2011 Elizabeth was baptized by Brother Jorden.

She now enjoyes the same peace that her daughter Terri enjoys, being a little more unified.

 If you were to ask Elizabeth about her baptism, she would say, "It was the best choice I ever made." 

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Tuesday, June 28, 2011

The Ripples

Every one has seen ripples.  These rings start small and grow forever, until something stops them.
What ripples will you start?

Saturday, June 18, 2011

Father's Day

A Dad is a pretty special person. Dads spend time with their children, work hard to help support a family, teach,  instruct, protect, and many more things. 

I have got to say, My Dad is the greatest Dad in the world!!

My Dad has been patient with me.

My Dad took me camping in the woods to help me receive the Eagle Scout Award.

My Dad taught me how to manage money.

My Dad taught me to love my Mom.

My Dad taught me to work hard.

My Dad taught me to not procrastinate.

My Dad found time to spend with me.

My Dad helped me with my home while in school.

There are many things I admire about you Dad, So Have a happy Father's Day!!

Thursday, June 9, 2011

Navigating a steady course.

As you might be able to tell I am an airplane fanatic!!  I love everything about them.  I have found that there are many life lessons that can be found by observing these incredible machines!!

Many times our lives are rather frantic.  There simply isn't always time, or the resources to get everything in all at once.  Check out this talk which, I feel is a good analogy about airplanes, and our lives.

Thursday, June 2, 2011

Nails in a Fence

I don't know who wrote this, but I like it because of its message.

bad temper - boy with hammer
There once was a little boy who had a bad temper. His father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, he must hammer a nail into the back of the fence. The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. Over the next few weeks, as he learned to control his anger, the number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down. He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.
Finally the day came when the boy didn't lose his temper at all. He told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper. The days passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.
The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence. He said, "You have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one. You can put a knife in a man and draw it out. It won't matter how many times you say I'm sorry, the wound is still there.

I feel that if control ourselves we will find more happiness in our lives.  God has given us the ability to choose for ourselves.  President Monson of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints said that there are three "R"s of Choice.
1st.  The Right of Choice
2nd The Responsibility of Choice                                                               
3rd   The Results of Choice
See President Monson's talk on the "Three Rs of Choice."
We all have the right to choose, as Heavenly Father's children.  With this right we must be willing to accept the consequences, whether they be for good, or for bad.  The results will come, and much like this youngster we may not be able to fully change the results of our choices.