Sunday, March 31, 2013

The Greatest Love Story of All


Taken from a Relief Society lesson I delievered on Easter morning (3.31.13)


The Atonement

I wanted to make it clear how personal the Atonement is, how uniquely suited to individual needs, inadequacies, and struggles. I could talk forever about how Jesus Christ atoned for the sins of the whole human family, but until I understand that Jesus Christ atoned for ME, I don’t begin to understand the Atonement. I want each of you sisters to know that He loves each one of you every bit as much as He loved the children, women and men of his time and place, and that just as He ministered to them one by one, so He does to us. MY name is graven on His hands. And yours is, too.

We access the Atonement through repentance. When we repent, the Lord allows us to put the mistakes of the past behind us.

“Behold, he who has repented of his sins, the same is forgiven, and I, the Lord, remember them no more.
“By this ye may know if a man repenteth of his sins―behold, he will confess them and forsake them.”

Each of us knows a person who has had serious challenges in his or her life―someone who has wandered or wavered. That person could be a friend or relative, a parent or child, a husband or wife. That person may even be you.

The miracle of the Atonement is for all – every person – even every child of God.

The plan of salvation could not be brought about without an atonement. Therefore God himself atoneth for the sins of the world, to bring about the plan of mercy, to appease the demands of justice, that God might be a perfect, just God, and a merciful God also.”

The atoning sacrifice had to be carried out by the sinless Son of God, for fallen man could not atone for his own sins. The Atonement had to be infinite and eternal―to cover all men throughout all eternity.

Among all the facts of mortality, none is so certain as its end. Death comes to all.  It is our “universal heritage”  It may come in infancy or youth or in the prime of one’s life or even as the effects of age have come to rest upon one’s head.  No matter the cause of death, it inevitably represents a painful loss of association and, particularly in the young, a crushing blow to dreams unrealized, ambitions unfulfilled, and hopes vanquished.

What mortal being, faced with the loss of a loved one or, indeed, standing himself or herself on the threshold of infinity, has not pondered what lies beyond the veil?

Centuries ago, Job who had been blessed with every material gift, only to find himself sorely afflicted by all that can befall a human being, sat with his companions and asked the timeless question, “If a man die, shall he live again?”  Job spoke what every other living man or woman has pondered.

This glorious Easter morning I’d like to consider Job’s question—“If a man die, shall he live again?”

To understand the meaning of death, we must appreciate the purpose of life. We know that we lived before our birth into mortality. In our premortal state, we were doubtless among the sons and daughters of God who shouted for joy because of the opportunity to come to this challenging yet necessary mortal existence.  We knew that our purpose was to gain a physical body, to overcome trials, and to prove that we would keep the commandments of God. Our Father knew that because of the nature of mortality, we would be tempted, would sin, and we would fall short. So that we might have every chance of success, He provided a Savior, who would suffer and die for us. Not only would He atone for our sins, but as a part of that Atonement, He would also overcome the physical death to which we would be subject because of the Fall of Adam.

Thus, more than 2,000 years ago, Christ, our Savior, was born to mortal life in a stable in Bethlehem. The long-foretold Messiah had come.

No mere mortal can conceive the full import of what Christ did for us in Gethsemane. He Himself later described the experience: “[The] suffering caused myself, even God, the greatest of all, to tremble because of pain, and to bleed at every pore, and to suffer both body and spirit.”


CHRIST’S JOURNEY TO HIS DEATH

Let us now learn of the loneliest journey ever made and the unending blessings it brought to all in the human family. I speak of the Savior’s solitary task of shouldering alone the burden of our salvation.

We know from scripture that Jesus’ arrival in Jerusalem on the Sunday preceding Passover was a great public moment. But eagerness to continue walking with Him would quickly begin to wane.

This was a telling time among those who knew Jesus more personally. The most difficult to understand in this group is Judas Iscariot. We know the divine plan required Jesus to be crucified, but it is wrenching to think that one of His special witnesses who sat at His feet, heard Him pray, watched Him heal, and felt His touch could betray Him and all that He was for 30 pieces of silver. We are not the ones to judge Judas’s fate, but Jesus said of His betrayer, “Good [were it] for that man if he had not been born.”

Of course others among the believers had their difficult moments as well. Following the Last Supper, Jesus left Peter, James, and John to wait while He ventured into the Garden of Gethsemane alone. Falling on His face in prayer, “sorrowful … unto death,” the record says, His sweat came as great drops of blood as He pled with the Father to let this crushing, brutal cup pass from Him. But, of course, it could not pass. Returning from such anguished prayer, He found His three chief disciples asleep, prompting Him to ask, “Could ye not watch with me one hour?”  So it happens two more times until on His third return He says compassionately, “Sleep on now, and take your rest,” though there would be no rest for Him.

Later, after Jesus’s arrest and appearance at trial, Peter, accused of knowing Jesus and being one of His confidants, denies that accusation not once but three times. We don’t know all that was going on here, nor do we know of protective counsel which the Savior may have given to His Apostles privately, but we do know Jesus was aware that even these precious ones would not stand with Him in the end, and He had warned Peter accordingly. Then, with the crowing of the cock, “the Lord turned, and looked upon Peter. And Peter remembered the word of the Lord. … And [he] went out, and wept bitterly.”

Thus, of divine necessity, the supporting circle around Jesus gets smaller and smaller and smaller, giving significance to Matthew’s words: “All the disciples [left] him, and fled.”  Peter stayed near enough to be recognized and confronted. John stood at the foot of the cross with Jesus’s mother. Especially and always the blessed women in the Savior’s life stayed as close to Him as they could. But essentially His lonely journey back to His Father continued without comfort or companionship.

Following the agony of Gethsemane, now drained of strength, He was seized by rough, crude hands and taken before Annas, Caiaphas, Pilate, and Herod. He was accused and cursed. Vicious blows further weakened His pain-racked body. Blood ran down His face as a cruel crown fashioned of sharp thorns was forced onto His head, piercing His brow. And then once again He was taken to Pilate, who gave in to the cries of the angry mob: “Crucify him, crucify him.”

He was scourged with a whip into whose multiple leather strands sharp metals and bones were woven. Rising from the cruelty of the scourge, with stumbling steps He carried His own cross until He could go no farther and another shouldered the burden for Him.

Finally, on a hill called Calvary, while helpless followers looked on, His wounded body was nailed to a cross. Mercilessly He was mocked and cursed and derided. And yet He cried out, “Father, forgive them; for they know not what they do.”

It is important to understand that the majority of the Atonement occurred in the Garden of Gethsemane, however it was sealed on the cross at Calvary.

Now I speak very carefully, even reverently, of what may have been the most difficult moment in all of this solitary journey to Atonement. I speak of those final moments for which Jesus must have been prepared intellectually and physically but which He may not have fully anticipated emotionally and spiritually—that concluding descent into the paralyzing despair of divine withdrawal when He cries in ultimate loneliness, “My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?”

With all the conviction of my soul I add my testimony to the apostles that a perfect Father did not forsake His Son in that hour. Indeed, it is my personal belief that in all of Christ’s mortal ministry the Father may never have been closer to His Son than in these agonizing final moments of suffering. Nevertheless, so that the supreme sacrifice of His Son might be as complete as it was voluntary and solitary, the Father briefly withdrew from Jesus the comfort of His Spirit, the support of His personal presence. It was required.  It was central to the significance of the Atonement, that this perfect Son who had never spoken ill nor done wrong nor touched an unclean thing had to know how the rest of humankind—us, all of us—would feel when we did commit such sins. For His Atonement to be infinite and eternal, He had to feel what it was like to die not only physically but spiritually, to sense what it was like to have the divine Spirit withdraw, leaving one feeling totally, abjectly, hopelessly alone.

But Jesus held on. He pressed on. The goodness in Him allowed faith to triumph even in a state of complete anguish. The trust He lived by told Him in spite of His feelings that divine compassion is never absent, that God is always faithful, that He never flees nor fails us. When the utmost price had then been paid, when Christ’s determination to be faithful was obvious and invincible, finally and mercifully, it was “finished.”  Against all odds and with none to help or uphold Him, Jesus of Nazareth, the living Son of the living God, restored physical life over death.   With faith in the God He knew was there, He could say in triumph, “Father, into thy hands I commend my spirit.”


This song has always helped me to comprehend better the depth of Christ's sacrifice and I feel the Spirit each time I listen to it.  


DEPTH OF THE ATONEMENT

Not only did He pay the price for the sins of all men, but He also took “upon him the pains and the sicknesses of his people.” And He took “upon him their infirmities, that his bowels may be filled with mercy, … that he may know according to the flesh how to succor his people according to their infirmities.”

The Savior felt the weight of the anguish of all mankind―the anguish of sin and of sorrow. “Surely he has borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows.”

Through His Atonement, He heals not only the transgressor, but He also heals the innocent who suffer because of those transgressions. As the innocent exercise faith in the Savior and in His Atonement and forgive the transgressor, they too can be healed.

There are times when each of us needs “relief from feelings of guilt that come from mistakes and sins.” As we repent, the Savior removes the guilt from our souls.

Through His atoning sacrifice, our sins are remitted. With the exception of sons of perdition, the Atonement is available to everyone all the time, no matter how large or small the sin, “on conditions of repentance.”
Because of His infinite love, Jesus Christ invites us to repent so that we will not have to suffer the full weight of our own sins:

“Repent—repent, lest … your sufferings be sore—how sore you know not, how exquisite you know not, yea, how hard to bear you know not.
“For behold, I, God, have suffered these things for all, that they might not suffer if they would repent;
“But if they would not repent they must suffer even as I;
“Which suffering caused myself, even God, the greatest of all, to tremble because of pain, and to bleed at every pore, and to suffer both body and spirit.”

When we sin, Satan tells us we are lost. In contrast, our Redeemer offers redemption to all—no matter what we have done wrong—even to you and to me.

As you consider your own life, are there things that you need to change? Have you made mistakes that still need to be corrected?

If you are suffering from feelings of guilt or remorse, bitterness or anger, or loss of faith, I invite you to seek relief. Repent and forsake your sins. Then, in prayer, ask God for forgiveness. Seek forgiveness from those you have wronged. Forgive those who have wronged you. Forgive yourself.


HIS RESURRECTION

At the last moment, the Master could have turned back. But He did not. He passed beneath all things that He might save all things. His lifeless body was hurriedly but gently placed in a borrowed tomb.

Now some of the greatest words ever uttered in all of our mortal humanity are those spoken by the angel to the weeping Mary Magdalene and the other Mary when, on the first day of the week, they approached the tomb to care for the body of their Lord.  Spoke the angel:

“Why seek ye the living among the dead?   
“He is not here, but is risen.”


Our Savior lived again. The most glorious, comforting, and reassuring of all events of human history had taken place—the victory over death. The pain and agony of Gethsemane and Calvary had been wiped away. The salvation of mankind had been secured.  His atonement in Gethsemane, his death upon the cross AND his resurrection after death now make eternal life possible for all of us. 

The empty tomb that first Easter morning was the answer to Job’s question, “If a man die, shall he live again?” The answer is “Yes!  He shall live again!” “For as in Adam all die, even so in Christ shall all be made alive.”

MEANING OF IT ALL

Sisters, one of the great consolations of this Easter season is that because Jesus walked such a long, lonely path utterly alone, we do not have to do so. His solitary journey brought great company for our pathways in life—the merciful care of our Father in Heaven, the unfailing companionship of this Beloved Son, the consummate gift of the Holy Ghost, angels in heaven, family members on both sides of the veil, prophets and apostles, teachers, leaders, friends. All of these and more have been given as companions for our mortal journey because of the Atonement of Jesus Christ and the Restoration of His gospel. Trumpeted from the summit of Calvary is the truth that we will never be left alone nor unaided, even if sometimes we may feel that we are. Truly the Redeemer of us all said: “I will not leave you comfortless: [My Father and] I will come to you [and abide with you].”

As we are made clean through the power of His Atonement, the Savior becomes our advocate with the Father.  And this is where it made sense to me, as I pictured the Savior standing at the throne of our Father in Heaven, referring to me, pleading:

“Father, behold the sufferings and death of him who did no sin, in whom thou wast well pleased; behold the blood of thy Son which was shed, the blood of him whom thou gavest that thyself might be glorified;
“Wherefore, Father, spare [Shayla] that believe[s] on my name, that [she] may come unto me and have everlasting life.

When I add in my own name here, then I become aware of the power of the Atonement for ME!

Each of us has been given the gift of moral agency. “Men are free … to choose liberty and eternal life, through the great Mediator of all men, or to choose captivity and death, according to the … power of the devil.”

Choose liberty.  Choose eternal life.  Choose to repent and give meaning to our Savior’s sacrifice.  We are not alone.

This Easter week and always, may we stand by Jesus Christ “at all times and in all things, and in all places that [we] may be in, even until death,” for surely that is how He stood by us when it was unto death and when He had to stand entirely and utterly alone.

In the name of Jesus Christ, amen.




Thursday, March 28, 2013

I Will Go, I Will Do

Being a mother is tough stuff!  There are many joys and there are many, many heartaches.  There is this constant feeling that you are not doing enough and are making more mistakes than strides.  Sigh.  It’s enough to break my heart. 

I have been weak this past week.  It’s been a hard week.  I rarely let on to others where my struggles are in any given moment.  I try to be constantly moving forward and upward.  But even that takes its toll. 

Almost one year ago, I decided that I needed to spend more time with my children.  I wasn’t exactly sure why, but I felt that I needed to be more present in their lives and that my own life needed a boost by being with my children.  Well, that decision certainly has been an amusement park ride!  There have been highs and lows and even lowers and some stall outs and some stops and some giggles.  Amidst it all I have NEVER questioned the inspiration I received to be at home more with my children.  NEVER.  I did wonder, however, if my choice for my career was as inspired (working from home).  I know that it is, but there are times, like this past week, where I begin to wonder. 

Deflated.  That would be the word that I felt this week.  I feel like I should be more, be doing more, be a better mother, network more, smile more, dance more, exercise more, clean more, write more, study more, cuddle more, and overall make life MORE uplifting, joyous and fun for my kids and family.  And guess what?  The only thing that really happened was I was MORE deflated.  Life with my kids seems to take away from my studies (my schoolwork).  Life with my schoolwork takes away from my kids and family.  All of this takes away from my writing.  My writing takes away from my housework and exercise.  All of this takes away from my overall happiness.  Sigh!!!  Things were so bad that my husband wondered if he should have come home from work to help me with the kids (as this is Spring Break week).  I mean, I was in a terrible place.  LOTS of tears were falling*. (luckily they were all mine…for now)

I realized that I have had the wonderful opportunity to see where I am going and see what I am meant, designed and created to be!  And yet, I am not quite there.  I am on the path, but my footsteps are timid at times. Trepid movements toward something more.  Sometimes I get scared.  Scared that I misunderstood the inspiration.  Scared that I am not really supposed to be so successful.  Scared that I am being selfish.  Scared that no one will care.  *it’s easy to see the DEFLATION process in effect here* 

And then I realize, “oh that cunning plan of the devil”…to tempt me with doubt!  Sometimes that is all he can do – tempt us to doubt ourselves.  He knows how magnificent we are to be.  He knows that we are already stronger because we are here!  So he leaves us doubting.  Are we good enough?  What if no one cares?  If you do this, then you’ll be less-than for your family, or your school work, or less of a person.  Well, to him I say, “you don’t even have a face! So…I’ll thank you to get outta mine.”  Okay, I don’t really say that, but isn’t that the truth?  He has none of what we have.  None of it.  Including a face!  He has no family.  No inspiration. Hope. Dreams.  Testimony.  Faith.  All he has is the worst job in the world… “to bring the children of God down to hell.”   Well, I will not let him take me.  I was given specific inspiration so that I would know what I am supposed to do for my family and for myself. I know that the pathway that I am on, while still CHALLENGING, is the right pathway.  If this is my knowledge, brought to me by the inspiration of the Holy Ghost, why then am I walking with timid steps towards what I know will be success?  Fear does settle in sometimes, but fear has no place where there is hope and faith in the Lord Jesus Christ.  I know who I am.  I know God’s Plan.  I know that He has a plan for me and I was privileged to witness just a piece of it.  Therefore, I will go and do the things that the Lord has commanded me because I know the Lord gives no commandments except He shall prepare a way that they may be accomplished.  Boy, it is awesome when you can apply the scriptures to your life!

So, here I am.  Ready, willing and able to do better and to be more.  Not more than anyone else, but more than I am now because I know that I am blessed and was sent here to do many wonderful and great things!  Off I go!


*I should note that in that moment, described above, when I was in that “terrible” place, I could only eek out a very weak plea to my Father in Heaven to “help me”.  I was so low and so deflated that I didn’t even know what would help me.  But I testify that almost immediately after uttering my plea, I felt lifted up.  I felt just enough energy to get through the tasks for the day without much upset or tears.  I felt that if I kept moving I would be okay.  I did not have the energy or desire to do a single thing that morning, but I was able to do all the housework that I felt looming over my head for three days.  I was still weak and I still needed to work through some things and manage my time and tasks better, but in the very moment when I was at my lowest point and all my heart could do was plea to my Father in Heaven, HE WAS THERE!  I will never doubt his love for me.  He is ever present in my life, especially when I invite Him in.

Tuesday, March 19, 2013

A Stray Dog



On Sunday, my boys went for a bike ride around the block.  We thought it would be a good little jaunt for them to get their wiggles out since we just had an hour-and-a-half home teaching visit (another member of our church came over to visit with us and share an inspirational message).  So, off they went…3 handsome boys.  Of course, upon their return I noticed an additional member of the group.  A dog.  A stray dog.  My boys were all excited, “Mom, we found a dog and he likes us!”  I was attempting to get in a short nap, but that was not to happen.  So I got up and went to our garage and I thought I would see a small scrawny little stray that I could easily determine would not stay with us and the issue would be over.  Nope.  This dog was big, well-fed and adorable.  He enjoyed the attention, as well.  I was happy to see that my sons had already set out a bowl of water and dog food for him.  Soon, I learned that they had named him.  Roscoe.  He hadn’t been with us more than 20 minutes and the boys gave him a name.  Cute!



 Right away, I could tell he was definitely someone's dog.  He had no collar but he was very well-fed and well-behaved.  We later learned that he knew a few commands, like “sit” and “shake”.  Well, I told my sons that we had to do our “due diligence” and at least look for the owner.  They groaned, but complied.  My husband took him in his car with a couple of the boys and they drove him around the neighborhood asking people if they knew the dog or an owner who was missing their dog.  No takers.  The boys were happy. 

It should be noted that we have two other dogs (Sandy and Ringo).  They were born and raised right here on our property and so they get a little territorial.  So, we had to find a place for Roscoe to stay for the night. The garage had Roscoe’s name on it.  We chained the back door to the garage so Ringo and Sandy couldn’t open it and we propped open the garage door to give Roscoe fresh air.  I, of course, worried about the night and if he needed light.  Apparently, I was the only one who didn’t know dogs didn’t need light at night.  Good to know.  I prepared my boys for the possibility of needing to clean up a mess in the garage in the morning because I was 100% sure that I would not be doing it.  They all agreed. 

In the morning, my son went in to the garage from the inside (Family Room) to get his bike out to take to school.  There was Roscoe, happy as ever.  My other boys did the same thing in the morning and he gave them a tail-wagging hello.  I was nervous, of course, being home all day with a dog cooped up in the garage, but he was sweet and hardly barked.  I was growing a teensy bit attached to him. 

I made a simple flyer to post around the neighborhood and noted on it to "please call - my children are getting attached".  I told the boys that we would need to get him scanned for an identification microchip, just in case.  Again they groaned, but I said we have to help him go home if we can.  So, I called a nearby pet hospital, got the information and said we’d be down later in the evening.  When my husband got home from work, they did a dog swap.  They brought Sandy and Ringo into the Family Room and to the garage while at the same time moving Roscoe out of the garage and into the back yard.  We thought Roscoe would want to stretch his legs.  He did, but mostly wanted to empty his bladder.  Which he did.  For a really looooong time.  It was then that I knew that he was domesticated because he didn’t do any ‘business’ in the garage because to him that was considered ‘inside’, but once he was outside.  Well, let freedom ring is all I can say.  Eventually, of course, they took Roscoe into the Pet Hospital.  I could tell now that everyone was attached to him, including my husband who was going to pay for him to have a bath, and my 2 year-old daughter.  I think I remained the only realist. 

When they came home from the Pet Hospital the verdict was that he had no microchip.  They boys were happy.  So was my husband…kind of.  I told the boys that if we keep him, even for a couple of weeks until we find the owner, we have to try to acclimate him to our other dogs and that would require splitting the backyard in half and building a fence with chicken wire to keep them separate.  It would be a lot of work.  They didn’t care.  They wanted to keep Roscoe.  


They next morning, the same routine, only this time, the boys got up early to take him on a walk before school.  That’s a better incentive than scripture reading, apparently :)  Afterschool, I have never seen my kids ride home faster.  My 2nd and 3rd sons who are in the 8th and 4th grade get out of school before my oldest who is in high school, so they came home first.  They came in to say ‘hi’ to me and then asked if they could walk the dog.  I said ‘sure’ and gave them some reminders including how to pick up the dog’s ‘business’ if needed.  Although grossed out a little, they agreed and left.  5 minutes later they returned.  “What happened?” I asked.  Daniel, my 13 year old said, “The owner saw us and we gave her the dog.”  I was shocked.  I was also surprised that they didn’t have her come down to talk to me.  Then I heard my 10 year old come in, throw down the leash and start crying.  Aww, poor kid.  His heart was broken.  I did my best to comfort him, letting him know that I understand it is sad and that he really wanted to keep Roscoe.  I didn’t try to get him focused on anything else, I just let him grieve. 

15 minutes later, my older son arrived home.  He is 15.  I told him what had happened with Roscoe.  Tears formed in his eyes.  He lamented not being able to say goodbye.  Another broken heart. 

I sent a message to my husband to tell him what had happened.  I explained to him what my son had told me about the owner and what she had said.  Here is my husband’s response:
Lady was probably a liar and a thief of the lowest caliber. We should've chipped him ourselves and then we could reclaim him from this tawdry woman's clutches.

Now, I do not know why, but his response makes me laugh every time I read it.  He clearly was attached, as well.  Another heart impacted. 

So here we sit, without this stray dog that so seamlessly impacted our family.  The kids were happier, eager to get up in the morning and my husband even had a brightened perspective.  All because of a dog.  I wonder why that is.  How did a dog that we only had for 2 ½ days have such an impact on my family?  What was it that this dog offered them that made them such better off?  I am not a fan, necessarily of dogs, but this one I liked.  This one I would have kept.  Even I, the great “keep that dog over there” dictator, was willing to allow the dog into our family.  Why?

The answer is easy.  Unconditional love.  This dog did not know us from any other strange family on the streets it roamed.  But what it found were 3 regular kids, 1 adult-sized kid and 1 adorable little princess who fawned all over him.  In return, he wagged his tail, sat quietly by them as they lifted weights, allowed them to take him on walks, and drank from the bowl of water they had given him and he NEVER once growled at them, charged them or barked.  It was unconditional love that was freely given to all, including to Roscoe.  



This then, must be what it is like when we accept the unconditional love from others, including our Father in Heaven and when we give it to those around us.  It is a happier, tail-wagging existence.  To me, that is one of the great purposes of our life – to have joy and to be happy.  Seems like the recipe is clear.

Currently, the boys are working on a plan to save money to adopt a dog from the SPCA later this summer.  I’ll keep you posted!



ps: apparently his real name is Jake, but he will always be "Roscoe" to us