California's Proposition 8

A quote by Elder Neal A. Maxwell given at a BYU devotional in 1978.

"Make no mistake about it, brothers and sisters, in the months and years ahead, events are likely to require each member to decide whether or not he will follow the First Presidency. Members will find it more difficult to halt longerbetween two opinions. President Marion G. Romney said, many years ago, that he had 'never hesitated to follow the counsel of the Authorities of the Church even though it crossed my social, professional or political life.' This is hard doctrine, but it is particularly vital doctrine in a society which is becoming more wicked. In short, brothers and sisters, not being ashamed of the gospel of Jesus Christ includes not being ashamed of the prophets of JesusChrist. . . . Your discipleship may see the time when such religious convictions are discounted. . . . This new irreligious imperialism seeks to disallow certain opinions simply because those opinions grow out of religious convictions. Resistance to abortion will be seen as primitive. Concern over the institution of the family will be viewed as untrendy and unenlightened.... Before the ultimate victory of the forces of righteousness, some skirmishes will be lost. Even in these, however, let us leave a record so that the choices are clear, letting others do as they will in the face of prophetic counsel. There will also be times, happily, when a minor defeat seems probable, but others will step forward, having been rallied to rightness by what we do. We will know the joy, on occasion, of having awakened a slumbering majority of the decent people of all races and creeds which was, till then, unconscious of itself. Jesus said that when the fig trees put forth their leaves, 'summer is nigh.' Thus warned that summer is upon us, let us not then complain of the heat."

I am so grateful for modern-day prophets and apostles.

Learning

Today I spoke with a customer who wanted information about her husband's account. She spelled his name out for me, but I did not find anything in the system under his name. She spelled it again, and I spelled it back to her a few times. She said I had it correct. She was very frustrated with me for not being able to find it. I was frustrated with her for refusing to give me more information. I guess she was suspicious about giving out the necessary credit card number when it should have been easy for me to otherwise find his account. Finally, we realize I was missing a T from the spelling of his name, and I found all the information she was looking for. From the way she had been a little curt with me and I with her, I was expecting the rest of the conversation to continue the same way. For a little bit, it did. However, by the end of the call, she was thanking me and telling me how kind I was. I was suspicious of her praise. It occurred to me as I was hanging up the phone that she was being genuine. It was I who had not yet forgiven.

I have encountered this a lot in my job. I am often not as kind or accommodating as I usually am if a customer has put me off in some way. However, the Spanish customers especially seem to forget all about any uncomfortable feelings by the end of the call. I, on the other hand, like to go gripe about them to my husband when I get off of work a few hours later. It struck me tonight that I need to be better about forgiving. I am only hurting myself by holding on to any rancor I might feel towards customers or other people in my life. This lady really taught me something tonight. I hope I can be more like her.

Fellowship

We attended our new ward for the first time yesterday. We loved it. The people there were so kind and welcoming. It didn't feel strange at all to be in a new place. There are TONS of couples in our same stage - most of them with just one baby. There are already two ward activities planned for this week. It all makes me feel very sad. We are looking forward to the next 6 weeks in this ward, but we are sad that it has to end so soon. After we move back to our old ward, things won't be as great. We were there for a year and a half and still didn't feel as welcome as we did yesterday. This just reinforces the importance of fellowship - even towards other members. I think our old ward was just very established so it was hard to break into the clique. Plus, everyone was related to each other! It made us not even want to go to church. Here, we look forward to it. What a difference a few smiles and hellos can make.

Tithing

I have a strong testimony of tithing. It is something that I never regret paying. I guess I don't even think about it, really... in fact, I consider it something we need to do to be financially stable. As a missionary, however, it often embarassed me to bring up tithing to investigators. It was one of the last principles they learned about before they were baptized. I sort of felt like it was "the catch." You know, like you hear a GREAT offer on TV or see it online and you get all excited but then you're like "What's the catch?" And there always is one. Yes, you can get 4 Disney movies for just $1!!! (all you have to do is buy 6 more at $19.95 each over the course of the next two years...) Anyway, we would explain to investigators that The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints was Jesus Christ's church restored to the earth. We would share the Book of Mormon with them and they would feel the Spirit. They received answers to their prayers. Their families became stronger. They made friends and felt good at church. YES!! They wanted to be baptized! OF COURSE!! "There's just one little thing... you need to promise to give us 10% of your income for the rest of your life..." It always surprised me that people didn't get offended and think it was a trick to get their money all along. I guess they must have been more faithful than I gave them credit for. I mean, I knew that I had a testimony of tithing, but it was almost like THEY had a testimony of tithing too... before they even paid it for the first time.

I guess I needn't have worried. Most of the people we taught had already attended a different church before. Malachi 3:10 talks about tithing very clearly. "Bring ye all the tithes into the storehouse, that there may be meat in mine house, and prove me now herewith, saith the Lord of hosts, if I will not open you the windows of heaven, and pour you out a blessing, that there shall not be room enough to receive it." God isn't so much asking His children to make a sacrifice as He is testing their faith so that He can bless them in abundance. Another missionary taught me a teaching trick that I have used and loved ever since. We would find out what the investigator's favorite candy was the lesson before the lesson on tithing. Let's say it was M&Ms. We would go buy a big bag of M&Ms and bring it to the next lesson with us. Once there, we would count out ten M&Ms, give them to the investigator, and then put the bag away. The investigator was always pleasantly surprised by this. Then, we would ask for an M&M back. The investigator always gave it back to us quite willingly. After all, we were the people who gave it to him in the first place. Plus, he still had 9 more - no big deal. After he would give us back that one M&M, we would open the bag again and pour out the whole thing into his hands. We explained that this example is a lot like tithing. God gives us everything we have. He just asks that we have the faith to give him back one small tenth of our increase. After doing so, the blessings are abundant. He will "pour us out a blessing" just like we poured out the M&Ms.

I have a few personal experiences with the law of tithing that have solidified my testimony of it. I will share just one of them here. One time, as I was getting my things in order in preparation for leaving the country, I realized that I couldn't find my passport. I was supposed to leave in a week or two and became very panicky about it. I searched EVERYWHERE for that thing. I shed a lot of tears and said a lot of prayers about the issue. One Sunday, shortly before I was supposed to leave, it occured to me that I hadn't paid my tithing in a while. I had been keeping track of how much I owed, but I hadn't written the check. I felt impressed that if I would pay my tithing, the Lord would bless me and help me find my passport. So, I wrote the check and gave it to the bishop that day. Not even an hour after church was over, my roommate got a phone call from her dad. Guess what? Yup. He had my passport. He didn't even know that I was looking for it, but he had come across it IN HIS SOCK DRAWER and had called to let us know. Yes, you read that right. My passport was in my roommate's father's SOCK drawer. How it got there, I doubt I will ever know. What I do know is that I certainly wouldn't have ever found it on my own. But, the Lord had promised me a blessing if I paid my tithing, and He was the only one who knew where to find it. So, the passport was mailed to me and I was on my way.

My husband and I have been discussing our financial future a lot lately. We've been trying to figure out where we want to live, what kind of job he wants, how much money we can comfortably live off of, etc. I am probably one of the most paranoid people I know. I worry about EVERYTHING. I worry that the ceiling fan is going to fall and hit my daughter. I worry that if I don't kiss my husband goodbye one day, it will surely be the last time I see him. I even worry that when I kill a spider, his friends will come back for revenge. But, I don't worry about our financial future. I know these are probably some of the BIGGEST most IMPORTANT decisions we will face in our lives. For some reason, I'm not worried. I know that if we pay our tithing, it will be okay! We might not be rich, but we will be provided for. I really believe that. Everything that has ever happened in my financial history has taught me that is true. What a great principle that is! Instead of worrying that our friends and neighbors with whom we share the gospel are not able to afford paying tithing, we should ask ourselves how they can afford NOT to. The Lord is bound when we do what He says (D&C 82:10). If we want to have overflowing blessings, we just need to return a meager 10% of what He gave us in the first place.

The Gift of Tongues

I have to confess something. I don't think I am a naturally spiritual person. I have a testimony and I strive to keep the commandments, but my "spiritual experiences" are somewhat rare. The handful of times that I have REALLY felt the Spirit manifest something to me are too precious to post up on a public blog. I know I felt impressed to start this blog the other day, so I find myself wondering what exactly I am supposed to put on it! At first I was frustrated, but now I am beginning to like it. It forces me to look for the spiritual in everyday things. Yesterday at church, I forced myself to pay attention and listen to what the Spirit had to teach me rather than allowing myself to be distracted by keeping my little girl out of other people's diaper bags. (Of course, I did that too...) Anyway, this post will be about what I learned from my newfound concentration.

We live in a student ward which means that a lot of people haven't been off of their missions for very long. Several people in testimony meeting talked about their experiences with foreign languages and several of them still use their language at their current jobs. Then again in Sunday School, and also in Relief Society, the topic of learning a foreign language was brought up as one of the most difficult things that people have had to deal with in their lives. It struck me that I couldn't relate to that comparison.

In high school, my best friend's father was one of the Spanish teachers. She and I both enrolled in Spanish One as Freshmen and did so well with his teaching method that we were bumped up to Spanish Two halfway through the year. My Sophomore year, I took Spanish Three and had a crummy teacher that I didn't learn anything from. I had the same teacher Junior year for Spanish Four. My original enthusiasm for the language was long gone when I took the Spanish AP test at the end of my Junior year. I passed the test and considered myself finished with the language.

My Sophomore year of college when I was 19, my same best friend found out about a service opportunity in El Salvador with an organization called HELP International. She was so excited about it and convinced me to go with her. I remember putting that I was at an "intermediate" level of Spanish on my application for the trip. When we got there, I realized that there was nothing intermediate about my Spanish at all. Sure, I could carry on a brief conversation, but most of the people we worked with were uneducated and used thick accents with lots of slang. I found safety in only talking with the other Americans in our group or asking somebody to translate for me. After being there for a couple of months, that started to not be enough for me. I had grown such a respect and love for the people that I had encountered that I just wanted to be able to TALK to them. I wanted to know them and understand them better. I was so frustrated with myself for not having taken Spanish seriously before I went down there. The remaining two months of the trip loomed before me and I felt like it would never be enough time to learn an entire foreign language and then use it to get to know the people like I wanted to. It was because of this frustration and disappointment with myself that I asked one of the young men on the trip for a priesthood blessing of comfort.

I don't remember much of what was said in that blessing, but I specifically remember the words "gift of tongues" being used. After the blessing, I learned Spanish. It didn't come all at once the next morning, but it came VERY QUICKLY. There was a 10-year-old, chubby little Salvadorian boy named Sebastian that befriended me and was incredibly patient with my shortcomings. I talked with him all day long as we worked and he explained the words that I didn't understand. It's hard to describe, but I was just like a sponge... there was no effort involved in soaking up all the things I learned. In fact, most of the vocabulary I now know, I can tell you the first time I heard the word. I would hear it and it would stick. By the time I left that country, I spoke Spanish.

When my friend and I got back from the trip, we heard of an opportunity to live in the BYU Foreign Language Student Residence (FLSR). You sign a contract that you will only speak the target language while you are in the apartment. You eat meals with other apartments 5 nights a week where you also have to speak the target language. We decided to try it out. It was the BEST ward and complex I have ever been a part of. It was so fun that, after being away for a semester in cheaper housing, I decided it was worth it to go back for one more semester. In order to live in the FLSR, you have to be taking at least one class in the target language. So, when I found out I had to have an education minor in order to be a Health Education major, Spanish Ed seemed the natural choice. Shortly thereafter, I was called on a Spanish-speaking mission to NYC.

Since learning Spanish, I had often felt that there was a reason it came to me so easily. Perhaps the Lord knew that I was lazy but He also knew that He needed me to speak it. So, He gave it to me. I know it is not that way for a lot of people, but it was that way for me. When I got my mission call, I assumed that the reason I was given the language was so that I could be a more effective missionary. Indeed, I spoke better Spanish as a greenie than most of the other missionaries going home. I know it made me a lot more effective than most foreign-speaking missionaries are their first few months.

When I got home from my mission, I assumed that I would lose a lot of my language skills since I had already fulfilled the purpose the Lord had in giving them to me. I finished my Spanish Education minor and graduated. Shortly after graduation, when I was no longer taking Spanish classes, Jason came home with the ad from the paper about the job with JetBlue. Surprisingly, they specifically needed Spanish speakers. Today, I speak Spanish daily for hours on end. I have often been mistaken as a native speaker. I don't speak perfectly, but I speak well and my accent is good. Yesterday in church, it occured to me that perhaps the Lord's purpose in giving me the language has not yet been fulfilled.

Ever since being in El Salvador, opportunities to keep up my skills have fallen into my lap with minimal effort on my part.When I am complimented on my Spanish, I feel slightly guilty saying thanks. I know I don't really deserve the praise. I have a testimony that the Lord does indeed work miracles on the earth today. Often, the miracles are to bless us. I have personally been blessed exponentially from my ability to communicate effectively in another language. Also, the miracles are often to help us bless others. The Spirit whispered to me in Church yesterday that I wasn't through blessing other people through my language skills. That's why I still use them on a daily basis. (It's not just because the Lord wanted me to be able to earn the extra 75 cents an hour for being billingual.) I have had this thought before, but it stood out to me yesterday because I was looking for it. I am so excited to see what the Lord has in store for me and my family. We can be tools in His hands if we are willing. I hope to be a profitable servant and fulfill the purpose the Lord had in giving me the incredible gift of tongues.

Elder Ballard's Talk

Tonight, Jason and I read Elder Ballard's talk in the July 2008 Ensign about the great power of the internet to influence people. He urges us to use this "new media" to share our testimonies with others, encourage other Church members in their righteous efforts, and proclaim the basic truths of the restored gospel. I'm not sure exactly how this blog will work, or how often I will have things I want to post here, but I wanted to add my testimony to the thousands of others trying to do good. I might have a very small circle of influence, but like Elder Ballard says, everybody's voices joined together can make a big difference. Feel free to join me in positive discussion of the good news - Christ's Church IS on the Earth again!! If you'd like, I can even add you as an author of this blog, or you can comment as much as you'd like. I hope we can all strengthen each other and, perhaps, convince others to join us in our celebration.