To My Wife

Dear Wife,

      Today I went to Tim and Brea's wedding reception. It was great! I wish you could have been there. You would have googled over her dress and would have been impressed with how nice they made that cold chapel look.  You know they meet through Tim's mom? She thought they would be great together, she couldn't have been more right!
     I thought about you the whole ride home. It really made the hour dive fly by! I'm really sorry that we can't be together right now. Sometimes I want nothing more then to be with you, I hope you feel the same. I'm sure that you understand why we are not. I guess the Lord has some more training for me. I've got a few character wrinkles to iron out and I need to be able to support you. So please be patient while your knight is shining his armor. I know that you deserve the best so that is what I am trying to be.
     Sometimes I have moments when I can see and have a small taste of what it will be like to be with you forever. It's really hard to describe for me. It's a bit like the joy of Christmas, combined with the excitement of spring, the summer evening feel, the calm of autumn, and the peaceful feeling of falling snow. I'm sure you understand the feeling I am trying to describe. I'm a bit awkward at these things. The last few times I've gone home I can feel your absence. Kind of weird isn't it? But that should be expected when your life is not complete.
     Please be patient with me. I'm trying and the Lord is really helping me but I can't tell you when we will be together. Only He knows that and He has decided to keep it a secret. I'm in no rush though because however long it takes I'm sure eternity with you will be worth it.

     Well I need to go to a party that Dan Hales has invited me to. Who knows, maybe you'll be there!!

Faithfully Yours,

Brighton

PS I hope that you also are preparing for this great day so that our union will be equally sweet for the two of us.

Measure of a Real Man

     One of the conference talks that really stood out to me was Elder Christofferson's talk from priesthood session. He entitled it 'Brethren, We Have Work to Do', an appropriate title given the contents. He proceeded to lay out everything that was wrong with the 21st century man and contrast it to the men of God that we are all to be. At one point he quotes an author who describes how boys walk into class wearing baggy trousers with an overall slouched appearance and a lame excuse while the girls on the other hand would come in with their day planners asking for law school recommendations. I've had that image running through my mind over and over again since I heard that talk and I feel somewhat disgusted. I'm disgusted that this is the image used to represent the men of my generation. Boys rather. This has motivated me to be determined not to be that kind of person that would contribute to that stereotype. In fact I am determined to be an exemplary man, a real man. I'll have you know mom that since I made this commitment I have made my bed every morning right after I get out of it, and I've kept my room clean. Elder Christofferson also points out that the media's portrayal and the expectations of men to day are not what the Lord would have them be. Men today it seems are expected to be pleasure seeker, fickle, insensitive, dim, lazy, and materialistic, which is ok as long as they stay out of the women's way. This we all know to be wrong. But let me ask. What constitutes a real man? Shortly before his death the Book of Mormon prophet Lehi exhorts his sons to 'arise from the dust and be men'.  What were they lacking? They all were mature male, each of them were married and proved great physical ability in crossing a desert and an ocean to settle a new continent. Why did Lehi feel that they still needed to be men? What makes a real man?

    I've thought on this  a bit and have come up with a few ideas so for this article I will endeavor to create a profile of a real man. Boys become men once they have proven themselves. It is a change that involves much more the puberty. A change where attributes and abilities are forged and fortified here are a few that I feel are necessary to obtain to be a real man.

     Appearance: The world would tell you that a real man is chiseled with a rock hard six pack, dark hair, and a nice scruff about his face. Its all about having a sexy body and wearing the latest and greatest. I will disagree. Presentable is the word I'll use to describe a real man. A real man takes care of himself. At all times is presentable and clean. I feel that a real man would not walk into class or out into public wearing sweat pants around his knees and an over sized baseball hat covering his eyes. A real man wouldn't walk around with nasty unkempt facial hair simply because he thinks its manly or because he is too lazy to shave. A real man is modest in style. A real man will carry himself in an appropriate manner. Maturity and reason should guide his actions and hold his image. When a real man speaks it should reflect his dignified character. Over use of slang and lazy speech is not appropriate for a real man.  A real man will speak his mind in a clear respectful way. Now I'm not saying that men should only speak in rhyme or with Shakespearian eloquence, I'm saying that a real man's speech should not be lazy or inappropriate. Yes, real men don't curse.

     Informed: The world tell us that men are to know everything there is to know about the sports team that they follow and religiously support. Unfortunately that is at times the only thing they can hold an intelligent conversation about.  A real man should be well informed. Building off of presentable speech a real man should be able to hold intelligent conversations. In order to do that one would need to have a broad foundation of knowledge. A real man should be up to date with current affairs, developing researches, styles, teachings, history, geography, and such. He should take it upon himself to form supportable opinions and develop an inquisitive nature, allowing him to constantly learn. A real man should be ready to adopt new positions and opinions when he learns of and is convinced of them. Though they should have personally formed opinions real men should not become dogmatic and close minded. There are few things that are more demeaning to the image of a man then one who will lose his temper when someone challenges his point of view or opinion. It is somewhat understandable to lose you temper when someone personally insults you but for someone to offer a differing opinion or present a different idea that you do not support is not grounds to ruffle your feathers and start shouting. A real man would listen, seek to understand, evaluate and using new information for or reaffirm his opinion.

     Firm Character: The most important thing about a man is his character. A real man has a firm character which is based on unwavering principles. Principles that are meaningful to him and serve as a discipline for constant predictable action. Integrity is at the center of character. Without integrity a mans character will fall at the slightest pressure. A man of integrity will live a transparent life. A real man has nothing to hide. People who observe and interact with a real man will never have to wonder if they are being deceived. He is who he says his is and does what he say he will do. A real man is reliable in every sense of the word. Maintaining a pure integrity a man will place his word above his life and will do all that he can to keep it. This then includes loyalty. A real man is completly loyal to his wife in every sense of the word. The wife of a real man should never feel insecure about herself and their relationship. She should have no reason to doubt his faithfulness in action word and thought. Having a pure integrity a man will always support his wife through better and worse. To maintain pure integrity and a firm character a real man must be disciplined. Disciplined enough to get out of bed when the alarm goes off. Disciplined enough to take a low grade rather then cheat when he did not prepare well enough. Disciplined enough to prepare in advance despite how easy it would be to procrastinate. Disciplined enough to tell the truth knowing full well the potential negative consequences. Disciplined enough to place his fixed principles above wealth, status,  and relationships. Without fixed principles a man is nothing more then a slave to circumstance.  A real man is one of firm character upon whom others can relay on to be stalwart, brave, supportive, helpful, and able. 

     Sensitivity: Might I endeavor to reverse a false manly belief. Men are not above emotion. It is not a sign of strength to be apathetic. Christ we know had compassion on many and at times, although he had a great eternal perspective that allowed him to see beyond sorrow, took time to weep with those that he loved. He truly mourned with those who mourned. A real man is sensitive to those around him. He is firm when needs be but sensitive to the thoughts, desires, needs, fears, and hopes of others. He is not afraid that he will be compromised and lose his 'man card' if a tear falls out of his eye. With sensitivity I might add that a real man is mindful. He is extroverted. He looks outward for opportunities to uplift and strengthen. He does not need to wait to be told of a need. He sees it and fills it without any promptings. He is sensitive of the needs of others and mindful of way he can improve their lives. He is mindful of his own weakness and gratefully allows others the opportunity to serve him. 

   At the end of the day a real man is a honorable priesthood holder. If a man will honor the Oath and Covenant of the Priesthood he will become a real man.  A real man will educate himself concerning the expectations that the Lord has of him. As he learns, he applies. Line upon line he adds new precepts to his fixed principles which govern his life and each day seeks for improvement. 

    A real man is a man who can look Christ in the eye with squared shoulders and a tear in his eye. A man who's heart is full with love and devotion. A man whose hands are rough and worn, whose grip is firm, whose back is strong and whose feet are quick to answer the call. I am not speaking of physical attributes, but spiritual. A real man is one who stand while others shrink. Real men will stand on the right hand of the Lord when all is said an done. 

London Solomon; In Memory of, and In Tribute To

     London Solomon has become one of the most influential persons of my life. Let me tell you why. London was born as the youngest in our family. Being the only girl in a house full of boys, she soon became the pride and joy of the family, the spoiled over protected angel. She was the first one to have a room all to her self and being the only girl everything she got was brand new, a rarity in our family. Naturally she eat it all up and soon learned how to work the system. She had our dad tightly wound around her figure. She would come with the sweetest smile on her face, plop herself on his lap, snuggle real close and tell him that she loved him. The moment his poor manipulated heart would break she would field a request, which inevitably would be granted. The rest of us boys would sit with our mouths wide open complete taken back at the ease it took. We would have to scrounge, beg, and labor for whatever treats she would only have to ask for. Now don’t get me wrong we had a fantastic relationship with London as well. She always referred to us as her boys and honestly sometimes it felt like we were in a gang and she was the Godmother.  Every Saturday we would be given our list of chores and I swear she never did any; she would just divide her list up amongst the rest of the boys. So bottom line she was the Princess and we were the knights. By the time she turned five we were already imagining what it would be like defending her from the suitors who would be lining up to be her prom date. If she could manipulate her own flesh and blood the way that she did we were convinced that she would have had the whole football, basketball and tract teams under her thumb. We were preparing to have our hands full. I’m sure this pre-mature preparation was completely unnecessary because she was more then capable of handling things her self.

            May 2005 rolled around. Poor London had caught a bit of a cold that was persistent and just would not leave. It began to be a bit worrying when she had just enough energy to join us for a family meal before she slunk off to bed. When she started sleeping 20 hours a day we began taking her to a family doctor. He immediately noticed that something was wrong and decided to have some blood work done. The results would change our lives. Dad had taken us boys up to our cabin to do some patchwork on the roof there. We had a great time laboring away in the sun. The day we were to come home we stopped at a Chinese buffet for lunch. Just before we began eating my dad received a phone call. It was mom and she was obviously distressed. The test results came back and showed that London had a rare and aggressive for of leukemia. Her white blood cells were deformed and were not doing what they were suppose to hence her inability to fend off a simple cold. We were told later that she was to under go five rounds of chemotherapy and then she would have to come in for check ups periodically.  Normally at a time of crisis like think I would be preoccupied imagining the most tragic possible scenario and evaluating how I would handle it and what attention I would receive. Instead I had a powerful peace come over me and I knew in my heart that everything was going to be all right. I would replay this moment over and over again is my mind throughout the next eight months. This moment of comforting inspiration would at times be the only sense of hope that I had.

            Chemotherapy is seems to be a necessary evil. It is a drug that is used to target and kill certain body cells causing immense pain and leaving the victim without an immune system. Often the most noticeable side effect is the loss of hair. This was something London was not ready to face at first. She had the most beautiful full head of blonde hair that she wore proudly. She kept a good portion of her hair for the first round of chemo but it couldn’t quite hold on for the second. London learned to roll with the punches and became and expert at laughing. One of the most heart retching days for me was a visit during this second round. We knew that London was about to lose the rest of her hair and there was very little that she could do about it. We also understood that she was a bit sensitive about it and would wear a hat whenever people would come by. At this time her hair was literally coming out in clumps when pulled. We brothers had come up for our weekly visit on Sunday afternoon. I walked in the room and we had to customary greetings and laughs then mom said,

            “London give him a hairy chest!’

            I had no idea what was going on but London gave mom a smile and an ‘ok!’ then she walked over and extended her arms to give me a hug. So I pulled her close and she started laughing and rubbed the top of her head all over me. She pulled back yelling “HAIRY CHEST!” and jumped back into the bed. My heart hit the floor when I looked down and saw that her beautiful blonde hair was now clinging to my chest rather then to her balding head.  Being the awkward 15 year old I was I just shrunk back into the corner without saying a word.

            This is a great example of London’s spirit. I am sure that her positive attitude many times held my family together. Physically we were for the most part divided. London had almost permanently moved into the Phoenix Children’s Hospital and my mother with her, almost an hours travel away. The guys were left to fend for ourselves. I probably have never eaten as much cold cereal in my life as I did during that time. It is interesting to remember the difference in our house. It was quite, it was peaceful, there seemed to be this spirit about the place that lead me to believe that we were not alone and were constantly being supported. It seemed so much easier to sit down and concentrate on homework. I enjoyed reading the scriptures and each of us would actually volunteer to pray. No this might be the hardest to believe but I cannot remember a single quarrel with any of my brothers occurring during this time. Dad was pretty strung out at this time. He was working long shifts with the police department and would whenever he could shoot over to the Hospital to say hi. Many times he would call ahead and time it perfect so that the girls would look at London’s window at the free way as he passed by and wave at his hand sticking out the window. A simple yet tender moment shared by my parents who were under such extreme stress.

            London had high aspirations for her life. She wanted to be the typical teenage drama queen. Now when I say drama queen I mean the cheerleading, volleyball playing, guitarist that wins everyone’s heart. Well she lived up to the dream. Occasionally as her health would permit London would be excused from the hospital for a little field trip home. These were always filled with tons of fun. By this time not only had our ward rallied behind our family to support us but it seemed like that whole community had as well. The Queen Creek High School Cheerleading squad heard of London’s dream to be a cheerleader and she was invited to cheer along with them. You should have seen her. Those poor football players must have been jealous because as soon as that baldhead started cheering and waving the pom poms the whole crowd stopped watching them. I don’t think I ever saw London as happy as she was then cheering with the big girls and supporting her older brother out on the field. At this time Hillary Duff was at the height of her career as an actor and role model for young girls. London was her biggest fan. By a stroke of lucky relations a friend of ours ran into Hilary Duff and told her about London’s story. Hilary was touched and soon sent a singed poster and guitar! These were London’s all time favorite possession. She would not let us clumsy boys get any where near them! She began learning how to play the pretty pink heart shaped guitar. Also on one of her vacations she was invited to be the ball girls on two of Arizona’s best high school volleyball teams. She practically glowed under the limelight. I’ve spoken to a couple of the girls who were on the Xavier and Gilbert volleyball teams each said that although what they did for London was great they found a greater inspiration in this sweet six year old who was full of spunk and smiles.

            The biggest influence that London ever had on anyone was through the stalwart attitude that she always had. She was so strong. I never once heard her complain about the lot, which had been cast for her. There are a few vivid memories that stand out to me where she would break into a rare negative spirit. They always centered on the medicine that she had to take orally. She would fight and kick and scream like a mad man to avoid it. As shameful as it was it would take more then one of us brothers to hold her down as mother injected it into her mouth then hold her mouth and nose shut until she would swallow it. Now the interesting thing was that she would only really do that whenever we were around. It was soon concluded that she would put on such a display simply to get close to her bothers.  As odd as it sounded it was really touching to me that she would do that. I think London was best know around the hospital as the girl who did cartwheels. It seemed like whenever she was well enough she was up out of her bed tumbling around the place. Constantly we would find her dressed up in her cheerleading uniform spotting a pair of pom poms showing off a new cheer she had learned.  I was particularly impressed by her diligence in schoolwork.  Her teachers back at home would send her schoolwork and my mother would sit down teach her and help her through it all. They also would memorize a scripture a week together.  It was crazy my six-year-old sister was memorizing scriptures faster then I could in seminary! Each Sunday when we would come down for our weekly visit she would share the scripture with us and tell us what they would mean to her. Of course mom would help her, but I do remember being impressed by her spiritual maturity.  This maturity is very likely the reason behind her constant optimistic attitude. She always had a smile on her face, easy to laugh, and continually wanted to play. I think for a while she was the life of her hospital floor. Occasionally she would go on a tour and meet the other children who, like her, were temporary residents. She made tons of friends there. London would always tell mom that she wanted to have a little sister. All growing up she had a doll or two or even a cat that she would carry around with her everywhere treating it like it was her baby sister. Like the rest of her wishes this one came true as well. The rooms were often shared with one other patient and Maddy moved in next to London. Maddy was just a few years younger then London and like her had beautiful blonde hair, well for a little while. They soon became best friends. London looked out for Maddy as if they had been sisters since birth. It was such a wonderful thing to see this little girl, struggling for her life, reaching out and caring for someone else who was suffering similarly.

            Her treatments had for the most part gone very well. As well as chemotherapy can go at least. I don’t remember her catching any infections or other illnesses throughout it all, even when she had absolutely zero immune system.  Until the finally chemotherapy treatment. Well had just buried my grandfather who had passed away as a result of surgery complications and were now preparing for the Christmas season. My parents had already bought the gifts and the timeline looked like London would be able to be at home for Christmas! Then she got sick. We visited her a couple of weeks before Christmas and I had a flash back to eight months previous. She lay almost motionless on her bed, a grayish green complexion covering her skin. She would only wake for very short amounts of time then return to sleeping for the rest of the day.  After her last round of chemotherapy, when her immune system was at the weakest she had caught an infection which the doctors were desperately trying to diagnose and treat. One treatment after another failed and her condition worsened. Soon she was moved to the Intensive Care Unit. During this time she was under heavy sedatives. Theses sedatives were administered in cycles and in between each cycle there was a chance that she would break out of her unconscious state. During one of these she opened her eyes just long enough to tell mom that she loved her. One last time. We were at home but both of our parents were at the hospital when a family friend, Wayne Lamb, drove over and told us that he was going to take us to the hospital to see London. It had gotten serious and they wanted the whole family to be there. This was alarming. We were not allowed to visit the hospital if we were even remotely sick. Brigg had developed a cough and the doctors had specifically said to bring him. We did not know at the time but they hoped that we as a family could get to talk to London during one of her consciousness breaks. That never happened. We sat in the ICU waiting room until midnight, occasionally seeing mom or dad and they would come in, talk to Wayne, then talk to us. Personally I had no idea what was going on. At or close to mid-night we went home only to return the next morning.

            You could see a heavy weight on my parents when we walked in. They didn’t say anything but lead us into London’s room. She was almost unrecognizable. All the antibiotics and drugs they had given her had practically filled her up and she was a shade of yellow, probably due to a recent kidney failure. One by one her organs had been shutting down and now she was on the life support machine. When we walked into the room one of us asked mom what was going on and she simply, courageously, and with all the strength of a mother said it was time to say goodbye.  Immediately we began all became to cry. I will not go into detail what the next half hour held for us. It is still too sacred of an experience for me to even talk about with those present. But we held London as she was taken off of the life support machine and sang hymns to our God until the heart rate monitor flat lined. The power and serenity in that room is impossible to relate.

            Soon a doctor came in and respectfully checked her vitals and pronounced her dead and it was time for us to go. Outside the front of the hospital we ran into two of our aunts while our parents were inside finishing some business. We just held each other and cried, something that would happen a lot over the next few months. I do not remember the ride home just walking into our dimly lit house, none of use said anything to each other. What were we suppose to say? There was a permeating feeling of numbness as each found his corner and sat. What are we suppose to do now?  The rest of the day pasted in solitary silence.

            The funeral arrangements were prepared. A few family friends made some extremely generous donations, which keep our family financially stable between the doctors and the mortuary bills. Neither my family nor I will ever forget how our family and the community rallied behind us to support and lift us. It was humbling to see how many peoples lives London had touch who attended the funeral. After all was said and the news interviews were concluded we left for the burial. On a cold winters afternoon we buried our dear princess in the cemetery with her family who had been resting for four generations now. More hymns were sung, more tears shed, more prayers offered and more gratitude expressed. Then we started the long drive home. People ask how we ever got over the grief of such a loss. Truth be told you never get over it. Always there is a longing to be reunited with her. Often something like hearing a Hilary Duff song will remind you of her. And occasionally you will purposefully dig up that old family video of her spinning in a red dress in the front room and watch it.  Truth is I will always miss her.

            London had strong faith and a belief shared by the rest of my family that our familial bonds are eternal. That death could not separate what heaven had sealed together. This is the very reason why London’s story is not a tragedy but is a fairytale with a happy ending. It does end ‘and they lived happily ever after’. That part just hasn’t been written yet. My experience with London has made me into the person I am. She instilled in me a insatiable motivation to be the very best person I can be. Her example has inspired me to always desire what is right. She has shown by example that it is more important to reach outwards when you feel like imploding. And she has proven that under the worst circumstances we can still be happy and have a smile on our face. She inspired me to serve an honorable full time mission, to share the gospel of Jesus Christ with those who desperately need the hope it brings in their life. I hope to one day prove worthy of the blessing of being reunited with her again and see the fulfillment of the promise that the ‘same sociality which exists among us here will exist among us there, only it will be coupled with eternal glory, which glory we do not now enjoy.’ (Doctrine and Covenants 130:2).  I often think on that feeling I had on the 5^th of May 2005. ‘Everything is going to work out alright.’ Nothing could have been more true. When all is said and done I have confidence that we will look back and say ‘everything did work out alright.’

Therefore, dearly beloved brethren, let us cheerfully do all thins that lie in our power; and then may we stand still, with the utmost assurance, to see the salvation of God, and for his arm to be revealed.

D&C 123:17

Inspiration and Ponderings

I have two experiences that I would like to share which have been significant to me recently. When I was preparing to return home from my mission I had a few experiences where I felt the Lord was preparing me for what was coming. It seemed to me that He opened a map to me, it became apparent to me the different choices that I could make and I could also clearly see what would happen and what I would become depending on which course I took. So I made the plans that I felt would be best for me. I sat down and made specific goals for the next six months and became determined to reach them. After that I had also had a few experiences that showed me that the Lord would support me and help me to reach these worthy goals as I tried to follow the course that he showed me. I took courage and when I came home I set off on my adventure. My plans worked according to the deadline I set almost to the 'T' since I came home. I moved to Utah, I found a good job that helped me to save the money I planned. I became part of a great ward and was given a calling that allowed me to learn from a great leader and bishop at a close level. Then October rolled around. According to my plans I was going to work full time until winter semester then I would attend BYU and teach at the MTC part-time. Well it became time to apply for the MTC. The application did not go as well as I wanted and I was advised to seek employment elsewhere for the time being. That was a major blow. Then I had tremendous trouble with my BYU application. Eventually after a month of admission counselor meetings and phone calls everything was sorted and my application was complete. The this week I received a letter informing me that my application had been denied. This blow almost knocked me off my feet. My whole plans had centered around being excepted into BYU; my desired study course and career depended on my acceptance into this school. I had worked my butt off preparing for this so that I could finically afford it and I had been trying really hard to fit in and make a life here for me so that starting school would be that much easier. All this for what? To be rejected by the school which was sponsored by the church that I had just spent two years serving? Had I done something wrong which disqualified me from this plan that I felt I had received through inspiration? What was I to do now? Return home feeling like a failure with my tail tucked between my legs? That evening I was a right mess. Mentally I could not keep a straight train of thought and emotionally I was on the edge of panic. Then I a sudden soon after I got off the phone with my parents I had a soft yet perceptible feeling that everything was going to be alright. I was calmed but still confused. So I did what I had done when I was one my mission, I sat down and mapped out all my options and considered which was best for me. Still I felt no direction so I tacked it onto my wall above my bed and have considered and pondered on it during the mean time. Last night I felt really good about taking night classes and working part time until spring. Of course there were still some more questions left unanswered until this morning. I drove into Bluffdale for a carne asda lunch at my work (amazing by the way, even if it made me sick later it was worth it!). During the drive I was mulling over the options and potential solutions. Again a calm came over me and I knew what I should do. You know the cliched moment when the hero is hanging from a building or a cliff and right at the moment he loses his grip then someone reaches down and saves him? This is a bit of a dramatic analogy but its similar to how I feel. Im so thankful that the Lord will always reach down and grab me when Im ready to let go of my dreams.
Second experience. I made another roast dinner and invited a few friends over. We all had a great time and the food was good. Emma Cutillo was one who graced us with her presence. I ended up spending the rest of the afternoon with her just laughing and having a good time. In the evening she sat me down and shared a devotional with me. I don't remember the title but it was by Jeffery R. Holland and he spoke about when Joseph Smith was tarred feathered, and beaten then the next morning delivered a sermon of forgiveness to a crowd which had some of the culprits men who attacked him the night before. What an amazing example of following Christ! Elder Holland mentioned that being Christian is a full time thing. We are to always do as Christ would. Then he mentioned that moment when each of us will find ourselves at the base of the cross. No this inspired a train of thought that has occupied my mind most of the day. There were many people present during this dark moment in the history of humanity. Different groups had different attitudes throughout the event. Walking along the road and standing by were those who disbelieved and vehemently opposed the work of the Savior. These are the same people who had to audacity to mock the Son of God as he hung of the cross suffering for the very sins they were committing. 'If thou art the Son of God come down and save thyself!' They scorned. Scattered throughout the crowd were the Roman soldiers who were indifferent because of they had become desensitized through the pursuit of their career. On the outside of the crowd were the timid disciples who supported Christ but feared being recognized as a follower and condemned to suffer as their Master. Close to the side we find the Roman centurion, an honorable man, probably worn and tired from a career of violence, a witness to heinous crimes, and familiar with anguish. Who being moved, proclaims 'Surely this man is the Son of God'. Closer still we find the ever valiant circle of disciples, which is oddly enough largely populated by women. This group includes those who in an effort to easy the Saviors pain offered him vinegar in a sponge. This group are those who bathed his feet in their tears, begged for his body, and reverently cleaned and covered his battered and broken body before gently laying it in the tomb. I have found myself pondering the question 'Where would I have been? Which group would I have cast my lots in with?' I hope the answer to be the latter group whose reverence and love for the Savior conquered their fear of man.

Spirit Over Matter

I'm currently reading about Galileo and his contributions to the Renaissance. There is one thing in particular that stands out in my mind. He speaks of primary and secondary qualities. By studying and investigating primary qualities we can learn the truth about something. He defines primary qualities as those things which can be measured and studied mathematically like size, position, mass, and so forth. Primary qualities he postulates are the only qualities that are real and reliable. Fair enough, I agree with that from a scientific point of view. Secondary qualities are categorized as the attributes that we know about because of our senses, such as color, smell, and emotions. I found this very interesting because the qualities that we most often identify and label something with and by are these secondary "unreliable" qualities. Think about it, how many of us describe the castle we visited by its square footage or the amount of bricks used to build it? We don't. We tell our friends about how beautiful it was and breathtakingly magnificent it was to consider all the work that went into constructing that fortification. Also that is how we label people. Oh she is so nice! He is such a great guy! Not 'he is approximately six feet tall and weights 175 lbs with %9 body fat'! So why do we use these secondary 'unreliable' qualities as our reference points? Especially since all of us have a different perception and expectation of these qualities. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder right? Yet that is one of the first reference points that we use. These secondary qualities Galileo says, "reside only in the consciousness; if the living creature were removed, all of these qualities would be wiped away and annihilated." Strange thought. The consciousness is directly connected with the spirit of man. It is because of this spirit that we move, think, perceive and feel. Without spirit all that would exist would be matter and math to describe it. Sounds a bit boring. I love the fact that our spirit governs over matter. I love that it is our spirit whose Father is divine that is the vehicle of thought and the instrument of perception. Philosophers have alway debated and thought 'what makes something beautiful?'. Now I don't claim to be a philosopher or a great mind like the rest of them but I have some ideas of my own. Sometimes I feel as did Abraham that I am a wonderer and a stranger here. That I belong in greater, more exalted spheres. I guess in a sense I have spurts of spiritual homesickness. My sprite remembers the feel of the Fathers presence and longs for it, and at times will recognize things that are similar to that existence. This I feel is where that sense of beauty come from. Our spirit recognizes something which is similar to what it experienced before it entered this fragile existence and fondly remembers the original object or attribute. It's is interesting that beauty is not only limited to that which is physical this fact makes beauty an abstract quality. Beauty can be found in words, music, principles, fiction, and ideas. The closer something reflects the world we once knew the more beautiful it is to us! I'm so grateful to be a living soul. What a great thing it is to be a combination of a physical and spiritual body with all the different senses and experiences we get to have! God be thanked for his great plan of salvation! And for the gift of His Son so that this is not a short lived ride but can be the start of a brilliant eternal experience!

Facebook Status updates I never posted

I realized today that I have been an unfaithful blogger and Facebook status updater. So I figured I could hit two stones with one bird and catch up on both accounts with one blog entry!

•  'Don't worry son. It will feel better when it stops hurting.'
• Who knew that pumpkin flavored hot chocolate could be so good?
• Its a hot chocolate day
• At least it is not snowing
• Is it just me or do these debates resemble two children in the principals office bickering 'ya-huh, not-ah, ya-huuuuh, NOT-AHH!!!'
• I failed my cleaning inspection today. Apparently you have to clean inside of the oven. 
• I have decided that I have figured out girls. Wait! did I say girls? strike that, reverse it.
• 'If God created Adam is his image then why do we have nipples?' One of my favorite street contacting memories in Watford.
• I think that Slenderman is evil.
• I had a dream with Slenderman in it last night. I punched him in his faceless face and got away. #fearovercome
• If you are planning on having an intellectually sharp day do not stay up till 4:30 in the morning then get up at six.
• I just watched Premium Rush and suddenly I have this odd desire to ride a bicycle without breaks through a red light in New York traffic... I think I'll sleep on this one. 
• Just a heads up, Total Recall is probably not the best idea for a back-up Family Home Evening activity. 
• My best friend just jumped off a building. Why? Apparently they chicks dig it.
• Twice... He did it twice. 
• I'm so glad that we have a wonderful President to remind us that we no longer ride horses in the Navy.
• All of my roommate just put their contracts up for sale. Should I take this personally?

I can't think of any more. 

Happenstance and Happiness.

This week kept me on my toes the whole time! It seemed to me like every day had its own note worthy story but I think the best one happened yesterday at the BYU vs Hawaii game. First lets rewind four or so months ago. I'm nearing the end of my mission serving with Fabrizio Cena and Sridar Paramalingam  in central London. Sunday morning a group of enthusiastic Americans walk in bright eyed. I was so happy when each of them stood up that fast and testimony meeting and bore their testimonies about a great missionary opportunity that they had in a cab. Well they grabbed us afterwards and asked if they could get a few copies of the Book of Mormon so they could be prepared for their next chance at sharing the gospel. So i invited them to walk back to our office with us and we would get them some. Well along the way as we are chatting it turns out that they know of Fabio Cena. I guess he made quite a name for himself during his dancing days at BY prior to coming to London. By their reactions he was some what of a celebrity amongst that particular group. So we laughed about it and sent them on their way never expecting to see them again. Come Friday night I found myself with out a ticket and without a date to double with my roommate so I sat watching the game on the tele. When half time came around it was obvious that it wasn't much of a game, BYU had scored 20 unanswered points. So I figured I would try my luck and try to get in. Along the way I ran into Richie Edwards who gave me his pass since he saw all he wanted to and was escaping the cold. After I got past the ticket gates I had the problem of finding the right seat. Wondering from row to row, section by section I finally found it and sat down with a good two or three empty seat to either side of me. Then it happened. I looked to my left and saw two enthusiastic bright faces heading, over, under and through the crowd, my way. They had that unmistakable look in their eye; they knew who I was. I began to panic and looked away as I tried desperately to plan an escape route and figure out who they were. Well before i could come to a conclusion on either account there they were standing right next to me. They introduced themselves as Kendall and Nicolle and asked if I was Elder Solomon. Then they I made the connection as they explained that they ran into me in London! How random? I ended up spending the rest of the evening with them. Not a really manly end to the evening but they showed me their roof, we played catch phrase and sat around talking about soul mates, international humanitarian projects, and Europe. It was great fun!
Other key events from the week include a 16 hour night shift (shot me) finding a 30GB iPod in my couch, running a 7 minute mile (first time in a long time) and my daily fortune cookie being spot on with each day.
Now to start my pontifications. I love my job, mostly because with labor intensive jobs such as digging holes for plans the distractible portion of my brain is occupied with the mundane labor leaving a more intellectual part open for pondering. The other day I was trying to draw parallels between the teaching of the gospel and philosophy. I was thinking about universals. There is a prevailing idea that you cannot prove something to be true because there is always an antithesis waiting to revel its self. The Sophist used this to create a great feeling of skepticism across the Greek states. Socrates, Plato, and Aristotle countered this idea by teaching about universals. If a concept or idea is found to apply universally then it must be true. For example. Dogs have four legs. They all do, yes some don't because they lost one but universally dogs have for legs. Therefore we can surmise that the statement 'dogs have four legs' is a true statement. So then I was trying to find the universals between the teachings of these different philosophers. Its important that each had their different ideas or else they would not have made a name in history, and I would not be studying them right now. However, for their ideas to have any importance and relevance there would need to be truth in them. So I tried a secular approach to finding truth by identifying universal opinions of these philosophers. The first I found was that the purpose of our existence as humans is to be happy. Yes, some interpreted happiness a bit differently but ultimately it came down to having peace in our mind and joy in our hearts. So the question is 'how do we obtain this happiness'? Plato taught that we are happy when we are good. Now to define good. We call a knife good which cuts properly, a boat good which floats properly, and a house good that shelters us properly. We identify something as good if it performs its primary functions according to expectations. So what does that say of us? We are 'good' when we do what we are suppose to do. When we act in the right manner. Then comes the ethical debate which has lasted for millenniums. How does one act right? Now looking at history and watching current political debates we still have not found the answer by taking a secular approach. Silly really because they whole time we have had the answers sitting in a Good Book. The gospel will always answer the questions that philosophy cannot. Revelations are always more valuable then research. Now all of these philosophical points can be found in Holy Writ. 'Adam fell that men might be; MEN ARE THAT THEY MIGHT HAVE JOY.' A familiar teaching from a prophet long ago which is congenial with the teachings of the ancient philosophers, that is our purpose is to find happiness. So we are to find happiness. We find happiness by being good. We are good when we act correctly. There are two parts to acting correctly. First you need to know what the correct choice is. Second you have to make the decision to do the right thing when it is time for the choice. Seems easy but when it comes down to it it can be a pretty daunting task. Now let me talk for a bit about our Father in Heaven. His purpose is a little different then ours. He already has obtained a full measure of joy, being an exalted Being and all. So His focus has changed a little more. He tells us 'My work and my glory is to bring to pass the immortality and eternal life of man' or in short. 'My purpose is to help you become happy, eternally happy, like me.' All of a sudden this daunting task become a little less daunting. The great thing is that He takes care of all the hard parts, such as changing our hearts, working out immortality, and satisfying justice. Each is worthy or a sermon in itself but for now I want to focus on the process that He puts us through to help us become 'good' and find happiness. It is important to note here that unlike Aristotle's Allegory of the Cave, we are not dragged for stage of enlightenment to stage of enlightenment. God works we us as long and as far as we allow Him to through our humility and eagerness to learn. Right having said that, here is the process; justification, purification, sanctification, and salvation. For me definitions are extremely important so let me share with you my perceived definitions of these words and explain their purpose is becoming good. Justification- becoming right with the law. Each of us develop our own perception of truth as we gain life experience. Truth is truth and when it comes to the eternities and their principles it does not change according to perception. Truth is never false but our perceptions can be. With false perceptions we cannot act in accordance with truth. Therefore to act is a right manner we have to know what the right manner is. The act of justification in this sense is when the Lord teaches us and changes our perception of truth to be accurate and 'in line' with His. It is a 'line upon line' process where we are taught 'things as they really are'. Of course this comes through receiving individual testimonies bore to us by the Holy Spirit. It comes from asking, seeking, and knocking. It comes from 'diligently searching in the Light of Christ.' Then, ultimately, listening and responding. Justification is how our mental image and perception of the world around us becomes bona fide. Being Justified we can then be purified. As we go through life we make mistakes, some ignorantly, other mistakes we make hoping good will come of it, and some we are just out right rebellious and malicious. While becoming justified we learn that no unclean thing can enter the kingdom of heaven. This is where purification comes in. Purification is being cleansed of all impurities. Now there are many points that can be included in that. Purified from past transgressions. Purified of evil and wrong desires. Purified of guilt. Eventually if we are to become 'good' we need to be completely purified in all senses. Fundamentally entire purification begins and ends with a purification of our heart. This is an act which is performed by God. As we are justified the Lord promises that He will give us a new heart. "A new heart also will i give you, and a new spirit will i put within you: and i will take away the stony heart out of your flesh, and i will give you an heart of flesh." (Ezek. 36;26) With this new heart we will have no more desire to do evil, but to do good continually, and will will not be able to look on sin save with abhorrence. After God justifies us he will purify us. Next is sanctification. To be sanctified is to be made holy, or to be separated and set apart for a holy purpose. Sanctification is when we completely turn ourselves over to God. When we dedicate all our time, efforts, and resources to the building up of His kingdom and the establishment of Zion. This is the complete and total submission which Elder Neal A. Maxwell so frequently spoke about. This is when we are invited to and become 'one' with the Son as he is 'one' with the Father. This is when we give to him the only thing that is uniquely ours to give. The one thing God will never take from us. I speak of our Free Agency. Sounds like a high offer, but if we correctly go through the first two processes it will be an easy decision to make. If we fully understand the implications and as cleaned from our selfish desires sanctification will be an honor  and a privilege we will humbly  and gratefully accept. Last is Salvation. To be saved is to be put beyond the reach of our enemies. It is at this point that we are put beyond the bounds of death and hells powers. We will receive a sure word of prophecy that there is a place in the mansions of heaven prepared for us. When we are saved our ability to act correctly in no longer limited and we will be eligible for complete happiness. Thus fulfilling our purpose. All of this possible because of Jesus Christ. His infinite and eternal sacrifice, performed on our behalf, gave him all the necessary tools to help us on our way. He satisfied the demands of justice making purification possible. Being full of grace and truth he is able to justify us by teaching us the right way. His grace makes it possible for us to do thing which are beyond our capabilities thus allowing us to turn our hearts and our everything to him and be sanctified. I am so grateful for all of this. I know that happiness is Gods ultimate design for us. I also know that true, complete happiness is obtainable, because I have tasted it. Just today in fact as I walked in the doors of the Holy Temple, and each time I feel and here the whisper of the Still Small Voice telling me that I'm a stranger and a wanderer here, destined for higher things and celestial realms. I know that as we live and follow the teachings of Christ we become 'good' and find happiness.

From the Provo River to The Red Sea

Another week come and gone with a new one coming! My body feels like I have been fighting monster waves that just keep coming and coming without respite but my mind feels like a thirsty sponge! I feel like I hardly have enough time to reflect on what has just transpired before its time again to start on the next task. Early this week I had a brilliant idea hatch in my mind that I spent hours thinking on and planning. It came as most revelations do these days, while working in the blistering sun moving shovel after shovel of dirt in effort to beautify an off ramp the most people will only have about one second to admire as they speed past in the race of life. I had this brilliant idea for a fun date to travel up the canyon and next to the Provo river build little boats and race them. I thought it was the greatest thing ever. I could just see the glorious moment dropping the beautiful boat in and watching it champion-like dive and bob over the rapids tenaciously holding itself together then I could see myself lovingly picking it out of the water at the end of the voyage like a proud father hugging his son after a great performance in a football game. So began the planning and problem solving. First problem if there is no girl there is no date. This wasn't a problem as a day or two later the opportunity presented itself and after a bit of conversing Emma Cutillo from our ward graciously agreed to tolerate me for an afternoon. Next problem supplies. Well I plant trees for a living and one day I noticed that we were just throwing away bamboo shoots that we were using to support the trees as we transported them. So I summed up the courage to ask my foreman Cohan Fish,
"Hey, are we just going to throw theses away or can I take them?"
"Uh, well, yea I don't think we are going to use them for anything," then he chuckled and looked at me quizzically and asked, "What are you going to do with them?"
So I explained my brilliant plan and we got excited about it as well suggesting different ideas and such. So at the end of the day he let me use the saw to cut the ten foot poles into usable pieces and put them in my car. Then at his suggestion I keep two at full length to use to dislodge the boats incase they got stuck on the river. It was quite a sight to behold my beautiful little sports car, sun roof open, radio blazing, and two bamboo sticks protruding out the top in a very unconventional way. I felt that if I tied a gas can to the end of them people would think that I was using it to lead my car along. Again I got a few queer looks from my roommates when they saw all the random bamboo. Again they loved the idea and gave different suggestions. Third problem, I needed a double. This initially isn't ever a problem to get some 'commitments' but as usual these 'commitments' bounced when it was time to call it all in. I asked an lined up three different guys to come with us on this amazing date that I had been dreaming about for  a week, each of them informed me Friday afternoon that they could not come. So typical of my life. So I went to my go to man Tyler Potts. Well turned out he had plans to go out on another date that morning (Saturday) but since our date was in the afternoon he might be able to make it. So I crossed my fingers and hoped that he could. Well like the man he is Tyler was able to find a date to come with us and I got this wonderful news just after midnight before the date. So the plan was to go to Deseret Industries and buy a captain for the boats (a doll) and a sail/flag. So I picked up my date at four absolutely giddy with excitement it wasn't until we had gotten to my car that I realized that I had not told her what we were going to be doing! Way to go Bright-one, real smooth I feel like this is one of those moments that Mike Brockdorff at Comfort System (my old boss) would shake his head and call me 'Not-So'. Well we met Tyler and Blaire at DI and started our game. The boys had to be blind and the girls couldn't speak. The guy knew what they needed to get but had a limited vocabulary to use. This turned out to be really fun but kinda nerve racking. Next thing I knew we had rushed through the store and I was standing at the check out this a naked barbie With the wildest red hair I had ever seen with a Scottish patterned cloth to be used as a flag. And yes because of Emma's expertise guiding we made it back first. Next we headed up the river and began building our boats. After strategizing for a bit we decided to model our boat in the catamaran style. Well being an Eagle Scout and all (Thanks mom;) I knew a thing or two about lashings and shared this wisdom with Emma who was more then eager to learn. (Maybe she was just bored of watching me excitedly working away on 'our' project). Well after guiding her through a few I left our table to grab something and came back to find that she had perfected her lashing skills and made my knots look like a child and made them. Hiding my embarrassment I complemented her on them and busily tied our Captain Barbie to the mast and prep'd the HMS Emma for her maiden voyage. The Gray Sailed Raft Piloted by the infamous Snow Bear with his red hat was ready for launch. So after a few pictures and taunts we grabbed our guiding poles and headed to the river. Off they went. HMS Emma gracefully glided across the turbulent current and rapids until Captain Barbie had successfully guided her past the first bend in the river. Unfortunately the Gray Sailed Raft had capsized after the first rapids and was top under struggling along. Due to the growth on the sides of the river we could not run along and cheer on our boats as I desperately wanted to. So we hopped into the cars and drove tot he next available view point and waited for the vessels to round the bend. Well the impatient seconds turned to minutes and still no boats. Tyler volunteered for him and Blair to go back and look for them leaving poor Emma to listen to my philosophical ramblings for what I'm sure seemed like an eternity for her. When Tyler and Blair returned the carried bad news, and each others hands (atta boy!). The HMS Emma had become lodged in a thick tangle of brush on the far side of the river utterly unreachable with our risking hypothermia, and the Gray Sailed Raft was no where to be seen, presumed to be sunk, her brave captain lost at river. Not quite the way I had envisioned it all turning out but hey I had fun!
I think that I enjoy studying philosophy so much because it discusses and analyzes deep subjects that often and spiritual connections. So in philosophizing about politics and the well-fare and realization of a 'good state' or a stated that performs its proper function. I found it interesting that one of the key elements  is teaching the people philosophy. He held that if every one was philosophical society as a whole would be better because they would have a greater knowledge of good ethics and behavior.  Well I began trying to imagine what that would be like and how that would accomplish peace. That is when the city of Zion came to mind. Zion was a  city founded by the prophet leader Enoch. Zion was know a a city of one heart and one mind, without contention and sin. Eventually the city of Zion was taken up to dwell on high. I began to make connections between Plato's teaching and Enoch's people. Enoch was the great teacher that was able to help the people so clearly understand the doctrine that they lived in complete harmony. Can you imagine that? All the people understanding the doctrine the same and well enough that they actually lived it?! What an amazing thought, I would have loved to see such a society.  I read something recently that made one of my hero's even more of a hero to me. Mormon, the main 'editor' of the Book of Mormon responsible for compiling the books together grew up in times quite opposite to the society of Enoch. War was a wide spread across the land as was apostasy. People went after strange god's and strange practices, society began to decay and the true teachings of Christ were basically left but Mormon in the midst of all this was perceived to be a 'sober child and quick to observe' by the latest prophet an keeper of the records and at the age ten entrusted with their hidden location. Mormon went on the be a great prophet who despite continual death threats continued to peach repentance to a past feeling blood thirsty people. We are kind of in a similar world with different distractions and temptations and yet we are to seek out and establish Zion the society of Enoch. We are told to be in the world but not of the world. When I was in England my good friend Baruch constrained me to go to a Jewish Synagogue with him. After three hours of listening to Hebrew chanting the Rabbi stood and gave an interesting insight. There is a Hebrew word used in the Torah which is translated into English as ' in the midst of'. It is used to describe how the Israelites crossed the Red Sea 'in the midst of' the waters. As well as when Moses ascended into the mountain and walked 'in the midst of' the cloud which the Lord was in. In both cases the subject was in but not a part of the surrounding substance. The Israelites walked through the sea but did not get wet. Likewise the Rabbi described that the cloud did not envelope Moses but surrounded him and parted for him as he passed through it. Then came his invitation. We are all to be 'in the midst' of the world. In it but not enveloped by it. I loved this teaching and it really has stuck with me. I know that this is the call for us to respond to. Although the pressure is on in these last days we can do it! If Mormon can stay righteous going through what he did we can to! If we ever rely on the Source of our strength which is Christ. He will sustain us and up hold us by his ever omnipotent hand.

Brighton

Politics, Philosophy, and Paintbrushes

It has been a while since I updated this thing and man have I got a lot to say! If only if only I had the time. Of the vast list of things I want to talk about I've concluded to just bore you with three. Namely, political rants, my study of philosophy, and some scriptural insights from the last two weeks. I promise that if you can endure the first the second and third topics should be interesting.
Right, so recently I put the New York Times App on my phone and it has become a daily habit the read the top stories over a bowl of cereal at five in the morning. Because this is the first thing to enter into my head in the morning it stays on my mind for most of my monotonous day of shoveling therefore these thoughts have been incubated long enough that they are ready to be shared. My question is this: when did a political debate and campaign aim change from 'I'm the best candidate and this is why' to ' he's the worst candidate and this is why!'? Honestly I have not heard the Obama campaign say anything positive about Obama other then he is better then Mitt because Mitt is a tax scoundrel liar who can't relate to the American people. Sounds to me like a handful of high school girls gossiping about and back stabbing the leading candidate for that years homecoming queen. I want to hear about, clearly stated, each parties plans ( including goals and how they are going to achieve them ) and positive selling points about their character and trustworthiness. Backstabbing and slander only lead me to trust someone less.
I was going to go into the Libyan riots but I don't want to get flustered, so suffice it to say I'm glad that Mormons don't start burning things whenever someone says something negative about their temples. That would just make the whole 'only true and living church's point a bit more difficult for the missionaries to share.
Interjectory note! WalMart great value food is awesome! ... Except one fact, they have no flavor. The bacon rates the same as the chicken which taste like the cheese and tortilla. Makes for a rather boring cheese and bacon quesadilla.
Currently I am studying philosophy. An introduction to philosophy really. So far I've studied the main thoughts of the ancient Greeks from Thales of Miletus to Plato and let me just say I think that some of these men were incredibly inspired, of course however, there were a couple of coouk coouk birds in the mix. Like Thrasymachus who philosophyed that injustice is to be preferred to a life of justice. That one who break laws an moral codes for gain is superior to those who subject themselves to them. It is interesting to note that those who held tightly to a moral sense of duty to do 'the right thing' seemed to come up with ideas that felt good to the soul. They didn't just say pleasing things to itching ears but spoke truth that struck a deep core. Look at the bad examples of the Sophist. They were largely skeptics who thought that truth is impossible to find and everything is relative. Whatever we define as truth is then truth. They also mastered the skill of rhetoric or persuasive speaking. So essentially they were really good at getting people to believe what they believed. Also they offered their 'wisdom' at a high price. Then came Socrates (good example) a man who felt it was his mission to restore a sense of reliable absolute truth and also to teach people how to discover it. Though early on Socrates was a pupil of the Sophist, later he proved an annoyer of their teachings to the point that that wrongly accused him, and falsely condemned him to death. Rather then escape this unfair punishment Socrates thought it better to uphold the laws and the government an drank the deadly prescribed hemlock. This deeply influenced his own pupil Plato who furthered the working his predecessor. Now let me get to the main pondering points from my readings.
From Protagoras of Abdera ( a Sophist) we are taught that laws and customs are relative to a point. That those who are in power are the ones who establish truth and laws and their subordinates are morally bound to obey them. He was right, but only if you take his idea to a much grander level. He was speaking of Greek provinces and Mediterranean settlements but I was thinking of universes and eternities. We know from the Doctrines an Covenants and other holy scripture that truth was ordained of God from the beginning. I can't really remember the exact scripture but I do remember having the thought while reading that 'in the beginning' God decided what would be truth. Thus truth is relative to what God ( the ultimate power that be) says it is. Chalk one up for Protagoras.
I don't even know where to begin with Socrates. I basically aced the test on him because I found what he had to say so amazing, interesting, and soul enriching. It was cool to see that a lot of the conclusions he came to and points he made were things that this ignorant me pondered on and philosophized about over and over again while on the other side of the pond. Just ask Elder Thayne Thompson he usually was the companion exchange that I bounced my ideas off of. First he says the examined life is not worth living! Bold but so poignant. We need to take time to look within and evaluate. Calculate the distance between reality an our dreams. Plan to close the gap, reflect on progress and steem digression. Second knowledge is virtue and ignorance is vice. He postulates that no person performs an evil act with the purpose of being malignant. Most will disagree but let me continue. One thing he said that I had come to realize while serving the Lord is that we all are striving to: A. Act rationally and B. pursue happiness. Often times rationality will be overridden by our desire for happiness. In other words we will do stupid things because we think they will make us happy. Thus some people will storm an embassy, burn a flag and murder innocent people because they believe that their 'just cause' will bring them greater happiness. So we see the human error. The less knowledge we have the less ability we will have to see what actions will bring us happiness and which actually lead to misery. Can we now see why the Gospel of Jesus Christ is the power of God unto the salvation of men? It teaches us how to be celestial beings! A fullness if joy comes to those who have become saints through the blood of the Lamb AND whose actions have been just according to the laws and dictates of God. The Gospel of Jesus Christ is essential to our happiness because it teaches us in what manner we must act to be happy! Simple as that! Connecting the two, knowledge and virtue that is, is exactly what Joseph Smith did when he revealed that a man is saved no faster then he can gain knowledge, and a man cannot be saved in ignorance. Like music to my soul! Know good and act good. Also Socrates introduced the concept of the soul as the center of our intelligence and character. Beautiful, just beautiful. The two must important things we have, centered in the only part of us that is immortal. Now I've just begun reading about Plato but he seems promising. First he believed ( as do I ) that our souls existed before they came to our bodies and in that pre-mortal existence they were taught about the Forms or essence of all things. Forms being a type of perfect infrastructure for something. These Forms having originated and now exist in the mind of God. He believed that we lived with and we taught by God before we existed physically!!! Sound familiar to any of you Mormons? I'm just giddy with excitement! He also taught that there is a class to these forms, that some envelop others but all come under one Form. The Form of Good, which is God. Do you see what this implies? We are constantly judging things and rating them. For example 'that's ugly!' or in other words 'this is less beautiful then that' so object one has less beauty then another. It more closely resembles the Form or essence of Beauty and is, therefore, more beautiful. Now to say that they all fall under the same head of the Form of Good is to say that everything in this physical world which resembles one or multiple Forms (which is everything) is based on Good. Positive not negative. So people are not 'cowards', they just resemble the essence of Courage less. People are not 'mean' they are just displaying less Kindness. Now this might seem to some of you hard core people that is is just one of those 'everyone is a winner' statements, but let me say, we are all children of God are we not? Then yes we are all winners because of the potential that lies within each of us. Now just as an artist can help a piece of canvas more closely resemble the essence of Beauty with a few strokes of his brush so can our Father in Heaven help us more closely resemble the essence of Good which He is. The Atonement of Christ is the paint brush medium that He uses for that purpose! Isn't it great to see how this all fits together? Well I hope that my powers of expression are good enough to present this all in an understandable way. I'm grateful for inspired men who share with us their God given knowledge.
I was going to share my scriptural insights but I basically have in my philosophy discourse.

Please if I was off on anything of if you have any comments feel free to contact me or email me and let me know! I'd love to hear from you!

The Beautiful Provo YSA 35th ward

     I got an iPhone this week and let me say this this is just absolutely amazing! There is so much that you can do with it! You know I was thinking about it and the amazing technology that we have today (like the iPhone) have changed us from people who study and memorize and learn to people who just simply need to know how to asked the right question and google it! Honestly if ever I have a question I don't need to go to the library, check out a book that talks about the subject the read it, alls I have to do is simple type it into the search bar on safari and choose which site I want to get the answer from. Really, it makes life so much easier. Other exciting things this week: my parents are celebrating their 25th wedding anniversary this week with a cruise to some beach with hot white sand and shady palm trees. Last I heard from them they both were sick trying to get their sea legs but optimistic that it would turn out alright. Bless them. Also happy birthday to little shelder roony the lad turns 18 today, officially an adult yet still not viewed as responsible enough for the perks of being 21. So maybe not quite an adult but closer to an adult then a child.
     Today was the first Sunday in my new ward the BYU 35th ward covering the Yorktown and Madison buildings in liberty square. It was funny to watch people. Of course is didn't know anyone in the ward so I got the chance to quietly sit by myself and observe everyone else. Super interesting. I highly recommend it for anyone that feels they have a boring life. It was like being at the state fair auction. All these marriage hopefulls running around sniffing out the new fresh meat that they be around for the next 9 months. What I really found interesting was the selling points that people would try to use , I guess you can learn a lot about people by observing how they put their best foot forward. There was a couple of young gentlemen sitting just before me in sacrament meeting who both had a set of pipes. Every time we would begin a hymn they would raise their voices high above all the others and with a sweet harmony serinat the young women sitting around them. Lucky for them they had really good voices and after each song the same couple of girls would turn around and remind them of how amazing their voices were. At then end of the meeting I even heard on of these twitterpated girls reserve the seat just in front of them for the rest of the semester! Other selling points are for the most part able to be catagorized under the following heads, flashy dress and appearance, relations, catchy humor ( this was usually the best to observe because more often then not it was the most butchered and awkward) and the ever Mormon unique spirituality, who can have the best comment in Sunday school?

     Any guesses on the topics for the bishopric as they spoke today? Yup that's right! Marrage, the wife's talked about meeting their dream men and the husbands talking about how stupid they were for delaying the proposal because they wanted to enjoy the bachelor life. It was cool to see all the poor women's hearts melt during the sisters stories then seeing the brothers either nod in agreement or stare at the floor according to what point the bishop was making. Apparently the idea of being this too cool for school bachelor is a really popular idea among the men in our ward. Little do they know that when that pretty little thing smiles their way it will be game over for their plan.

Single wards are great!

Brighton

19/08/2012

A while back I gave a shout out to  pesto on my blog and now I feel like another shout out to a great little fruit that makes kitchen life so much better. Key limes. Wonderful little inventions they are. A squeeze of one of these can make an old dry piece of meat a great burrito filler. I also have found that slicing a handful of them in half and  dropping them into your water bottle for the day can really improve things. Key limes make me happy. So recent stories from my life... Well I think that the most exciting things that have happened recently have to be the times I've got to spend with the Nicholls family. So for those who are out of the loop I meet the Nicholls while I was serving in the Basildon ward in the England London Mission. I spent six months in that area and eat at their house every other Sunday. Also they were gracious enough to invite me and Elder Potts over for a wonderful Christmas day. Martin is also the bishop of the ward there so we were privileged to spend extra time with him doing the Lords work. They are absolutely some of the most wonderful people I have ever met. Going to their home was like a bit of fresh air at times. Anyhow we went to the Brigham City Temple open house yesterday. It was stunning! Only the best for the Lord right? I am so grateful to be part of a temple building people. I'm just grateful that we understand the significance of a temple! I have made it a habit to attend the temple weekly and this is one of the greatest way for me to keep a more long term perspective. I can not say that every time I go I receive an earth shattering revelation or learn something magnificent but I do feel different. I feel a peace that surpasses any other substitute peace. Its hard to describe but I feel the assurance that there IS something greater out there and that the covenants that we make through the priesthood will help us to obtain it. I feel there that families are eternal. I just love the temple. So work is going great for me! I'm starting to pick up a little bit of Spanish here and there. Also I'm just about accustomed to the physical demands of the job. Its really funny the tan lines that I am developing because of my personal protection equipment. From my check bones up my face is a lighter shade because of the safety sunglasses and hardhat that I am required to wear and also my hand are a shade lighter then my arms because I have to wear gloves. I think I'm just a funny sight to behold! I've learned a few good things about landscaping that might prove to be useful one day when I own my own city and have to plant trees on the side of the freeway. Well I took a look at the syllabus for the class I will be starting tomorrow, not exactly what I expected! I guess I have forgotten what is expected from you as a student. You have to study the text book, read the teachers commentary, have discussions with classmates, formulate your own ideas about it, write essays, and take exams. I can not believe I paid money for the opportunity to do this. I did decided earlier this week that I did not want to dig ditches for the rest of my life but its beginning to look like that will be the easier option! But as Elder Holland has said you might find on the Highway to Hell the chamber of horrors banner 'welcome to the ethics of ease'. Well the easy course isn't ever really the best one so I guess I'll just have to tighten up my belt, put my thinking cap on and go to work! Its just hard for me to fully imagine that I have to take at least three times as many classes as this for at least four more years! And they say this is the best time of my life... Well you got to start somewhere I guess right? Last Sunday I taught the Elders quorum lesson, well I didn't really teach I just kinda oversaw and directed a great conversation between the class. The topic was about maintaining spirituality as a student in this world. It was amazing how much the "little things" such as prayer and scripture study can help accomplish this. I had an interesting thought which i shared with the class. I feel that all to often we approach prayer as a drug addict may approach his next hit. We will have a deep craving, pray till we feel the God's love, then almost in an instant leave and come down from our high until our next wave of withdrawals hit. It doesn't have to be like this! We all can order our lives so that we can live in an environment of the spirit! This is one of the foremost goals of my life. You know they say that those who are found standing in holy places will be spared at the last day. If we can live in an environment mental and/or physical where the spirit can reside the we will be found in a holy place. i guess these holy places are not always chapels, temples and homes but mentalities and life styles that are arrived at by living the standards of the gospel and following the teachings of Christ. I'm definitely not perfect at it, but the idea of living like this is very appealing to me and I hope that one day I can arrive at it.