“The Son of Man Hath Descended Below Them All, Art Thou Greater Than He?”

My first area in California was in Palo Alto, and included at least part of the campus of Stanford University.  We often went onto campus on our P-days to visit such places as the Rodin Sculpture Garden and the Memorial Church (which we called the "great and spacious building").  The latter was an impressive structure and has been called "the University's architectural crown jewel."  Among the many architectural features of the church there are inscribed on the interior walls many inspirational quotes.  On one particular P-day I noticed the following quote, and was so inspired that I wrote in down:

"There are but few on earth free from cares, none but carry burdens of sorrow, and if all were asked to make a package of their troubles, and throw this package on a common pile, and then were asked to go and choose a package which they were willing to bear, all would select their own package again.  Your heartaches may be great, burdens heavy, but look about you, and with whom would you change?"

I have written before that the first four months of my mission were difficult, that it appeared that the Lord had something else on the agenda besides teaching and baptizing.  At the time my mother wrote me several letters that were helpful.  Among the thoughts she wrote were these:

“Know that the Lord will not permit you to have more problems than you can deal with.  Be confident because of your faith in him. . . . Lean on the Lord. Trials can help you come closer to him.” 

“I will have to inform you that trials (or ‘opposition in all things’) continue for life, so be prepared. Your attitude will get you through.” 

“People are always moving around and doing new things. The Lord knows you and what’s in your heart and will do right by you.”

She also quoted Dr. Scott Peck from The Road Less Traveled: “Once we truly understand that life is difficult – once we truly understand it and accept it then life is no longer difficult. Because once it is accepted, the fact that life is so difficult no longer matters. Life is a series of problems.”

The Prophet Joseph Smith once said that “The things of God are of deep import and time and experience and careful and ponderous and solemn thoughts can only find them out.”  He knew whereof he spoke because he had spent time and gained experience in Liberty Jail.  There he received a revelation in which the Lord listed many awful things that could happen to him and that these things would give him experience and be for his good.  Then He said, “The son of man hath descended below them all, art thou greater than he?”

Adversity is a fact of life, it is how we learn and grow so that we can become like our Heavenly Father if we submit ourselves to Him.  Sometimes we face intense challenges that are of a relatively short duration, such as what happened on Omaha Beach on D-Day, the Sixth of June 1944.  Other times we may face less intense challenges, but of a longer duration, such as the fighting in the hedgerows of Normandy after D-Day.  Sometimes, with little rest we may go from our Omaha Beach and into the hedgerows.
 

Some trials may affect us our entire lives.  On July 24, 1985, my mother collapsed at home due to a brain tumor; though she lived, the surgery to remove the tumor effectively cost her her short term memory.  At the time she was very near the completion of her college degree.  After recovering she went back to school only to experience great difficulty.  She wrote me about one particular episode:

 “I just learned something new that I think will really help me.  My patriarchal blessing tells me over and over that I will influence people for good.  I haven’t been too effective at home, my Relief Society teaching is likely at an end, etc.  In my Spanish 4 and 5 class, however, they interviewed me and found I’d had a brain tumor.  They thought that meant I’d had cancer.  They think I’m a class heroine.  When I checked out of Spanish 5 (I could see that I couldn’t go on and get my B.A. without the ability to memorize), they wrote cards and called to get me to come back.  They saw me as someone who was persisting with life despite difficulties and I was a positive influence to them.  Sometimes we don’t understand the Lord’s reasoning or his timetable and we become discouraged, but there is hope in the future.  If you get discouraged, just remember your old mother got discouraged, too, before she saw answers.”

My mother did not get her degree even though she was just a few credits short of graduation.  In addition to her fellow students, my mother helped me through the trials I experienced on my mission.  I have referred to those two years as the University of My Life.  I learned more in those two years than at any other time in my life.  My mother helped me to learn some of those lessons.

A Return to Character and Integrity

A 2006 Gallup Poll showed that 80 percent of Americans rated the moral condition of our country as fair or poor and thought it was worsening.  Recent events may have served to highlight the decline in America's moral condition, and there are already calls for more rules and regulations.  While new laws may be appropriate, by themselves they will not be enough; even the greatest of walls can be undermined by a lack of character and integrity.

The Great Wall of China was supposed to be impenetrable, yet during the first hundred years of its existence, China was invaded three times. The wall was never torn down, nor was it scaled by invading armies; instead gatekeepers allowed the invaders to enter after accepting a bribe.  The Chinese had banked on the physical integrity of the formidable stone walls but had overlooked the moral integrity of their soldiers.

It is not the intent of this blog to argue politics.  Rather, it is my desire here to reiterate the importance of character and integrity.  Even missionaries can struggle with issues of character and integrity as they seek to serve God with all their heart, might, mind and strength, and with an eye single to His glory.  It is often said that 20 percent of missionaries do 80 percent of the work while 80 percent do 20 percent of the work -- I always thought the split was more like 90-10. Many missionaries also struggle to live the mission rules; some may find specific rules difficult or even pointless, still others think it is cool to break the rules.

As with the Chinese and their soldiers, our first line of defense is not the "walls" of commandments, rules or laws, but is rather our personal integrity and character.  Character underpins our humanity; ultimately it defines us as individuals and has a significant impact on motivation and performance.  Indeed, character is the foundation of all decision-making.

Integrity is a vital component of an individual's character; the word comes from the Latin integritas, which referred to the quality of a Roman Legionnaire's armor.  With integrity, all was possible in battle and all was whole.  Absent integrity, there was vulnerability; indeed, there would be a "disintegrity" or disintegration.

We might also consider the barges which the brother of Jared was commanded to build, they were to be "tight like unto a dish" or "watertight."  In discussing how effectively watertight a ship or submarine is they use the term "watertight integrity."  If all of the hatches and openings are closed to the sea, and if all the hatches to the interior compartments are closed and dogged shut, then the watertight integrity is good.  If even one hatch or opening is left open it can doom a submarine.  In May 1939, the submarine USS Squalus sank to the bottom of Long Island Sound when her main induction valve -- which drew in air for the engines when on the surface -- was stuck open.  Quick action by the crew prevented the forward compartments from flooding, allowing 33 men to be rescued.

It seems, however, that no matter how strong we are, or how much character and integrity we have, there is always room for improvement.  No matter how much we have learned or how much we have progressed, we are still human and continue to fall short of perfection because of our weaknesses and inadequacies.  There is clearly a gap between reality and the ideals we strive to live by.  We strive, we stretch, we reach, and still we fall short.

The Lord said to Moroni that He gives us weaknesses so that we may be humble; He also said that "my grace is sufficient for all men that humble themselves before me; for if they humble themselves before me, and have faith in me, then will I make weak things become strong unto them.”  This is open to all of us; if we come unto Him he will show us our weaknesses, and if we humble ourselves before Him and exercise faith in Him, He will lift us with His grace and make "weak things become strong". If we desire to increase the strength of our character and integrity, we need only come unto Christ and humble ourselves.
 
Moroni's father, Mormon, has told us how we can every good thing, which would include character and integrity.  The recipe is simple: Faith, Hope and Charity.  If we come unto Christ, humble ourselves and have faith in him, that we might be lifted by his grace, then we must have hope, and if we have faith and hope, then we must have charity.  Charity is the pure love of Christ, it endures forever, and without it we are nothing.

To have charity means that we have patience, that we are kind, that we do not envy others, that we are not prideful, that we do not put ourselves ahead of everyone else, that we are slow to get angry, and that instead of striking back when someone hits us that we turn the other cheek.  Having Charity means that we rejoice in truth, that we shun evil, that we are humble and submissive to our parents and our Heavenly Father, and that we have faith and hope.  Having charity means that we to love as Jesus loves.

Mormon counseled us that when we pray that we should pray to be filled with this love.  It is never too early to start, and we should continue to pray that we may continue to be filled with charity, that we may be purified and that we may truly be like Jesus.  We must be careful to always have faith and hope, and to always pray and study the scriptures, so that we may never lose this charity once we have been filled with it.

If we are filled with charity, then might our character and integrity be strong, then might we be watertight.  But there are still threats to our integrity.  Some of the worst things that happen to us are the things we do to ourselves; the doubts we entertain, the grudges that we carry, the habits we pick up and the sins we commit.  We may also become prideful; we may ignore reality and say that we have achieved the ideal, even as we continue to fall short.  Or we may forget the ideal, saying that it is too hard to achieve, so why even try?  We must be ever vigilant, we must be meek and lowly in heart, and we must pray always.

The good news is that the Atonement is there for us, even if our failings are not great sins. There will always be the the opportunity to humble ourselves and have faith in Christ and to be lifted by His grace.

Never Bash, Part II

I know it can be fun to have a serious discussion or debate, but I see little value in bashing or what seems to pass for political discourse these days.  When I first arrived in California, there was a lot of talk about how everything we did as missionaries should be based on love and sincerity.  We were supposed to love our contacts and investigators and use sincerity as persuasion.  At some point I started telling my investigators not to take my word for anything.  It is the spirit that converts and I wanted them to seek a witness from God.

While it might be fun to prove people wrong, it is in fact not so easy.  Even if you manage to do it, it accomplishes very little.  In my experience, those who are not ready to hear your message will simply ignore it when you have managed to prove them wrong.  They will either continue to insist that they are right, or they will just change the subject.  Those who are ready to hear your message will not need to have you prove them wrong as they will be receptive to what you are saying and the answers you give for their concerns.

My first near-bash situation occurred on a P-day when I had been out just over two months.  After playing basketball at the stake center in Menlo Park that morning we had gone over to the apartment for the two elders who were assigned to that area.  We were still in our sweats or street cloths when there was a knock on the door; on the doorstep were a pair of Jehovah's Witnesses.  My fellow missionaries pretended to be students at nearby Stanford University.

One elder asked them if they were Mormons and after saying no they proceeded to rip on the church.  They told us that Mormons believed Jesus was God, that they believed in the Holy Trinity, and that they didn’t believe in the Bible.  I went along and pretended to have talked with some Mormon missionaries and said that they told me Mormons believed in God the Father, the Son Jesus Christ, and the Holy Ghost.  I was interrupted as one of them said that the Mormons did not and then she said that God and the Holy Ghost are the same person.

It was at this point that we confessed that we were, in fact, Mormon missionaries.  I said that we had gone tracting the day before and we had our Bibles with us, but they still said that we did not believe in the Bible.  I noticed a Bible on a table nearby, picked it up and turned to John 15:26: “But when the Comforter is come, whom I will send unto you from the Father, even the Spirit of truth, which proceedeth from the Father, he shall testify of me.”  One of the J-Dubs, who I guess was the senior of the two, countered that God and the Holy Ghost are the same person and that the spirit is only the force used by God (May the force be with you).

I responded by turning the page back to John 14:26: “But the Comforter, which is the Holy Ghost, whom the Father will send in my name, he shall teach you all things, and bring all things to your remembrance, whatsoever I have said unto you” (emphasis added).  “Whom” would denote a separate person.  She pulled out her New World Translation which changed “whom” to “which.”  Now, I wasn’t trying to bash, but rather I was trying to present a scripture to support my beliefs.  I then tried to steer into the Joseph Smith story but they kept interrupting me.  The other three elders in the room, however, were trying to bash, which didn’t help at all.

The discussion then went to the question of authority from God before going to where they got the right to change the Bible.  I said something about the King James Version being a direct translation from the Greek which meant that was how Christ phrased it originally as recorded by John, which successfully got us back to 14:26.  But from there the discussion spiraled out of control.  One of the ladies, who I guess was the junior of the two, kept telling me that we didn’t believe in the Bible.  I turned the book I had just quoted from so she could see the spine, “See, the Holy Bible, King James Version.”  I had to say it three times.

I would suggest that the approach these Jehovah’s Witnesses took is an example of how not to do missionary work (generally, I would say that how the J-Dubs proselyte is an example of what not to do).  I don't want to cast aspersions as I did not know these people personally, rather I want to focus on actions and methods (tactics).  Their attitude was all wrong as they called us to repentance; sincerity and love are much more effective.  Additionally, we do not have the power to prove our words, that is the job of the Holy Ghost.

As they left, the junior of the two turned and said “When the day of destruction arrives and Jehovah is come, and you are destroyed, just remember that we warned you!”  I could not resist firing right back, “And you just remember that we warned you.”  Then they ran into the owner of the apartment who told them that he had once looked into the Jehovah’s Witnesses.  Right away they condemned him to Hell.  Wow.

This did not turn out to be a complete waste of time if only because I did learn something about teaching with love and sincerity -- not to mention the futility of bashing.  Other than that. . . .

Never Bash, Always Testify

My father once told me a story from his time on active duty service in the Navy.  His brother had shook his hand and told him just before getting on the bus to “Keep the Word of Wisdom.”  Many months later he was tempted to smoke a cigarette; he had even purchased a pack from a vending machine.  As he was about to open the pack and light up, he heard his brother’s voice, “Keep the Word of Wisdom.”  He threw the pack up onto the roof of some building and walked away.

Just before I boarded the plane to San Jose, California, my brother shook my hand and said, “Never leave your companion.”  Recalling the story above, I thought this was probably the most important thing my brother could tell me.  Of course, when I got to my first area I found I was fortunate if I could just see my companion, way out ahead, as we rode our bikes.  Once we got stuck on opposite sides of an intersection when the light went red after he had gone through.

A few years later, after returning home and getting married, I saw my new brother in law off on his mission.  Before he boarded the plane I shook his hand and said, "Never leave your companion, and don't let anyone intimidate you."  Just a few years ago my nephew left on his mission; I shook his hand and said, "Never leave your companion, don't let anyone intimidate you, never bash and always testify."  I forgot to add, "cultivate the spirit."

Bashing, be it Bible bashing or any other kind, is a complete waste of time.  Though it is important for a missionary to have a strong familiarity with the scriptures, it doesn't matter how well he knows them in a bashing situation.  Missionaries are unlikely  to convince their antagonists, no matter how expert their use of the scriptures might be.  Bashing does not open minds, and it is the spirit which converts.  Additionally, missionaries who rely on their own knowledge and ability, rather than on the spirit, may be setting themselves up for a fall.

The futility of bashing was clearly revealed one night in my first area; I had been out just over three months and was with my fourth companion.  We were walking into our apartment complex when we encountered a group of Born Agains, one of whom started ripping on us and the church.  We tried to answer his questions calmly, but every time we had an effective answer, the ringleader just changed the subject.  At first we talked about the resurrection and our belief that our bodies will be perfect.  As we got going the ringleader could see that he was in trouble, so he shifted to asking how we are saved.  I answered, “By believing that Christ is our Savior, by repenting of our sins and by being baptized.”

The ringleader said that we did not need to be baptized and we countered that it was an ordinance, that Jesus was baptized and that we need to follow his example.  He challenged that by using the scriptures and asked us if we needed to be lifted up on a cross to die and be raised up on the third day because Jesus did.  But we countered that argument and the minute we started making headway he again changed the subject, this time to the Book of Mormon.  He said it was false and that “no man could add to the Bible.”  He said that he had read parts of it and knew it was not true.  He said that Joseph Smith was a thrill seeker.

When he changed the subject from baptism I just stopped talking, I knew it would do no good.  Just before that my companion stopped me as I was about to say something.  Finally the group had had enough thrill seeking, actually they weaseled out when they could see that they were not getting to us.  The ring leader tried to make himself look good by saying that if we had any guts we would attend a revival meeting -- the location of which turned out to be outside of our zone.

In future near-bash situations, as I called them, I would try to find something that might help open the mind of the person we were talking with, but then I would try to steer the discussion to a point where I could bear testimony.  Testifying invited the spirit, and if anything was going to make a difference in these situations it was the spirit.  Either our antagonists would be touched by the spirit, or they would not be.  The Lord's sheep will hear and recognize His voice.

Sometimes, though, you know you're going to get thrashed and the only thing you can do is take it.  The best thing to do in those situations is get it over with as quickly as possible.  That is basically what my companion and I did in the story I related above.  Fortunately, for me anyway, these thrashings were rare; in all but a few situations I was at least able to bear testimony.  The best way to strengthen a testimony is to bear it so, if nothing else, at least I would get something out of it.

A Witness from the Spirit

As I wrote yesterday,things were extremely slow in my first area. It was four months before I was able to teach a full first discussion. A couple of days later I was transferred to my second area. At first the work picked up with my new companion, but it soon slowed and we found ourselves going to a members home to watch TV every few days. I was badly discouraged and suffering from a confidence problem.

I had already had some run-ins with folks from other churches who wanted to bash, but what really shook me was when we tracted into a Jehovah’s Witness who did not want to bash.  Instead, this lady used love and sincerity and ended up teaching us instead of the other way around.  After we left her home I found myself wondering how she could be so happy when she did not have the truth while I was so miserable when I did have the truth.

I have long since learned that God accepts all sincere expressions of faith.  Other churches have some truths, and if those truths are enough to make the members of those churches happy, who am I to argue?  As a missionary I only sought to add to the truths that others had, and searched for those who were ready to accept them.

In any case, while I had read The Book of Mormon, by now three times, and had seen my faith increase, and had thought at least that I knew the church to be true, now I was in yet another crisis.  I decided to pray that night and seek a witness from the spirit.  Before going to bed, I re-read Moroni’s Promise.  Then I turned out the light and got down on my knees.

I started with just a normal prayer, but then I stopped and tried to say what was in my heart.  I found it difficult at first, but at length the words did come.  I talked about my confusion and told my Heavenly Father of my desire to know if the Church is true.  Then I asked if the Church was true, and I felt nothing.  I cannot say that I really felt anything at all.  I again explained my desire and the reasons behind it before asking a second time.  “Father, I ask thee in the name of Jesus Christ is the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints the only true and living church upon the face of the whole earth?"  Again, I felt nothing.

Now I began to plead.  “Father, please,” I said, “I need to know.”  Then I said that I perhaps needed an answer a bit more clear than others might.  I asked a third time, and again I felt nothing.  The tears welled in my eyes as I thought the answer to be no.  Oh, how much I prayed that the Church was true.  I wanted it to be so very much and I told my Heavenly Father so.  The tears began to flow and for several minutes, or so it seemed, I could only cry.  Then thoughts began to flood my mind that I had wasted four and a half months there in California; that I had wasted the previous 19 years.  Not knowing what to do I closed my prayer asking for knowledge and then crawled into bed.

The tears continued to flow and I wondered what it was that I should do, for I thought that I was serving a false church.  How could I continue to do so for another eighteen months or so until it was time to go home?  I cried and I cried.  “Why couldn’t it be true?”  But there was something in me that fought back saying, “No Elder Cox, the Church is true, you know it is!”  I guess that it was the desire of wanting the Church to be true, and perhaps my love of the gospel and its message.  The tears continued to flow.  “Oh, why couldn’t it be true?”

Then something whispered to me, “Elder Cox, ask again.”  My desire that the Church be true won out.  I looked to heaven and my heart cried out, “Is the Church true Father, it is true?”  Then it happened, my feelings of pain and sorrow fled and a new feeling of peace entered my heart.  It was a warm feeling, and it was as if someone had lit a match in a darkened room.  The feeling comforted my aching heart; all tears and sorrow melted away.  That small feeling brought such great joy to me and all my burdens disappeared.  My heart cried, “It is true, it is true!  Thank you Father, thank you for answering my prayer.”  As I said this the feeling grew stronger and stronger.

I think that maybe the Lord wanted to test my sincerity and faith.  The Lord did answer my prayers, but it was not an immediate answer.  I asked Him four times if the Church was true, and it was only after the fourth time that I received my answer, and only, I think, because I had expressed such a sincere desire that the Church be true.  I think that sometimes we expect answers to be immediate, and they do not always come so quickly.  Sometimes it takes a while, as well as great sincerity and faith.

I know that the Church is true; that the Book of Mormon is the word of God; that Joseph Smith was a prophet of God; and that President Thomas S. Monson is the Lord’s prophet today.  This does not eliminate the need for faith, for I do not have a perfect knowledge of all things.  But these things I know, because I received a witness by the power of the Holy Ghost in answer to my prayer.

Now I had something rock solid to build on.  I had received a witness from the spirit and what greater witness could I have than from God?  I could say as Joseph Smith did of his vision in the Sacred Grove that I experienced what I had experienced and who am I to withstand God?  I had felt that burning within; I knew it and I knew that God knew it, and I could not deny it.

Then, a few weeks later, with yet another new companion at my side, something amazing happened.  We tracted into this couple, had a two hour teach and set up a return appointment.  When we went back I saw a tall stack of books by the husband’s chair, and I knew right then that we were in trouble.

After answering all the question and issues they brought up, or at least trying to, I started to bear my testimony.  I related the experience I had just had a few weeks earlier and bore the sweetest and most powerful testimony I could.  The wife got so upset at one point that she almost threw their copy of the Book of Mormon at me.  I think it was because I had said that until they had read the book and prayed about it they could not tell me that it was not true.  They tried to refute my testimony by saying that I had merely convinced myself.  I told the story again and the spirit was so strong it almost consumed me.  After we left, we got into our car to return to our flat.  My companion paused, looked at me and said that I was amazing.

But it wasn’t me, it was the spirit.  As a person of few words, I had been given many words with which to testify of the truth.  My weakness had become strong unto me.  I can still be very quiet, but when talking about a subject I know a lot about, or when bearing testimony, I can find the words, and even more, I can speak with power.  I am not telling you this to brag, for again, at least when I am discussing the gospel and bearing testimony, it is the spirit, and it is because I have tried to humble myself and have faith in Jesus Christ.  I can testify to the truthfulness of Ether 12:27, but not just from my own experience, but because of the transformations I saw in others.

Into Every Life Rain Must Fall . . . or, Lost in Paradox . . . or, Compelled to be Humble

After eight months in my stake's missionary prep program, I thought I was so prepared that I would take the mission field by storm.  My three weeks in the MTC seemed to reinforce my expectations as much of the teaching in class was on the first two discussions which I had already learned and taught in mock discussions.  While I tried to help the elders in my district, I think that I may have been a bit overbearing at times.  I once passed a note to my companion, as he was teaching, telling him to sit on the edge of his seat as I had been taught to do; never mind that because of his rather large girth this might not have been feasible for him.

While I was very confident about doing missionary work, I didn't have much confidence in anything else.  I could play the part well, I thought, but off stage I still had the same doubts about myself that I had in high school.  I tried to be outgoing in the MTC, to get a long with my companion, but things went badly wrong as I demonstrated my lack of social skill.  I said something terrible to a sister missionary, as an attempt at playful humor, because I just didn't have a clue.  But the biggest mistake I made was disagreeing with my companion in front of other people.

My companion was called after the first week to be an acting district leader for a new group of missionaries.  As his companion I went to the same meetings he went to, and knew what he knew.  When we met the new missionaries and he briefed them on what to expect, he said that their MTC district was named for the city which would be their first area in the mission field.  I didn't know where that came from, and suddenly shy, quiet Elder Cox burst out with “No it won't.”

This was an example of a curious paradox.  I was shy and quiet, and yet occasionally I would blurt something out -- I could point to several examples from my school days.  Now I had done it again, but this was worse because I had contradicted him in front of others, I had embarrassed him.  Later he confronted me and the only thing I could think to do was explain why he was wrong.  Still later he approached me to apologize, and by then I had realized what I had done, but though I should have been the one to apologize I suddenly could say nothing.  My companion then gave up on the companionship.
 

After the MTC I was no doubt even more reserved than usual when I arrived in my first area.  I wasn't outgoing at all, and my trainer had a big problem with that.  I was more than willing to work, in fact I was quite eager to do so, but I didn't say much outside of the door approaches I did when we were tracting – we didn't have anyone to teach, so he never had a chance to see me teach.  Then my trainer got sick and the work fell off.   To top it off, I allowed myself to feel intimidated by my trainer.

In one companionship inventory I asked if my quiet personality was a problem and my trainer went off on me.  He said that if I was quiet and didn’t talk to members that they would think I was not excited about the gospel and didn’t want to teach and therefore members wouldn’t want me to teach their friends.  But he was just getting started.  He said that if we didn't love ourselves we were sinning; he said that we were supposed to think that we were the greatest person in the world

He said that leaders had asked him how things were going and he would say that he didn't know because he didn't get any feedback from me.  He then said that his only good companion had been his trainer, that the three or four since had all been bad.  He said a lot of things -- I had to be this, this and this, period -- but this should give you an idea of what he was ranting about.

As I noted above, I was probably being even more reserved than usual because of what happened in the MTC, and I have to admit I didn't give detailed answers when he asked how I was doing those rare times we were out working.  I tried to say that I was doing the best I could, in the face of my trainer's charges against me but, honestly, I probably wasn't doing the best I could.  The simple reality was that I was not a talker, and I wasn't going to become one in the next few weeks.

I had issues, no doubt, but I strongly questioned much of what my trainer said. Specifically, the idea of thinking we were the greatest person in the world was a bit over the top. While we should love ourselves and have self confidence, he seemed to be taking it too far -- into the area of pride President Ezra Taft Benson would warn about in an upcoming General Conference talk. My trainer didn't have a very good attitude; as noted he felt most of his companions had been bad, and now he had problems with me.  Additionally, he was stuck in a very slow area; we didn't have anyone to teach because he had baptized the one person he had been teaching just before my arrival.

As for me, I think the Lord had decided I needed to be humbled.  Things didn't get better when, after two months, my trainer was transferred.  At first it seemed that my next companion and I would get along, but the slowness of our area quickly took its toll on him.  After a couple of weeks he suddenly discovered this need to "find" himself.  Of course, the best way to find yourself on a mission is to forget yourself and go to work.  At other times on my mission I was able to take full advantage of losing myself in the work, but while still in my first area my companion had other ideas.

The Lord, meanwhile, clearly had other things on the agenda than teaching and baptizing.  At the end of four months I finally had the opportunity to teach a full discussion, and the next week I got transferred. My second area would be better, but there were still challenges ahead.  Some companions are blessings, but others are trials.  Sometimes it is we ourselves that need to be taught and converted. Missions are not easy, but they get better or worse depending completely on our attitude  -- whatever we do, don't be a Wally complaining geek.

I should note here, however, that around Christmas time my trainer sent me a card in which he apologized and said that he had learned some things from our two months together and I would later tell him that I had been holding back.  While I was still in my first area, I sent a note to my MTC companion, finally apologizing for all I had done. Meanwhile, my "lost" companion would eventually find himself and finish his mission as an assistant to the mission president.  In the end I became friends with each of these companions.

 

KISS: Keep It Simple Stupid

When I went on my mission, I thought I was well prepared in certain areas.  I thought I had learned a lot of things while still in high school, but it turned out that there were some lessons I had to go on a mission to learn.

I have always had a quiet personality -- in the age old nature vs nurture debate I actually think it was a bit of both.  I was born quiet, in fact my mother told me more than once that I was so quiet in the womb (in the days before ultrasound technology) that she thought I would be girl.  But my quiet personality was reinforced by experiences I had growing up; it often seemed safer to keep my mouth shut.  I did not have many friends growing up, and I was often made fun of.

I know what it is like to feel like an outcast, but I also know what it is like to have many wonderful friends.  Starting with my junior year in high school I was blessed with many friends.  I had wanted so badly to be accepted -- and I was! Yet I doubted myself; I doubted that I was really anything special, that I was anything but plain, quiet and even boring. Friends have told me that I was a “nice guy,” that I was thoughtful and kind, with a sense of humor and a smile for others when they needed one.  I was viewed as a person of value, even great value, and I was loved, yet still I doubted myself.

A month before graduation, I started attending a missionary prep program put on by my stake.  I would attend this program for eight months with meetings on Sunday mornings and Tuesday nights, plus many opportunities to teach mock discussions to members.  My older brother was one of the teachers, which was a great blessing to me.

In August (after three months), however, I faced a bit of a crisis.  The adversary was hitting me pretty hard, trying to discourage me from serving a mission, and many times I left Missionary Prep discouraged.  I wasn't sure if I had the spirit with me as I taught those mock discussions and I was also having a hard time putting into practice what I was learning.

At one Tuesday night meeting, my brother raised a particular objection and I fumbled through an answer that had previously been taught to us.  When I finished, my brother said “Excuse me?”  That was a definite hit on my struggling confidence.

A friend who was in the program with me, and with whom I had taught a few mock discussions, told me that I taught so much with the spirit.  But I still wasn't sure, in fact I was in awe of how well he taught.  This guy had such a command of the first two discussions that he had many thoughts of his own to add to the principles being taught.

When my brother served his mission, the discussions were tightly scripted.  The missionaries had to read the presentation word for word, and they were even directed at certain points to "look up and smile."  New discussions were introduced by the time I was in Missionary Prep that allowed the missionaries a significant amount of flexibility.  As long as we covered the principles of the discussion we could put them in our own words and even expand on them, within reason.  Of course, we could also just repeat the principles word for word if we chose.  My understanding is that Preach My Gospel encourages even more flexibility.

In any case, I was making the mistake of comparing myself to someone else.  While I taught the principles more simply, that did not get in the way of having the spirit.  Sometimes simplicity is a good thing, hence the KISS principle: Keep It Simple Stupid.  In the final analysis, it is not flowery language or in-depth discussion that converts, it is the spirit.  As a missionary I viewed myself simply as a conduit to information, and I specifically told my investigators not to take my word for anything; instead they should ask God in prayer if what we taught them was true.
 
My pre-mission crisis ended at the first Tuesday night meeting in September.  As we were being taught that night, the spirit entered the room and I felt a mighty change come over me. I felt a calm assurance that I was learning and progressing and that all would be well if I continued to work hard.  The clouds parted and the sun shined through, it was such a wonderful feeling. 
 
Several weeks later, at another Tuesday night meeting, my brother raised the same objection that I had stumbled in answering back in August.  This time I did not fumble through the answer.  Instead I was clear and concise and even my brother was impressed.  But now I was starting to have another problem, I was becoming too confident.  In a few weeks I would be entering the MTC, and three weeks after that I expected to take the mission field by storm.

"Oh, it's hard to be humble, when you're perfect in every way."

When you start feeling that confident, duck.
 

On Being Called to Leadership . . . Or Not

On my first Friday night in the MTC, my companion and one of the other elders in our room stayed up late talking about girls and popularity.  I had gone to bed at 10:30 as per the rules, but their talking kept me awake.  Then on Sunday morning, my companion and the other elders the room slept in; we did not have anything to do until our branch meeting at 8:40 and, of course, breakfast is not served on Sunday, at least it wasn't then.  Still, I had chosen to obey the rules and get out of bed at 6:00.

At our branch meeting, my companion was called to be an acting district leader for a new district arriving the following Wednesday.  After the branch meeting, we had Sacrament Meeting, during which I had trouble staying awake.  I confess to feeling a little bit disillusioned; I wrote in my journal that everything seemed backwards, and that I was “suffering bad.”

Then I remembered something my older brother had said in a  missionary prep class -- he was one of the teachers.  Sometimes things go this way, with the missionaries who obey the rules struggling while other, less obedient missionaries have success.  In the long run, however, the more obedient missionaries will be more blessed.  I was still feeling down, however, so I took a moment to say a silent prayer.  I prayed with much strength for guidance and things got better after that.

After our meetings we went back to our room where my companion and I must have had the longest companionship inventory ever.  We got to conflict resolution and just talked and talked, getting to know each other better.  As it would turn out, however, this was probably the high point of the three week companionship.  Still, I was doing better since I had prayed for guidance.  When in doubt, pray.

I suppose that I had some expectation of being called to leadership as I had held leadership positions in my Aaronic priesthood quorums.  I was secretary when a deacon, second counselor when a teacher, and first assistant when a priest.  But on my mission, I was never called into leadership; the highest position I attained was senior companion.  I was asked to give a talk once at a zone conference near the end of my mission and as I talked about working with unwearyingness, I mentioned that I had never been a district leader, a zone leader, or an A.P., and then I said, “Thank heavens.”  By then my perspective had changed; being a regular missionary allowed me to focus on the work without having to do the administrative stuff that goes along with leading a district or zone.

I had a zone leader once who argued that we should not measure success by leadership positions or even by how hard we worked, much less by baptisms.  Rather, we should measure success on a mission by the strength of our relationship with the Savior – which, by the way, can only be helped by hard work.  Consider that “when ye are in the service of your fellow beings, ye are only in the service of your God” and “how knoweth a man a master whom he hath not served.”  Missionaries have a wonderful opportunity to come to know their Savior as they serve him.

I had some wonderful leaders on my mission, and they helped me to become the best missionary that I could be.  The Lord has need of leaders, and if you are ever called to leadership it is because He sees the qualities of leadership, or at least  the potential for them, within you.  What it does not mean is that you are better, more obedient, or more successful than other missionaries.  Leadership is a responsibility rather than a validation.

Many great missionaries are never called to leadership; there are, after all, only so many leadership slots.  There were quite a few elders in my mission who I thought could have made great district, zone leaders or assistants to the president, but who were never called to those positions.  At one point my mission president created the position of traveling A.P., because he felt that he had four elders who would make great assistants but only two regular assistant positions (each of my first three zone leaders were called as A.P or traveling A.P.).

There were also some elders in my mission who were junior companions throughout their entire two years.  Some lacked a certain level of maturity while others were just lazy and disobedient.  I had one companion who fit the former profile -- I sent him home as his last comp.  He was a good guy and was willing to work as hard as his companions wanted to, but in some ways he was still twelve years old.  He managed to finish reading the Book of Mormon just once in his two years – when we found out we were near each other in book we bet a 2 liter bottle of soda on who could finish first.  I think he was a successful missionary and, while limited in some ways, he went home a better person.

For awhile on my mission I worried that I might not make senior companion, and I did end up taking longer than others.  But that was probably my fault as I waited several months before passing off the 60 odd scriptures we were supposed to memorize.  Don't do what I did, pass of the discussions in your first two months, memorize and pass off any scriptures you have to memorize, and do anything else you are required to do as quickly as you can – within your first four to six months at most.  Dot your “I”s and cross your “T”s early.

Numbers vs People

My nephew was challenged on his mission to have 30 teaching appointments in one week.  This struck me as a daunting task, but my nephew succeeded.  Such an impressive achievement requires a good sized teaching pool, something I never had. When you don't have much of a teaching pool, planning becomes rather simple: what streets are we going to tract, and how long are we going to be out tracting?

One companion and I talked about going an extra hour every day, which would add five hours to our weekly total of hours of teaching and tracting (mostly tracting).  We had been getting the mission standard of 25 hours somewhat easily and decided to stretch ourselves to do more.  After doing that one week, we decided to do it again the next.  Any teaching appointments we had were extra.

No matter what their weekly goals are, missionaries should always be striving to be exactly obedient; they should exercise faith, and remember to be humble, and good things will happen – if it is the Lord's will.  Why wouldn't it be?  Well, sometimes the Lord has something else on the agenda, something to teach lessons that a missionary needs to learn.  Sometimes a refining fire is on the agenda, rather than teaching and baptizing.  Of course, it is possible to have a refining fire and still teach and baptize, depending on the area, the mission, or any number of other factors.

It is good to set and reach goals, but sometimes missionaries give it their all and fall short because of factors beyond their control.  I have written before about the gap between reality and the ideal; how we often fall short because of our personal weaknesses and inadequacies, and how we can humble ourselves and have faith and be lifted by the grace of Christ.  I did not mention that we are not operating in a vacuum, that there are other people around us that also have weaknesses and inadequacies who are making choices that can have an impact on us.  Even when we fall short because of choices made by others, we can still be lifted by grace.

Some missionaries, and I might have been one of them, don't really like the focus on numbers.  Sometimes, it seems, missionaries get so caught up in reaching goals for high numbers that they forget that it’s not about the numbers, it’s about the investigators.  My nephew wrote about six steps to having 30 teaching appointments in a week, including having a large teaching pool, setting daily goals, intense planning, being exactly obedient and so on.  Well, I cringed just a little at the last part of his step 3: “Also, make each appointment and plan for each appointment to be 45 minutes or less.”

Most of the time “45 minutes or less” might make sense -- it is apparently recommended by Preach My Gospel -- but sometimes an investigator might need a little more time to understand the principles being taught in the lesson, and to have any other questions they might have answered.  If our focus is too much on reaching a goal for a high number of appointments, we might not give the investigator the time and attention that they need.  Sometimes we might set a goal and miss it because of the needs of the investigator.

Often during his ministry, Jesus would reach the end of his lesson and start moving on to the next thing, only to find that his listeners needed more.  When he visited the Nephites he taught them a discussion similar to the Sermon on the Mount found in the Gospel of Matthew; when he finished that, and a few other principles, he said it was time for him to go, but that he would return the next day.  But he stopped and looked at the people and saw that they were not ready for him to leave, so he decided to extend his stay
 
Missionaries should always be striving to be in tune with the spirit that they may have his direction.  You might think it is time to move on to the next appointment, or to get out and do some finding, but the spirit might tell you otherwise.  Too much focus on numbers may deny us the flexibility we need to listen to the spirit and give the investigators the time and attention that they need.  People are not numbers, and by taking the time for seemingly small and simple things we might feel we do not have time for, great things can be brought to pass.

On the other hand, some missionaries might extend an appointment longer than is necessary -- hence the 45 minute guideline.  They might do this to pad the number of hours they have teaching in a week, or to avoid tracting, which can often be discouraging.  One more hour teaching is one less hour knocking on doors.  But if missionaries have accomplished everything that is needed in an appointment, and they could be somewhere else, knocking on the door of someone who might be interested in their message, shouldn't they be on that doorstep?  Sure, they will get to that door soon enough, but they might miss the window of opportunity as that person is no longer home when they finally get there.

Too much focus on numbers can lead us to hurry too much the things that we do.  Slowing down can sometimes pay dividends.  In my second area we were out tracting one day and knocked on a door, despite a "no soliciting" sign.  When no one had answered the door after a reasonable period of time we started off for the next house.  My companion hurried off, but I stopped to close the gate to this yard.  Perhaps I could have done that faster, but if I had and had hurried to catch up with my companion, I likely would have not seen that the lady of the house had finally answered the door.

For whatever reason, I did not hurry, and I did see her answer the door.  I looked for my companion who was crossing a cross street and who suddenly realized I was not behind him.  He looked at me and I pointed to the lady who had answered the door, who I had already motioned at to wait.  Long story short, we taught her the first discussion that day, but we also taught her about priesthood blessings and offered to give her one as she had mentioned some health issues she was having.  A week later we called her to set up an appointment and asked her if she had been reading the copy of the Book of Mormon we had given to her; she said that she had and that she knew it was true.  A few weeks later she was baptized.

Now, let me be clear, I am not suggesting that missionaries should not accept the challenges of their mission's leadership.  They are the leaders and missionaries should always follow their counsel.  Missionaries should have faith that their leaders are inspired by the Lord in the counsel that they give.  If they issue a challenge to teach 30 appointments in one week, then the missionaries should indeed set a goal to do so and then give it everything they have to achieve it.  And maybe the week after reaching 30, they should try for 35.  I would simply add the caveat that missionaries should not focus so much on numbers that they forget the people and their needs.

25 Hours Teaching and Tracting and 100 Baptisms

Readers of this blog may have noticed references to 25 hours teaching and tracting.  Here is the story behind it.

My mission had earned a reputation as a party mission long before I or my mission president got there.  In fact, my mission president's predecessor, a retired Air Force colonel, had been sent to the California San Jose mission specifically to clean it up.  President Homer sent so many elders home that they called him “Send'emhomer.”  Things were better when my mission president arrived, but there was still a lot of work to do.  This was complicated somewhat by moving Monterey and Santa Cruz Counties from the Fresno mission to the San Jose mission.  A lot of missionaries woke up one morning to find themselves in a different mission with a different president and some new, stricter rules.

My mission president set a mission goal for 100 baptisms a month when the average was closer to 60, and after setting the goal the best the mission did was 80.  President Douglas worked long and hard to push the mission to reach 100, but nothing seemed to be working.  Then one night, while sleeping, he suddenly awoke with a start.  The impression which awoke him was to set a minimum standard of 25 hours of teaching and tracting a week.

Twenty-five hours was a standard that most missionaries should have been able to meet.  I knew some elders who would say that you could be a bucket (lazy) and still get 25 hours of teaching and tracting a week.  Some missionaries did that rather easily week in and week out, but for other missionaries it took everything they had to get those hours, and there were still others who, giving it their all, could not quite get to 25 hours.  The point, though, was that they were giving it their all, not whether they actually got those 25 hours; and for those who were getting them easily, it was time to stretch themselves to do even more.

Even with the new standard, introduced in the spring of 1988, not long after my arrival, it still took until September to reach the mission goal of 100 baptisms for the month.  That month we had a mission-wide 24 hour fast to help us reach that goal.  For my mission 100 baptisms a month was our “brick wall in the sky” and getting there was actually more difficult for us than it was for Chuck Yeager to break the sound barrier in the Bell X-1.  I actually used that analogy in a testimony I bore at a zone conference, calling 100 baptisms our “brick wall in the font.”

Well, that was California San Jose in the late 1980s.  Every mission is unique and the 21st Century may present different challenges.  Since I came home from my mission, the church has raised the bar on qualifying to serve a mission, so as a group the missionaries in 21st century will probably be of a better caliber than those I served with in California.  I knew and served with some fantastic missionaries, but I also served with a lot of not-so-fantastic elders, as well.  By raising the bar, maybe more missionaries now are serving for the right reasons and are thus better disposed to give it their all.

In another post I quoted Elder Jeffry R.  Holland who said that a mission is not Burger King where you can have it your way.  Missionaries are there to serve the Lord “every hour, every day, every minute, all the way.”  I agreed with Elder Holland, whole heartedly, but added this:


"I feel that I should point out that missionaries are not machines, and they are not all the same.  In my mission, there were missionaries for whom it took everything they had to get 25 hours of teaching and tracting each week, there were others for whom 25 hours wasn’t really a challenge, and still others who easily did more.  It is that middle group that I would focus on; if 25 hours was not a challenge, they probably should have asked themselves if they could have done more, and then they should have stretched themselves to do more. . . .

"In the end, the numbers may not matter as much as the effort that is behind them.  You are on a mission to serve the Lord 'all the way.'  What matters is that you are giving it your all, not how many hours you tracted, how many doors you knocked on, or how many people you approached on the street.  You will not be standing before the judgment bar of God auditing your numbers from the mission field.  Instead, In my humble opinion, I think you will be asked a simple question like 'could you have done more?' and you will have a perfect knowledge of whether you really could have done more."

Missionaries should follow the counsel given by their leaders, they should have faith that their leaders are inspired by the Lord in the counsel that they give.  My leaders set a minimum standard for 25 hours of teaching and tracting in a week.  Leaders in other missions will set their own standards; if they set a standard of 30 hours teaching and tracting, or encourage a goal of 30 teaching appointments in a week, then the missionaries should indeed set those goals and then give everything they have to achieving them.

Humble -- Meek -- Submissive

To make an analogy, I read some time ago about a U.S. Navy dive bomber pilot from World War II.  A dive bomber, of course, attacks its target by making a steep dive and dropping its bomb between 1,000 and 2,000 feet; this has the affect of turning an ordinary dumb bomb into a smart bomb as the pilot can place his bomb on the target with great accuracy.  On the particular mission I was reading about, the pilot was attacking an airfield when his wing was hit by antiaircraft fire.  The pilot held his dive and hit his target, and when he pulled up the fire in his wing was out.  Concerned that he might not make it back to his aircraft carrier, he considered ditching in the ocean to be picked up by a friendly submarine, but his rear gunner said he was injured and that he didn’t think he could deploy the raft after ditching.  So the pilot flew back to the carrier.

Since his plane was damaged, the pilot was forced to circle the ship until all the planes from the strike had landed.  If he had crashed on the deck during his landing, he would have fouled the deck preventing other planes from landing, so he had to wait.  Finally it was his turn.

Carrier landings during the pre-jet age were accomplished by flying around the ship and taking directions from a man with paddles standing near the stern of the ship, the Landing Signal Officer (LSO).  This was done to allow the pilot to see the LSO and his signals which would have been blocked from the pilot’s vision by the nose and wings of the aircraft in a longer, straighter approach.  While flying down the port (left) side of the carrier, the pilot is reading the signals from the LSO before making the final turn.  At the proper moment the LSO gives the cut signal, the pilot chops power and the plane falls to the deck where its hook catches a cable.

However the pilot in this story, instead of getting the cut signal got the wave off signal, meaning come back around and do it again.  After getting waved off a second time, the ship radioed that he should make a bigger circle and turn in from farther out, because he was approaching too fast for the normal procedure.  The pilot had to approach at a faster speed because of the damage to his wing.  A big hole in the wing meant less lift, which meant a faster stall speed.  Go too slow and the plane stalls and falls into the sea.

Around he comes, this time making the turn from farther out, and the LSO gives him the cut signal while he is farther from the deck than in a normal approach.  “Normally,” the pilot would write later, “when you come aboard, you’re almost over the end of the carrier deck and he gives you the cut . . . you’re right there: bang, bang!  But this time he gave me a cut way out, and I could see the stern of the ship!”  The danger here was that if he cut too soon, he would slam into the stern.

Still, when the LSO gave the cut signal, the pilot pulled the throttle back to zero and the roar of the engine faded.  “Oh, I had to trust him,” he said -- in other words, he had to have faith in the LSO – “I can’t do anything else.  I just got to do what he tells me.  He knows what he’s doing, that's what he’s there for.”  The aircraft, with its damaged wing, glided in and the hook caught an arresting gear cable.  The cut had been timed perfectly.

You are the pilot and God is the LSO.  It is His work and He knows what he is doing.  He knows where His sheep are, and where you need to go to find them.  You have to trust Him and exercise faith.  If you have faith, then you must have hope, and what is it that you should hope for?  Eternal Life through the Atonement of Jesus Christ.  If you have faith and hope, then you must have charity.  If you do not have one, then you don’t have the other two.  So pray to be filled with charity.  One of the things that charity is is being humble.

President Dieter F. Uchtdorf echoed President Ezra Taft Benson in General Conference a few years ago in warning against pride.  Believing that you are a better missionary than others because you are working harder than others is fraught with danger.  Believing that you are better than anyone for any reason is to place yourself in the hands of the devil as he seeks to lead you carefully down to hell through flattery and deceit.  Avoid these dangers at all costs by humbling yourself and praying to be filled with charity.

Missionaries should always be striving to humble themselves and exercise faith in the Father, whose work this is.  On on particular morning while on my mission I tired to do just that; I prayed to God that He would guide me and my companion in what streets we should tract that day.  After praying we looked at the map of our area and focused on a few streets.  We then prayed again, saying that we felt directed to these streets by the spirit and asking if we were right, and we felt a confirming spirit.  We went and tracted those streets, and found a woman who was baptized within two months.

This woman said she had been baptized in Hawaii when she was much younger, but a diligent search could not find her records.  While the search for her records was ongoing I prayed that they would be found, even though that would cost me a baptism.  I wanted to put the will of the Lord ahead of my own desires; I wanted to be humble, meek and submissive.  As it turned out, her records were not found (back in the day some wards did not always do a good job of sending records of new members to Salt Lake City) and we had a baptism.  But more importantly, this woman was one of the Lord's sheep, He always knew where she was, and she was found by us because we humbled ourselves and asked for His direction.  Oh, we had to trust Him, we could not do anything else.


Source: Ambrose, H. (2010). The Pacific. New York: Penguin Group (USA).

The Miracle of Forgiveness

On April 18, 1942, then Lt. Colonel Jimmy Doolittle led sixteen B-25s in an attack on Tokyo and other Japanese cities.  The unique thing about this raid is that the bombers took off from the deck of an aircraft carrier. Eight of the Doolittle Raiders were captured by the Japanese: Dean Hallmark, Bob Meder, Chase Nielsen (from Hyrum, Utah), Bill Farrow, Bob Hite, George Barr, Harold Spatz, and Jake DeShazer. Three of the raiders, Hallmark, Farrow and Spatz, were executed by the Japanese. Bob Meder would die of starvation during captivity, and George Barr was so close to death when he was liberated that his mental and physical recovery would take two years.

After Meder's death, Hite wrote the governor of the prison protesting the treatment of the prisoners.  Hite then asked "will you please give us the Holy Bible to read?"  Meder's death must have caused the Japanese some trouble because changes were made, among them that the prisoners were allowed to share a few English books, including the bible.

"It was the first time that I had ever -- and I think any of us -- the first time any of us had really read the Bible from cover to cover," said Hite. "I was sort of like a man being in the desert and finding a cool pool." Hite went on to say, "Instead of hating the enemy that we had such hate for, we began to feel sorry for them. . . . It was almost a miracle to realize the sort of thing that happened to us . . . we were no longer afraid to the extent that we had been . . . we no longer had the hatred."

Jake DeShazer's story would be the most remarkable.  One day he was cleaning his cell when a guard looked in and yelled Hayaku! (hurry up). DaShazer responded by telling the guard to "Go jump in a lake." The next thing he knew, DeShazer was knocked on the head by the guard's fist. The Raider kicked the guard in the stomach, and the guard hit back with the steel scabbard for his sword. Jake then threw some dirty mop water at the guard, which had the affect of cooling the guard off. Still, DeShazer was surprised that the guard had not cut his head off.

After the incident with the guard, DeShazer, who described himself as an agnostic, turned to the Bible and the experience would end up turning his life upside-down.  Jake felt that he needed some sign of God's existence, and as he read the Bible he felt that God was indeed present, reaching out for someone so abandoned, mistreated and hopeless as he was.  When he read for a second time Romans 10:9 "That if thou shalt confess with thy mouth the Lord Jesus, and shalt believe in thine heart that God hath raised him from the dead, thou shalt be saved" Jake started praying. "Lord, though I am far from home and though I am in prison, I must have forgiveness."

As he continued to study the Bible and pray his heart was filled with joy. "I wouldn't have traded places with anyone at that time," he would later say. "Oh, what a great joy it was to know that I was saved, that God had forgiven me my sins." DeShazer went on to say that "Hunger, starvation, and a freezing prison cell no longer had horrors for me. They would only be for a passing moment. Even death could hold no threat when I knew that God had saved me. Death is just one more trial that I must go through before I can enjoy the pleasures of eternal life. There will be no pain, no suffering, no loneliness in heaven. Everything will be perfect with joy forever."
 
The more DeShazer read, the more he knew that he had to change. He especially loved reading 1 Corinthians 13:

"Charity suffereth long, and is kind; charity envieth not; charity vaunteth not itself, is not puffed up, Doth not behave itself unseemly, seeketh not her own, is not easily provoked, thinketh no evil; Rejoiceth not in iniquity, but rejoiceth in the truth; Beareth all things, believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things. Charity never faileth. . . ."

 DeShazer felt that his sins had been forgiven through Jesus Christ, and that he, too, would have to forgive.  He had another run in with a guard one day.  The impatient guard slapped Jake on the back, yelling "Hayaku, hayaku!, shoving him into his cell and slamming the door on his bare heel.  The guard kicked his foot until DeShazer was able to free himself.  "The pain in my foot was severe, and I thought some bones were broken. But as I sat on my stool in great pain, I felt as if God was testing me somehow."

DeShazer was tempted to take revenge the next day when the guard came on duty, but instead he called out "Ohayo gozaimasu!" (good morning). This drew a strange look from the guard. The next day, however, Jake gave the same friendly greeting to the guard. This went on morning after morning until the guard came over and spoke to the Raider. Jake, using what little Japanese he had managed to pick up while a prisoner, asked the guard about his family.

Not long after this conversation, Jake saw the guard pacing with his head bowed and hands folded in prayer. The guard explained that he was talking to his mother, who had died when he was a little boy. From that moment on the guard treated DeShazer well, never shouting at him and never beating him. "One morning he opened the slot [in the cell door] and handed in a boiled sweet potato," said Jake. "I was surprised, and thanked him profusely. Later he gave me some batter-fried fish and candy. I knew then that God's way will work if we really try, no matter what the circumstances." He concluded, "How easy it was to make a friend out of an enemy because I had just tried."

The examples of DeShazer and his fellow prisoners stand out to those who have suffered far less than they but who still struggle to forgive.

How to Have Every Good Thing

In the Book of Mormon, the prophet Mormon talked to a group of Nephites about how they could have every good thing.  The recipe is simple: Faith, Hope and Charity.

God spoke to prophets and the prophets spoke to the people, and the people began to exercise faith in Jesus Christ, and by faith they began to “lay hold upon every good thing.”  By praying to God and asking in the name of Jesus Christ for good things, having faith that they would receive, they did receive those good things.
 
If we have faith, then we must also have hope.  And what should we hope for?  That if we live righteously and have faith in Jesus Christ, then someday we will be able to return to our Heavenly Father and live with him because of the Atonement of Christ.  But then Mormon tells us that we cannot have faith and hope if we are not meek and lowly in heart.

 If we are proud and puffed up, our faith and hope is in vain or good for nothing.  If we are meek and lowly in heart, and confess by the power of the Holy Ghost that Jesus is the Christ – if we have a testimony that Jesus is our savior because we have had a witness of truth from the Holy Ghost – then we must have charity.  If we do not have charity, warns Mormon, then we are nothing.

Mormon said that “charity suffereth long, and is kind, and envieth not, and is not puffed up, seeketh not her own, is not easily provoked, thinketh no evil, and rejoiceth not in iniquity but rejoiceth in truth, beareth all things, believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things.

“Wherefore, my beloved brethren, if ye have not charity, ye are nothing, for charity never faileth.  Wherefore, cleave unto charity, which is the greatest of all, for all things must fail –

“But charity is the pure love of Christ, and it endureth forever; and whoso is found possessed of it at the last day, it shall be well with him.”  (Moroni 7: 45-47).

So, what is charity?  To have charity means that you have patience, that you are kind, that you do not envy others, that you are not prideful, that you do not put yourself ahead of everyone else, that you are slow to get angry, and that instead of striking back when someone hits you that you turn the other cheek.  Having Charity means that you rejoice in truth, that you shun evil, that you are humble and submissive to your parents and your Heavenly Father, and that you have faith and hope.  Charity is love, but it is more than that, it is the pure love of Christ.  We are to love as Jesus loves.

Charity also means separating behavior from the individual, which allows us to love the sinner even as we hate the sin.  If we have charity we can say, "I love you, you have value as an individual, but this particular behavior is a problem."  Charity makes it easier to use "I messages" instead of "you messages."  If we have charity we can be bullet proof as having compassion and understanding can protect us from taking their behavior personally, "That's just Sally being Sally."

President Thomas S. Monson has said, "I consider charity -- or the 'pure love of Christ' -- to be the opposite of criticism and judging.  In speaking of charity, I do not . . . have in mind the relief of the suffering through the giving of our substance.  That, of course, is necessary and proper . . . I have in mind the charity that manifests itself when we are tolerant of others and lenient toward their actions, the kind of charity that forgives, the kind of charity that is patient.

"I have in mind the charity that impels us to be sympathetic, compassionate, and merciful, not only in times of sickness and affliction and distress but also in times of weakness or error on the part of others.  There is a serious need for the charity that gives attention to those who are unnoticed, hope to those who are discouraged, aid to those who are afflicted.  True charity is love in action.  The need for charity is everywhere.

"Needed is the charity which refuses to find satisfaction in hearing or in repeating the reports of misfortunes that come to others, unless by so doing, the unfortunate one may be benefited.  The American educator and politician Horace Mann once said, 'To pity distress is but human; to relieve it is godlike.'"

President Monson also tells us that "Charity is having patience with someone who has let us down.  It is resisting the impulse to become offended easily.  It is accepting weaknesses and shortcoming.  It is accepting people as they truly are.  It is looking beyond physical appearances to attributes that will not dim through time.  It is resisting the impulse to categorize others."

President Monson concludes, "In a hundred small ways, all of you wear the mantle of charity.  Life is perfect for none of us.  Rather than being judgmental and critical of each other, may we have the pure love of Christ for our fellow travelers in this journey through life.  May we recognize that each one is doing [his or] her best to deal with the challenges which come [his or] her way, and may we strive to do our best to help out."

Because charity will never fail while everything else will, and because if we do not have charity then we do not have faith or hope, I think that in order for us to be watertight, we must have charity.

Mormon tells us that when we pray that we should pray to be filled with this love, and I add my voice to his and say that we should do this.  It is never too early to start, and we should continue to pray that we may continue to be filled with charity, that we may be purified and that we may truly be like Jesus.  And we must be careful to always have faith and hope, and to always pray and study the scriptures, so that we may never lose this charity once we have been filled with it.

"Tight Like Unto a Dish"

In yesterday's post, President Monson referred to the story of the wise man who built his house upon a rock and of the foolish who built his house on sand.  A big storm came and blew down the house of the foolish man.

In the Book of Mormon, Helaman – who was the son of Helaman – had two sons who he named Nephi and Lehi.  He did this to remind them of their ancestors who were also named Lehi and Nephi, the father and son who left Jerusalem and traveled to the Promised Land in the New World.  Helaman told his sons Nephi and Lehi to build their foundation on the rock of their Redeemer, who is Jesus Christ.

“And now, my sons, remember, remember that it is upon the rock of our Redeemer, who is Christ, the Son of God, that ye must build your foundation; that when the devil shall send forth his mighty winds, yea, his shafts in the whirlwind, yea, when all his hail and his mighty storm shall beat upon you, it shall have no power over you to drag you down to the gulf of misery and endless wo, because of the rock upon which ye are built, which is a sure foundation, a foundation whereon if men build they cannot fall.”  (Helaman 5:12.)

Also in the Book of Mormon, the brother of Jared was commanded to build several barges or boats.  These boats were said to be “tight like unto a dish.”  We are supposed to liken the scriptures to ourselves, so the question is: how can we be “tight like unto a dish”?

Let’s look more closely at those barges.  They didn’t have any windows and they couldn’t build a fire inside of them.  They were to ride on the top of the sea, but could also go underneath the sea – they were sometimes “swallowed up in the depths of the sea.”  That sounds a little bit like a submarine to me; submarines are one of my favorite things.  A submarine has no windows, definitely no screen doors, and no fireplaces, and they can ride on top of or below the surface of the sea.

So if the barges sound a little bit like a submarine, what does it mean to be “tight like unto a dish”?  The word in our modern language is “watertight.”  When a submarine is underneath the surface of the sea, she has all of her hatches closed to keep the water on the outside.  When all the hatches and other openings are shut a submarine is watertight.  Ships on the surface are also watertight, that is why their hulls displace water and float on the sea.  If a hole were punched into the side of a ship, or if a hatch were open on a submarine, they would fill with water and sink.  Ships and submarines have internal compartments or rooms and these compartments have hatches that open and close.  By closing all their hatches, a ship and submarine can stop the water from filling more than just the compartment open to the sea.

When I first started this blog I posted about integrity.  In discussing how effectively watertight a ship or submarine is they use the term "watertight integrity."  If all of the hatches and openings are closed to the sea, and if all the hatches to the interior compartments are closed and dogged shut, then the watertight integrity is good.  If even one hatch or opening is left open it can doom a submarine.  In May 1939, the submarine USS Squalus sank to the bottom of Long Island Sound when her main induction valve -- which drew in air for the engines when on the surface -- was stuck open.  Quick action by the crew prevented the forward compartments from flooding, allowing 33 men to be rescued.

A submarine submerges by filling ballast tanks with water and surfaces by forcing the water out of those tanks.  A submarine also has a negative tank which can be emptied of water in case of emergency.  Then there are trim tanks in which water levels can be adjusted to keep the boat level when under the surface.  If the submarine's trim is even slightly off her forward momentum can drive her either deeper until she reaches "crush depth" or shallower until she broaches the surface.  Even when properly trimmed, a submarine will gradually sink deeper unless she has forward propulsion from her engines.

Watertight integrity is especially important for a submarine because the deeper a submarine goes the greater the pressure of the water on the hull.  If a submarine goes too deep, the ocean can literally squeeze it to death.  Imagine pushing both sides of a squeezebox or an accordion together.  That can happen to a submarine; it’s the opposite of an explosion, so they call it an implosion.  In a submarine, as water enters one compartment, the pressure of the ocean can eventually force the bulkhead or wall separating it from another compartment to collapse.  Even a small hole in the outside of the submarine can be a serious problem.  Water from the outside can shoot into the submarine like a laser as it is forced through the small opening by the pressure of the ocean.

We want to be watertight when we face temptation as well as other challenges in life.  Some temptations might seem small, but as with a submarine, a small hole can lead to bigger problems.  To avoid the bigger problems we have to take care of the little things.

So, how can we achieve watertight integrity? In the Book of Mormon, the prophet Mormon talked to a group of Nephites about how they could have every good thing.  Watertight integrity would certainly qualify as a good thing.  To have every good thing we must have faith, hope and charity.

"Come Together Under Christ and Do All Things as One"

The following is an excerpt from a letter I had the chutzpah to write home while on my mission:

“Before I came out I thought that I had what I call an eternal perspective. Since getting out here I have developed that perspective. Such a perspective has helped me endure most of the challenges I have faced out here.

“There is a new video out that we have been using; we have been showing it to both members and investigators. It is extremely good; no matter how many times I see it I never get tired of it. It’s called Together Forever. It is about families being together forever and it tells the story of four different people and how they came to see the importance of families and the Gospel.

“Maybe it will help my family see that it’s not the trip or the activity that’s important, but the togetherness of family. In the Fifth Discussion we talk about sacrificing our own interests for the purposes of God. The purposes of God are to bring to pass the immortality and eternal life of man. His purpose for families is that they should be together forever.

“Individuality is the biggest enemy to companionships out here. In a good companionship, both missionaries can be assured their goals are similar, that of teaching, baptizing and working hard. So it is with eternal companionships. Individualism can hurt and deter the relationship. The wife wants one thing while the husband wants another. The result is confusion and lack of communication. Communicating is the most important activity in any relationship.

“There are two vital activities in a missionary companionship: 1. companionship inventory and, 2. Companionship prayer.

“I have seen a few companionships go sour because we weren’t having companionship inventory. This is a time set aside once a week where companions resolve concerns and set goals. If this is done there is a greater understanding throughout the week.

“Then there is companionship prayer. It is stressed that we should pray as companions in the morning, at breakfast, when leaving to go to work, at lunch, when going back out to work, at dinner, when going back out, and then before bed. Eternal companions probably don’t need to pray together quite that much, but certainly once a day at least.

“On April 24, 1988, at the Maples Pavilion on the Stanford University campus was held the San Francisco Regional Conference. The final speaker was President Thomas S. Monson. He talked about a daily pattern for our lives. This was to make sure that our home was a home of prayer, of fasting, of faith, of learning, of glory, of order, and of God.

“President Monson told a story of how throughout his marriage he and his wife have followed a system. They knelt in prayer every evening. One night he would pray, the next night his wife would. In all the time that they had been married they have never had an argument. One day he had an interview with President David O. McKay and related this story. President McKay responded, “I thought my wife and I had a monopoly on that system.” Their results were similar to that of the Monsons.

“Isaiah chapter 53 gives us a true lesion in fasting. Faith is the first principle of the Gospel. Read Alma chapter 17. Learning goes back to prayer and fasting. As we learn more, we have more questions.

“We should have a unified goal and strive to be closer to Jesus Christ and our Heavenly Father. There should be order in all things. Prioritize and ‘Lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven . . . for where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.’ Keep the things of God first in your life. ‘When ye are in the service of your fellowmen, ye are only in the service of your God.’ Strive always to have room for Christ in your home.

“A home without love and unity is a lonely bay. Too often we find ourselves alone in our own activities. Remember that predicated on our righteousness all of this, even the loneliness, can last forever. So work to leave that loneliness behind. Come together under Christ and do all things as one.”


I should like to add an excerpt from another talk given by President Monson entitled “Heavenly Homes, Forever Families”:

“We are frequently reminded by song and spoken word that ‘the home is the basis of a righteous life, and no other instrumentality can take its place nor fulfill its essential functions.’

“Actually, a home is much more than a house.  A house may be constructed of lumber, brick, and stone.  A home is made of love, sacrifice, and respect.  A house can be a home, and a home can be a heaven when it shelters a family.  Like the structure in which it dwells, the family may be large or small.  It may be old or young.  It may be in excellent condition or it may show signs of wear, of neglect, of deterioration.

“In a revelation given through the Prophet Joseph Smith at Kirtland, Ohio, on December 17, 1832, the Master counseled: ‘Organize yourselves; prepare every needful thing; and establish a house, even a house of prayer, a house of fasting, a house of faith, a house of learning, a house of glory, a house of order, a house of God.’ (D&C 88:119)

“Where could any of us locate a more suitable blueprint whereby he could wisely and properly build?  Such a house would meet the building code outlined in Matthew, even a house built ‘upon a rock’ (see Matthew 7:24-25), a house capable of withstanding the rains of adversity, the floods of opposition, and the winds of doubt everywhere present in our challenging world.

“Let the Lord be the General Contractor for the family – even the home – we build.  Then each of us can be subcontractors responsible for a vital segment of the whole project.  All of us are thereby builders.”