Tuesday, May 26, 2020

Led by the hand of the Lord

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 But, said he, notwithstanding our afflictions, we have obtained a land of promise, a land which is choice above all other lands; a land which the Lord God hath covenanted with me should be a land for the inheritance of my seed. Yea, the Lord hath covenanted this land unto me, and to my children forever, and also all those who should be led out of other countries by the hand of the Lord.
2 Nephi 1:5

The Lord is working constantly
amidst the troubled nations;
His hand directs the travels
of some folk by revelations.
Beware, O man; the walls you build
to keep out the displaced
do not exclude the agents
of God's mercy pure and chaste!


Monday, May 25, 2020

The spirit of political contention



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 For verily, verily I say unto you, he that hath the spirit of contention is not of me, but is of the devil, who is the father of contention, and he stirreth up the hearts of men to contend with anger, one with another.
3 Nephi  11:29


Our peaceable walk in the Kingdom of God
makes the world wonder just how we are flawed.
They puzzle and ponder that we try to smile
when asked by the Lord to tread one extra mile.
Instead of complaining or venting our spleen,
we look to the Savior with hope ever green.
I never am perfect, and may blow my top;
then onto my knees I will very soon drop
to pray my contention and anger may cease
so I can resume interacting in peace.

Sunday, May 24, 2020

Foolish Prophets

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Thus saith the Lord God; Woe unto the foolish prophets, that follow their own spirit, and have seen nothing!

Ezekial 13:3


Foolish prophets multiply
in this world of hue and cry.
Hollow heads that rattle so,
sightless eyes as cold as snow.
Filthy lucre they adore;
 serving God they much abhor.
Shun them for the frauds they are;
follow God's true shining star.
He is leading saints today
in the Savior's holy way.
Heed him, and you'll not regret
all the tears and work and sweat.

Sunday, May 17, 2020

Photo Essay: Postcards from my Kids. Final Volume.



The pandemic has not ended, but governments here and abroad have decided to loosen up isolation regulations so that national economies don't completely collapse. Historians will undoubtedly say our leaders decided to strike a bargain with Death: We'll let you keep killing us with coronavirus while we go back to work and play, pretending this is the best compromise we could come up with.
As I have reviewed these dozens of postcards from my kids, I am struck by how often they simply want to write 'thank you' and 'I love you." I've tried to dig deeper into the meaning of their phrases and messages to me -- but perhaps I, like the ancient Hebrews, have looked past the mark. There is no deep theme or metaphor to these bent and battered pieces of pasteboard from nearly thirty years ago.
And so I end this series of photo essays by giving humble thanks to God that so far during this pandemic my children and their children have been spared serious illness and economic hardship. To me it is a miracle, and a testimony of God's great mercy and loving kindness.











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Saturday, May 9, 2020

Photo Essay: Koan Stones. "Misplaced caution is as fatal as misplaced confidence.:




Two men went up a mountain trail that became very narrow. When there was only room to continue single file the first man said to the second man "I will go first, in case the path ends abruptly. That way both of us need not perish."
The second man said "Oh no you don't; being ahead of me, you may dislodge a stone that will fall on my head and kill me. I will go first!"
And so the second man went first, and, indeed, fell off when the narrow path ended abruptly. The first man turned back and found another way up the mountain.
Misplaced caution is as fatal as misplaced confidence.





A servant was given an arid piece of ground to cultivate by his cruel master.
"If you can't produce lush green food on this plot by the end of the summer I will know you are a worthless servant, and will toss you out to the pigs!" he said spitefully.
The servant tried his best, but nothing would come out of that sterile plot, no matter how many buckets of water he carried to it. The field seemed to grow only stones. 
One day he was sitting under a shade tree, reviewing his troubles and wondering how to get out of them when another man joined him under the tree, who also looked worried.
"What is thy problem, friend?" asked the servant kindly.
"My garden plot will produce a goodly crop this year" said the man, "yet I know the beasts of the field and forest will come nibble it all up ere I can harvest it. This is what grieves me." 
"Perhaps a stone wall would help?" offered the servant.
"Most certainly it would -- but I have neither the time nor materials to build one" replied the man.
"Let us help each other, then" said the servant briskly.
And so the servant toiled all summer on the man's garden wall, taking the stones from his own dismal plot. When the harvest was in, the man gratefully gave the servant several bushels of ripe green produce for his help.
When the servant showed his master the bushels of fine foodstuffs, and truthfully told him they were the result of that miserable piece of ground, the master was so enraged he burst his seams and collapsed, a dead man. His servant continued to harvest stones from his little plot and build stone walls for his neighbors, and did very well for himself indeed.
Help another to help yourself.






A crafty merchant told a foolish young man he had a magic pine cone that could turn stones into gold. Eager to obtain such a miraculous object, the foolish young man paid the merchant all of his carefully saved up wages for the past year, then took the pine cone home to his parents.
When they heard his story they roundly berated him as a gullible fool. His father took the pine cone from him and tossed it on a pile of stones in a cart out in the street that the father sold for paving roads.
"See!" he shouted at his son. "Nothing happens!"
 Then he covered the cart with a blanket and the whole family had supper and went to bed.
That night the king's treasurer, driving a load of gold bars in a cart covered with a blanket to the treasury, stopped next to the foolish young man's house for a whet at a nearby tavern. He returned some hours later made careless by drink and accidentally took the cart with the paving stones instead of his own cart full of gold.
The next morning when the father took the blanket off what he supposed was his own cart, he was astonished to find dozens of gleaming gold bars. He rushed back into the house and congratulated his son on his wonderful actions the day before. Now they would all be rich and never lack for anything.
And so it was. The young man, who had spent the night repenting of his arrant foolishness, had vowed to never be taken in again. So he loaned out all that great wealth to those who had good surety at reasonable interest rates and continued to make money until the day he died.
As for the drunken treasurer, when he discovered he had stones instead of gold for the treasury, he quickly made up a tale about imps who had transformed the gold into stone overnight to tell to the king. The king, more of a fool than the young man who had bought the pine cone, quickly had all the gold in the treasury dumped into the river.
"There" said the king smugly to himself. "Let those accursed imps try to transform my gold into stones now!"
When one fool departs, another takes his place.

Verses from stories by Robert D. McFadden, Becky Krystal, and Katie Shepherd.



Roy Horn,Who Dazzled Audiences as Half of Siegfried & Roy, Dies at 75

When magicians dissipate/
we are very apt to prate/
that their skillful misdirection/
could not baffle death's detection/
Now upon the River Styx/
Mr. Horn will do card tricks.


Have breakfast for dinner, because time has no meaning anymore
@BeckyKrystal


Just to give my day some legs/
I will start with ham and eggs/
And for a delightful brunch/
there's a bowl of Cap'n Crunch/
Lunch will be a slice of scrapple/
(and for balance one red apple)/
Dinner will not be too awful/
if I have a great big waffle/
Late at night, ignoring clocks/
there's a bagel with some lox/
When I'm in this lonely mood/
there is naught but breakfast food!


Who is Judy Mikovits in ‘Plandemic,’ the coronavirus conspiracy video just banned from social media?
@katemshepherd

There was an old woman/
who put out a flick/
it was so absurd/
that it made people sick/
She ladled out lies/
that were swallowed by those/
 who can't count past ten/
without using their toes.



But as oft as they repented

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But as oft as they repented and sought forgiveness, with real intent, they were forgiven.

Moroni 6:8

If I'm forgiven of the Lord
how then can I not afford
to pardon others constantly
and live with them in harmony?
Let judges judge; I'll just relax
and lift my cup, not look for cracks!

Friday, May 8, 2020

Photo Essay: Koan Stones. "A stone can be cracked but not broken."





A stone can be cracked
but not broken.
Even when it is opened
it is still shut.







Put one stone on top of another.
Then another stone on top of that.
Then another one on top of that.
This is not wisdom;
it is piling up stones. 






A man picked up a stone.
He looked at it long enough
to know it could give him
everything.
Then he picked up another stone.
So he had nothing.