So, I’m vowing to write a blog entry about what I learned at church. Really, I’m back to the land of it’s difficult to concentrate and not just because of my own laziness (although I’m fairly sure that’s a pretty large component still).
Yesterday, my learning started at home. I try and watch a church movie while the kids are eating their lunch before church — just to keep them entertained because I am alone trying to finish getting myself and P ready. We started watching Legacy (Legacy is a LDS produced movie about a pioneer girl who leaves her home with her family to start the journey west, you see much of the persecution of the saints as they journey west, it’s really good at showing just how hard it was — I’d love to loan out my copy if you want to see it) yesterday. I was taken back to the time I went with my ward, I was probably 16. Lots of tears were shed and I just couldn’t imagine that God asked of those people what they were doing.
Then, I watched it yesterday, probably a good 18 years later (I’ve seen it in between now and then, but not many times) I watched it with new eyes. These eyes are also overly-emotional. I saw the main character leave her home, her brother, many of her possessions behind and travel west, I knew what was coming — her husband leaving to join the Mormon battalion, her brother dying, having scurvy and living through the miserable conditions at Nauvoo. All of this because she believed in a church, and the prophet asked them to do these things (and hopefully they had a testimony of their own that they should do those things).
I was taken back to last fall. I won’t dredge up all that yucka, but suffice it to say it was one of the least pleasurable experiences of my life. But I did it because a prophet asked me to (and because I prayed hard and felt it was something important that I do). I was thinking how at least this girl had seen her prophet, and he was suffering just as much as she. But, when she suffered he gave her a blessing. When I suffered I only got an otter pop, and after a while I couldn’t even have those.
I have seen President Monson, and I had met President Hinckley, but I think of the many people in CA who have met neither, most likely won’t, but they still went and did it. Of course, most of that is because of our church’s strong belief that you need to believe on your own. I needed to know for myself that this was something I needed to do, not just believe on a man. Regardless, sometimes you are believing in the man — and you do it.
Anyway, for those of you who aren’t of the LDS faith — is there something you believe in so strongly that you’d make huge personal sacrifices to make it happen, or do as they say? I would guess for most they have children, perhaps their close family, but that’s about it.
And although we haven’t be tarred and feathered, we haven’t had our houses burned down, and we certainly haven’t suffered like them — I wonder if they’d switch places with us?
Anyway, just some thoughts I had. We also had a lesson on provident living and why we should live providently. Honestly, if we aren’t aware of they “why’s” at this point maybe we should go live in the trees… I consistently think we need more how’s than why’s, but that’s just me. And let’s face it — I spent much of sunday school rocking a car seat. Delightful.
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