Showing posts with label Parents. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Parents. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 25, 2012

A Parent's Sweet-Revenge

I am very aware that I posted my son's mission call on our family blog Browning Dirt but not here.  Why?  I have no idea.  I could have posted on both.  I guess maybe I thought people with a personal interested in it would go to my family site.  It has been brought to my attention though, that it's "the funniest thing" at least one person, "has ever seen" and it should have also been posted on Youtube for the whole world to see Kevin and I get back at our son for all the years of teasing, joking, embarrassing, pranking etc.  What was I thinking? Lol.  So even though some of you may have already seen this, and because it was strongly advised by my friend Heather, I'm sharing our FAKE mission call prank we pulled on Kalten, here on Tidbits For Trina.   Also it's fitting since his farewell is this weekend.

Here's the short background.  Everyone who knows Kalten can attest to the fact that he'll do anything for a laugh, including but not limited to hiding from his school teacher on top of a cabinet, writing an essay about his hot mom, eating an entire box of Twinkies in about 3 minutes for his senior talent show while his class sang the Twinkie song and constantly putting yellow food coloring in the toilet to make me crazy.

My husband and I have been looking for a way to get back at Kalten (for years), but he's always a step-ahead of us.  Then we got creative.  I wrote a fake mission call thinking it would be funny if he and all who came to hear him read his call thought it was real then slowly realized it was fake- as we added a bit of Star Wars.  We looked at a real one then copied the way it looked enough that it would pass...right down to the letter head and a postal stamp on the envelope.  When his real one came we hijacked it and switched it out for the fake, keeping the real one aside for after the joke.  I've posted what the letter actually said after the video.


         





Here is what it said:

Dear Elder Browning,

You are hereby called to serve as a missionary of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints.  You are assigned to labor in the Las Vegas, Nevada Mission.  It is anticipated that you will serve for a period of 24 months.

You should report to the missionary training center in Provo, Utah on Wednesday June 23, 2012.  You will prepare to teach the gospel in the Calmarian language.  Your mission president may modify your specific call according to the needs of the mission.  

You have been recommended as one worth to serve in the City of Sin.  Because of your diligence in keeping the commandments of God you will serve as a special missionary called to help cleanse this Sodom and Gomorrah like city of its great iniquity.  It will take a superior amount of study and being on guard of the ways of the adversary, to not fall prey to the evil ways of your surroundings.

Your purpose will be to seek those souls who've been tempted and fallen to the dark side and help them come unto Christ.  As you serve diligently your mission president, General Ackbar, will be a strenth and guid to you.  We wish you luck with your future endeavors as a missionary of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints.  May the force be with you.

                                                     Sincerely,  

                                                     George Lucas
                                                     President


Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Clean up your act

Sunday in sacrament meeting my husband and I were watching a little boy who looked so handsome in his pinstriped Sunday dress shirt when suddenly he picked his nose and wiped it on his shirt.  Twice.  My husband and I chuckled.  We remember seeing our own kids do that more than we'd like to admit.  We continued to watch him.  Obviously he was unable to relieve himself of  bothersome nasal content because he lifted his shirt to his nose and blew.  Rather than a chuckle we had to stifle a laugh - Out of courtesy for the speaker, of course.  I had sympathy for his mom who has to do the laundry.  But that's what moms (and dads) are for right?  To help us clean up.  As parents we help our kids clean up and as their understanding grows we teach them how to clean themselves as well as to stay away from things that will dirty them in the first place.  We may get frustrated at times, but we keep trudging along because we love our kids.


 After sacrament meeting I taught gospel doctrine.  The lesson was about Alma the younger's conversion.  (Read it here.)  I love that story.  I love the example of his loving father who prayed for his son who'd lost his way.  This week I've thought a lot about Alma Sr.  He must have grieved deeply for his son's soul.  Understanding, himself, what it's like to feel the bitterness of sin in comparison to freedom of the burdens of sin and joy in the Lord.  We all want what's best for our children.   I'd imagine he tried to teach his son and felt like his words fell on deaf ears.

New Era Poster,” New Era, Aug. 2003, 19 
Considering that only a decade after Alma the younger's conversion Alma Sr. died at the age of 82, young Alma was potentially well into his adulthood before the Lord finally intervened.  There is a good chance that Alma prayed for years for deliverance for his son.  If the prayer Alma the younger said 20-30 years later for the Zoramites was any indication of the type of prayers his father said, Alma Sr. would have cried to the Lord for strength and for his son.  Alma 31:30, 34-35  "O Lord God, how long wilt thou suffer that such wickedness and infidelity shall be among this people?  O Lord, wilt thou give me strength, that I may bear with mine infirmities.  For I am infirm, and such wickedness among this people doth pain my soul...O Lord, wilt thou grant unto us that we may have success in bringing them again unto thee in Christ.  Behold, O Lord, their souls are precious, and many of them are our brethren; therefore, give unto us, O lord, power and wisdom that we may bring these, our brethren, again unto thee."
He must have wondered at times if his pleas to the Lord would be answered the way he hoped.  


My favorite part of the story is when Alma the younger receives deliverance through the atonement of Jesus Christ.  I don't think it was a coincidence that it was his father's teachings that finally he turned to, that finally freed him from sin and bondage to the adversary.  Alma 36:17-20  And it came to pass that as I was thus racked with torment, while I was harrowed up by the memory of my many sins, behold, I remembered also to have heard my father prophesy unto the people concerning the coming of one Jesus Christ, a Son of God, to atone for the sins of the world.  Now, as my mind caught hold upon this thought, I cried within my heart: O Jesus, thou Son of God, have mercy on me, who am in the gall of bitterness, and am encircled about by the everlasting chains of death.  And now, behold, when I thought this, I could remember my pains no more; yea, I was harrowed up by the memory of my sins no more.  And Oh, what joy, and what marvelous light I did behold; yea, my soul was filled with joy as exceeding as my pain!


What a beautiful story full of hope, the love of a father for a son and of the atonement of Jesus Christ. 
Years later Alma the younger spoke to his people... Alma 5:21
 I say unto you, ye will know at that day that ye cannot beasaved; for there can no man be saved except his bgarments are washed white; yea, his garments must be cpurified until they are cleansed from all stain, through the blood of him of whom it has been spoken by our fathers, who should come to redeem his people from their sins.
 

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

You Are What You Eat! (or don't eat)

Last week I taught a lesson on Lehi's dream.  Each time this subject comes up I'm reminded of a Family Home Evening, quite a few years ago, when we attempted to teach it to our children.  Our youngest child Jessica had a difficult time with a couple of concepts though.  She had a hard time grasping the fact that it was a dream and not real events.  Even after we explained this over and over she would ask sincerely, "So did I already eat the fruit or is it something I'm going to do in the future?"  She was also quite worried that the fruit wouldn't meet her expectations.  She asked, "What if I don't like the taste of it?" and "What if I am allergic to it?"

As I prepared this lesson I kept coming back to a couple groups of people in Lehi's dream, one that holds to the rod of iron, goes to the tree and eats the fruit and then leaves-falls away.  My first question is, Why would someone put time, effort and hard work in something only to refuse their reward?  That leads us to my next question,  What would cause someone to leave such a wondrous gift?  A gift that as Nephi said is the greatest of ALL gifts.  The other group I keep thinking of is the group that lets go of the rod and leaves the straight and narrow path.  I've come up with some ideas.  Certainly not all, but I think I've gained some insight that I didn't have previously-or maybe it just sank in more.  Love it when that happens!

First let's talk about the rod of iron.  We are to hang on to the rod with all we have.  How many of us actually do that?  I remember camping with my family when I was about 5 or 6.  We went on a nature walk that led us to a bridge that crossed a swift flowing river.  Even though the space between the slats holding up the railing were large I wasn't concerned with falling, I was busy looking at the wood slats we were walking on and I just let my hand drag along the railing-even though I was asked to hang on tight.  It made my mom nervous when she could see my lack of understanding for my safety so she took my hand-knowing that I still needed help or I'd fall.  I think some of us do this in life as well.  Let someone hold our hand on the straight and narrow path- often our parents, maybe a teacher or friend.   Many continue to follow someone through the mists of darkness, letting them do the work, riding on their coat tails, not really worried about the danger because someone is holding their hand, pulling them along. Remember that this cycle happens over and over.  Once we eat all the fruit we can we find ourselves back on the path holding to that rod so that we can again partake of that precious fruit.  What happens when a child starts to grow up and either isn't taught how or decides not to turn to the word of God?  Maybe they don't listen to the spirit.  Maybe they don't read or study their scriptures.  Maybe they don't follow the prophet- all of which are means of hearing God's words.    Eventually the time will come when no one is there to hold our hand.  It's a treacherous time.  I think teenagers are often in this group.  Not only are we responsible for our own safety but we haven't really learned to recognize the danger in that mist.  We may try to get out of the mist by moving to the right or left, which requires letting go of the rod.  Before we know it we find ourselves in a location that is very difficult to get back to the pathway.  While some of us work hard to get back some decide to try the new area out a little longer, others say it's too hard and give up.

Opposition is an important factor if we're to appreciate good.  Those dark mists are necessary if we're to truly appreciate the fruit of the tree.  What of that group that leaves the tree while they are being rewarded?  Isn't that similar to winning money and before it's used leaving the reward for something else?  What can cause us to leave a reward?  When I was in the 5th grade I discovered a doll that looked real, it ate and drank a bottle, it was more life-like than most dolls I'd seen.  I fell in love with it.  I dreamed of it.  I went to a friends home to play with hers as often as I could.  I told my family about this doll and how badly I wanted it.  Christmas came and I got the doll.  I was so excited.  A few days later I invited a "really cool "girl over to play that was a year older than me.  When she got to my house and saw my doll she said, "You still play with dolls?"  She had that look on her face that let me know she disapproved with every fiber of her 11 year old body.  Suddenly, I was embarrassed and down-played my love for that doll.  Well, okay, I admit I was a closet doll lover after that but I have no doubt my love for her died off faster because of that experience than it would have.  My point is, I allowed someone I wanted to impress sway my opinion- even on something I was passionate about.  Her approval became more important to me than what was truly in my heart.

Nephi said that as people were partaking of the fruit of the tree there were people in the great and spacious building who were laughing and taunting them.  Much more important than playing with dolls is the fact that most of our teenagers are faced with this every day.  The frightening thing is when they stop eating the fruit for a moment and listen.  Some are making fun of them, others are inviting them into their midst.  It's at this point that they decide if the fruit is meeting their expectations and they ask themselves, "Do I really enjoy this all that much?"  For those who are embarrassed and leave the tree for larger paths that will take them toward those mockers and false friends, they may even pretend to be somewhat "allergic" to the fruit to save face.  They may tell those they meet that it isn't that great, that it's repulsive.  We've all been taught that we are what we eat-and in this case we are also what we don't eat.  I believe this an even truer statement when referring to the fruit of the tree than when we're talking about broccoli or peas.  If we could somehow keep each other from even listening to the falsehoods coming from that building, just focusing on the beauty in front of us we'd be so much better off.   This is where support, encouragement, strong family relationships and friendships come in. If we like where we are we'll be more likely to stay than to leave.  Is it fool proof?  No.  It still comes down to free-will.  But does it help?  Absolutely!

I'm in the stage of letting go of my kid's hands and letting them get through the mists themselves.  Rather than tugging them along I'm trying to shout encouragement to them, to let them follow my voice but hold to the rod themselves.  For a mom I'm a little nervous about this but I thank the Lord every day for amazing people in our lives.  For leaders that help support and encourage my children along their path.  I'm grateful for the opportunities we have to partake of the fruit of the tree, for the satisfaction that comes with it.  That's a joy to watch.  I pray it will be enough.  That they won't lose their focus.  The greatest thing about the story is that the tree is always there for anyone who desires.  No matter where you are in Lehi's dream you can go to the tree.  Each person will be rewarded at their arrival.  The fruit IS worth it.  It really IS the greatest of all gifts.  It IS sweeter than the sweetest fruit and more desirable than anything else.  Sometimes we just have to clear the mist out of our eyes so we can see that.


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