From Dad 4/12
Dear priesthood holders,
I have been reading about King Noah in the Book of Mormon. It starts by saying he no longer wanted to follow the way he had been taught but wanted to follow his own way. He and all his cronies had a great time for many years. Then along came Abinadi. Nobody wanted him around. No one wanted to hear his message. King Noah immediately became angry and said get rid of him, he is crazy! Abinadi didn’t even flinch. He told him and his buddies they knew he was telling them the truth. He said, once he had finished spelling out for them how rotten their lifestyle had become and how painful life was about to be for them in the not too distant future if they still continued to ignore living they way they had been taught, it didn’t much matter then what they chose to do with him. What a powerful story. Every day of my life I struggle to keep the commandments. Fortunately some days the struggle is less difficult than others. It is when the hard days to do what is right come along that separates the men from the boys. Age has nothing to do with growing up. It is like the bi-polar guy mom mentioned about in her letter. He looked so out of place in the pictures he showed us. Most of the other people in the pictures were a whole generation or more, younger than he is. We can become “stuck” at a point in life in little (or even sometimes big) things that will never improve or grow until we take a hold of them. We need to clean out all the weeds choking it, water it, and then these little things instead of being weak and sickly can become a strong, healthy part of our lives. Today, I am trying to be more like Alma and less like King Noah. I know the choice is mine. It is a great life. I can’t change anything from the past. I hope I can change many things while it is still called today.
We loved this letter from Sam.
Hiyas! I hope you don't like it there cause we miss you tons (litraly).
4/8/07 we've just finished building a fort out of tumbleweeds in the ditch and it feels 10 degrees warmer under there!
Janie and I where guarding it when Daisy invaded and started eating our food suply(two boxes of cookies)!We desided to put them in a safe(the ditch pipe with a cover)until it was safe to go inside the house.After a nice toast and jam sandwitch I went out to help build a dam on the dirt pile for the water that Henry was spraying at us(he had a hose).After a good mud fight(as it turned out)Henry and I took a bath and started talking about girls:how to make friends with them and how to make them like you.My favorite was to be cool.Today,in my class I accidentally
cut the cheese.At first everone laughed,then they frowned and pluged there noses till the window was open.
Now, enough about me so please write back.
Have a great week.
Love always,
Dad and Grandpa
I have been reading about King Noah in the Book of Mormon. It starts by saying he no longer wanted to follow the way he had been taught but wanted to follow his own way. He and all his cronies had a great time for many years. Then along came Abinadi. Nobody wanted him around. No one wanted to hear his message. King Noah immediately became angry and said get rid of him, he is crazy! Abinadi didn’t even flinch. He told him and his buddies they knew he was telling them the truth. He said, once he had finished spelling out for them how rotten their lifestyle had become and how painful life was about to be for them in the not too distant future if they still continued to ignore living they way they had been taught, it didn’t much matter then what they chose to do with him. What a powerful story. Every day of my life I struggle to keep the commandments. Fortunately some days the struggle is less difficult than others. It is when the hard days to do what is right come along that separates the men from the boys. Age has nothing to do with growing up. It is like the bi-polar guy mom mentioned about in her letter. He looked so out of place in the pictures he showed us. Most of the other people in the pictures were a whole generation or more, younger than he is. We can become “stuck” at a point in life in little (or even sometimes big) things that will never improve or grow until we take a hold of them. We need to clean out all the weeds choking it, water it, and then these little things instead of being weak and sickly can become a strong, healthy part of our lives. Today, I am trying to be more like Alma and less like King Noah. I know the choice is mine. It is a great life. I can’t change anything from the past. I hope I can change many things while it is still called today.
We loved this letter from Sam.
Hiyas! I hope you don't like it there cause we miss you tons (litraly).
4/8/07 we've just finished building a fort out of tumbleweeds in the ditch and it feels 10 degrees warmer under there!
Janie and I where guarding it when Daisy invaded and started eating our food suply(two boxes of cookies)!We desided to put them in a safe(the ditch pipe with a cover)until it was safe to go inside the house.After a nice toast and jam sandwitch I went out to help build a dam on the dirt pile for the water that Henry was spraying at us(he had a hose).After a good mud fight(as it turned out)Henry and I took a bath and started talking about girls:how to make friends with them and how to make them like you.My favorite was to be cool.Today,in my class I accidentally
cut the cheese.At first everone laughed,then they frowned and pluged there noses till the window was open.
Now, enough about me so please write back.
Have a great week.
Love always,
Dad and Grandpa
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