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Sabbath Devotional :: Roses in the Hurricane
Many of us are in the thick of state legislative sessions, and if that’s not largely exhausting and disheartening, I don’t know what is. I’m a big proponent of celebrating every win, no matter how small, and that practice keeps me grounded and moving forward. And there are always wins however small they may be. But if celebrating those small wins is perhaps comparable to stopping and smelling the roses, then some days leave me feeling like I looked up from smelling the roses and realized I was staring down the eye of a major storm like a hurricane or tornado. Then, if I’m not careful, the roses that once…
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Sabbath Devotional :: Alma and Agape
During my first couple of years of college, I worked at the campus bookstore café. I learned to make lattes I would never drink myself and I also discovered that deep cleaning was a soothing experience for me. The café manager Sharon (not her real name) was not a student at the university, but a middle-aged mom who worked full time to manage all the student workers and keep the place running. She could be quite difficult to work with and seemed to take pleasure in holding some sort of authority over us. She was inflexible, often demanding, and just not very fun to work for. I was a young…
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Sabbath Devotional :: Three Kinds of Wards
I’ve always found it rather awkward to have to explain the terminology of “wards” and “stakes” to my friends of different faiths. But it’s worth thinking about the connotations that are at least dimly present in the word “ward.” The usage of the term in the Church is left over from a time when civic and religious government were seamless in “Mormon Country,” and the church “ward” simply corresponded with political and administrative districts. I suspect (hope!) MWEGers are more aware than most of the political wards they live in. The other context in which we most often use the word “ward” is, of course, in referring to divisions within…
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Sabbath Devotional :: So Great a Cloud of Witnesses
Every Sunday for many years, I’ve stood and said with my peers, or with girls I was teaching, “We will stand as witnesses of God . . . .” Until recently, I always interpreted that to mean that I should offer, in word or deed, some testimony about God. There is, of course, some grammatical ambiguity about of in English. It can mean about/related to, or it can mean from, or it can mark a possessive, as in a child of God — God’s child. Lately I have started to wonder if I might read “witnesses of God” to mean something more like “God’s witnesses.” What sort of witness would that be? One…
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Sabbath Devotional :: Steps Toward Unreasonable Discipleship
Have you read this book? My guess is that if we took a poll of the current US population, we’d find that not a lot of people alive now have. Originally published in 1896, it remains one of the best-selling books of all time, with more than 50 million copies sold, most here in the United States. To put that into perspective, when it was first published, the nation’s population was about 74 million people. In short, this book achieved an incredibly high level of cultural saturation, and if you were walking around America in the first part of the 20th century, you likely knew about it, you were familiar…
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Sabbath Devotional :: Thoughts on Sacrifice and Consecration
As my son prepares to leave on a mission soon, I find myself thinking a lot about sacrifice. After my own mission, I taught at the MTC for a couple of years. In one of my districts was an elder who was an outstanding college-level athlete. Considering his goal to be a professional athlete was actually achievable, sacrificing two years in the prime of his life was a very big deal. He got a lot of attention at the MTC, there was an article about him in the New Era, and after his mission, he spoke at firesides about his choice and experiences. He was a big deal. And he…
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Sabbath Devotional :: Moved With Compassion
I have been working my way through Jeffrey R. Holland’s book “Our Day Star Rising,” and a few weeks ago, I came across his commentary on Matthew 9:36-38: But when [Christ] saw the multitudes, he was moved with compassion on them, because they fainted, and were scattered abroad, as sheep having no shepherd. Then saith he unto the disciples, The harvest truly is plenteous, but the labourers are few; Pray ye therefore the Lord of the harvest, that he will send forth labourers into his harvest. Like many of you, I have always read these verses as applicable to missionary work and missionaries in the traditional sense. But I loved how…
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Sabbath Devotional :: A Bittersweet Year
“Life cannot be won. It can only be loved.” – Adam Miller, “Original Grace” I love new beginnings. I mark them at every interval I can — a new month, a new week, even a new day. A new year feels like the ultimate new beginning, and I am full of optimism and joy as I anticipate it. This carries over into January as I spend time evaluating my habits and routines, identifying which ones served me well in the past and which ones to jettison. I don’t make resolutions or set big goals – instead, I look for the little changes and adjustments I can make to improve my life. This…
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Sabbath Devotional :: Dawn
It’s a new year, a time of new beginnings. I enjoy setting goals and creating plans for accomplishing them. I feel pretty ambitious at this time of year and can sometimes overwhelm myself with my idealistic goals. As I have gotten older, I have learned to temper my goal setting to suit the reality of being me. No matter how ambitious or simple my New Year resolutions, I am guided by a reassuring hope that positive things are just around the corner. It is a new dawn, a new day, and I am drawn to the promise of light. The “Spirit giveth light to every [person] that cometh into the…
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Sabbath Devotional :: Christmas Day
I have always loved Christmas. The lights. The nativities. The trees. The prettily wrapped packages. Reminders to be a little more giving, a little more charitable. It is also a time of great nostalgia for me. Memories of sleeping in a room with all my siblings eagerly awaiting Santa. Acting out and reading the Nativity scene. And simply lots of time spent with family. Joy. Laughter. Reflections. It has always been such a wonderful time of year for me. But last year as I went to put up the Christmas decorations, my heart was unusually heavy. Singing “Joy to the World!” didn’t match my mood. Instead, these words felt more…