Fellowship of the Unashamed

I am part of the fellowship of the unashamed. The dye has been cast, I have stepped over the line. The decision has been made; I am a disciple of Jesus Christ. I won't look back, let up, slow down, or be still. My past is redeemed, my present makes sense, and my future is secure.

I'm finished and done with low living, small planning, smooth knees, colorless dreams, tainted visions, worldly talking, cheap giving, and dwarfed goals. I no longer need pre-eminence, positions, promotions, plaudits or popularity. I now live by faith, lean on His
presence, walk with patience, am uplifted by prayer, and labor with power. My pace is set, my gait is fast, and my goal is Heaven. My road is narrow, my way is rough, my companions are few, my guide is reliable, my mission is clear!

I cannot be bought, compromised, detoured, lured away, divided or delayed. I will not flinch in the face of sacrifice, hesitate in the presence of the adversary, negotiate at the table of the enemy, ponder at the pool of popularity, or meander in the maze of mediocrity. I won't give up, shut up, or let up, until I have stayed up stored up, and paid up of the cause of Christ. I must go till He comes, give till I drop, preach till I know, and work till He stops me. And when He returns for His own, He will have no problem recognizing me. My banner will be clear.
Henry b. Eyring

Thursday, October 27, 2011

Eternity

Eternity.

The other day I sat in the peace of a beautiful white room and I realized what this means for me and for Tanner.  I'll just tell you what I imagined.

Picture your husband being called to work into a different country for a time.  The call comes unexpectedly and you and your spouse scramble to get him ready in time.  The day comes too fast and as he kisses you goodbye he promises to send for you.  The time it takes to join him and get your own things ready, like the passport, seems to last forever.  When you finally land in the airport you are so relieved that your separation is over.  Until you step off the plane.  As you approach your husband, the authorities stop you.  "You cannot be with him" they tell you. WHAT?! We are married! What do you mean I can't be with him? "Your marriage certificate does not count here," the men reply as they take you away, "I'm sorry but you are not allowed to be with this man."

Then picture if you have children.  As you are being taken away they take the toddler from your hand and the baby from your arms.  What are you doing?! "Your children are no longer yours here, you can't have them here. You can't be with them anymore." 

Can you imagine watching your baby being carried away and not having her anymore? Can you see the little toddler looking at you not sure what is going on as you are all carried in different directions? How long would you have to wait for the legal processes? What if no one would listen?

This is what I thought of while I sat in the temple.  We all die, and it is like crossing into that country where you cannot return.  What a tragedy for families to be divided after all the time and love they spend here!  What if your child dies suddenly? What if a spouse is killed in an accident? If you have been married "until death do you part" then that is the end.  He or she is no longer yours.


Of all the kind things the Lord has done for us, allowing us to be with our families forever is the greatest gift.  He has the power and ability to keep us together forever, even through death, and all we have to do is obtain his "passport" and then maintain our end of the deal.  And then, of course, we have the opportunity to go and free other families.  Can we really imagine the celebration that we ignite when we attend the temple and do work for the dead? How long has that mother waited to hold her child's hand again?  How long has that couple waited to hold each other? 



For those who haven't been married in the temple, GET THERE! I'm serious.  The peace you feel is indescribable, and there is NOTHING on this earth worth missing this opportunity.  For those who have already gone through, free the families! 

Let 's create as many "Family Reunions" as we can, for them.
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