Thursday, August 19, 2010

A special baptism day


We had the opportunity of attending a very special baptism. It was one the sister missionaries were in charge of. Elder Bednar had befriended the man and so did the baptism, confirmation, and spoke at the service. He was so gracious he even had pictures taken with the missionaries.

Please Don't End Summer!

School starts next week, officially ending summer. I'm afraid for the end of summer, not as much for myself, although I dread even the thought of winter, but for all the children I see who never had a real summer vacation.

Kids now seldom get to roam through woods and fields unsupervised. Many don't have a good climbing tree close at hand.

One of our favorite past times was to go to the school playground and play on the tower. I don't know or care what the real name was but it was a tall pole, taller than a house with chains hanging down all around from a disk at the top. The chains had two handles one above the other at the bottom. The purpose was to hang onto the handles, run around the pole, and swing. What we did was take turns being the “flyer”. Everyone would wind the chains around the pole except the flyer. The others would pass under that chain so that it stayed on top of the wound up chains. Then everyone would start running in a circle. The result would pick up the outside person and send them in a parallel orbit about 25 feet in the air. Of course, you held on with everything you had, to avoid being launched like a frisbee.

Funny, I never heard of anyone getting launched but eventually the tower was taken out because of safety fears. The teeter-totters, merry-go-round, and all the other really fun equipment were also taken out. Now the playgrounds are surfaced and we hear all the time of kids getting hurt. When they were dirt, you expected to get hurt and to be tough.

We all went bare-foot in the summer and had feet like shoe-leather. We rode bikes bare-foot without helmets. That meant that often we had very skinned toes but, that was just the way it was.

We swam in creeks with no life-guard. The only “sun block” was a tree. Turning bright red and peeling was to be expected.

Now kids play much safer games and I worry. When do they really have summer fun?

Thursday, July 22, 2010

Something There Is That Loves a Rock

Something there is that loves a rock
that stands immobile through storms
and persists protectively steady.
My neighbor would move rocks,
piling them like laurels to industry--
his arsenal against time.
Does he think rocks will eat his carrots,
that he must ban all rocks from his garden?
A child knows the safety of a rock,
without instruction, he seeks for his--
a rock to speak comfort to him,
a rock that fits hand and pocket,
a rock he knows as constant
in a world of muddled change.
Peaceful granite hills stand over my valley
where men erect towers to busy-ness,
towers that soon crumble and crack
and must be taken down and built again
so that men can work in synthetic shadow,
scraping synthetic life from synthetic rock,
until time ends and only mountains
go on.

Karla Burkhart

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

I read an article this morning that got me thinking more about my own pioneer ancestors. I had family in many of the famous stories that you hear about. I read in my family stories about moving, building a house, managing to acquire basic needs and then having to move again and again. I read about family who didn't make it across the plains. I read about a young girl stripping willow bark by the stream for food at the moment the rescue party finally reached them. I read about how she later realized that her husband was actually one of the rescue party. I read how she struggled the rest of her life to walk on feet that had been frozen. I read about people who left the church because of hurt feelings or because of misunderstandings and I wonder if I would have remained faithful under the circumstances. How easy it is in hind sight to condemn people who made wrong choices. How easy it is to let pain and hurt of the moment challenge our testimony. Yet, circumstances are not what makes up a testimony of the truthfulness of the gospel. Early leaders made mistakes but the church was still true. Leaders today make mistakes but the church is still true. I do not know all truth and I make mistakes but I am learning and I am very grateful that I don't have to know it all today. I have an eternity to learn and improve and maybe, with all the help I am able to receive, I will reach the state where I will not make so many daily mistakes. Maybe I will someday be able to grow without the constant steps backward. Whatever the future holds, this I know, the gospel is true, Christ lives, He atoned for the world, and I will make mistakes today.

Thursday, July 15, 2010

Our mission so far


Our mission, as all missions, has been full of joys and full of trials. Living at home makes housework and yard work a constant challenge which means we don't exactly follow mission guidelines each day. We do try to follow the schedule as closely as possible but our mornings must include mundane jobs like pulling weeds and even striping wallpaper. The regular mission schedule includes temple attendance on Wed. afternoon, service projects Thur. morning, and weekly planning Fri. mornings. We have changed that a little. We go to the temple on Sat. mornings so we don't always go on Wed. unless there are missionaries who need a ride. We figure our yard is our service project for our neighborhood and Friday weekly planning is tucked in anywhere we find a moment. The daily and weekly planning are very important but we figure after 45 years together we can get it done much quicker than the younger missionaries. We still like to get out into the field by 1:30 as many days as possible. We sometimes have appointments in the mornings, however, which is hard for the other missionaries to do. We have one that is 10:00 every Friday and I think it was given to us because the younger missionaries didn't want it to interfere with planning time. Of course, Sunday is the longest day, often there is a meeting at 7:30 am with two or three blocks of meetings to follow. We try to go to at least part of all the blocks in a building and just vary the buildings each week. Then the afternoon usually has one or two appointments in it. After that, we spend time with grandchildren.

Much of our work is with less-actives which means it is slow going. Many people were baptized as children and then were never taken to church. That means they are really investigators who know nothing. Some left the church in their teens and so have strange ideas and prejudices. Some are even returned missionaries who got swept up in life and lost their way. They are very difficult because they have a load of guilt on top of apathy. Some people for one reason or another, missed church for a period of time and got out of the habit. They never had a strong testimony to begin with and only went out of a sense of duty. Now it is too easy to do something else. Each day for us is challenging and rewarding. We make friends with all we meet and try to gradually change their mind-set.

We have had one adult baptism because she was listening as we taught her grandfather. We never got far with him but she asked to be baptized. We have a couple of unbaptized children who want to be baptized but the parents are dragging their feet. It's "teach the children, pull along the parents".

In short, we have all the opportunities the "young" missionaries have except we are given those who need more time and TLC. We don't have to think about transfers every six weeks. We don't have to think about breaking in a new companion. We just have to juggle about 60 names and try to give each some of our time. Some have weekly appointments and some we drop in on. Some have prepared lessons and some get lessons on the sly -- they don't realize we are leaving a message.

We don't have meals arranged for us but we don't get as much exercise sitting in the car so we don't need to eat much anyway. In the summer we need a cooler to carry water and maybe sandwiches, juices, etc. We get quite tired of crackers and granola bars. We figure on both lunch and dinner in the field most days. Even though it is not a long, long way is is time consuming and gas consuming to go back home during the day. That eats up a couple of hours we don't like to give up.

Our family and friends had a little trouble at first but you just have to gently remind them you aren't available. It's harder with grandchildren but they also get used to seeing you when you can not when they want. We do schedule in important events with them. One of the funny side lines is that our ward doesn't seem to know what we are doing. We see senior missionaries doing our same job in missionary cases in other wards but our ward considers us just “gone”. I actually have a visiting teacher who mails me notes and invites me to come to church.

We've come to love the people we work with. We tell them that getting them to church is only the first part. We'll stick with them until they go to the temple, no matter how long it takes. We feel very close to many of the families. We have had some dramatic successes and some very slow successes. We have also had great experiences where we didn't know what to say but the words were given. We have learned to rely on the Lord in every little thing. He guides us and lets us know what we should do.

We would recommend this work to anyone would care to try it. Some of the senior missionaries we work with have health problems and this is the only mission they could have served.

All in all, this is a blessed journey and we are grateful to be on it.

Elder and Sister Burkhart

Saturday, June 26, 2010

"The parable of the Prodigal Son [Luke 15:11-32] typifies the condition of too many of our fellow men, who mistakenly feel that squandering their inheritance in riotous living will bring them happiness. But it also portrays those who make another type of mistake---feeling that their righteousness makes them superior to their less-disciplined brethren. Both brothers in the parable desperately need the Lord to free them of their burdens. This is the message of the parable.

"We learn from this parable that all of us, regardless of our status or condition, have an absolute need of the Lord's saving grace. We are all dependent on him for peace in this life and for eternal life" (The Teachings of Howard W. Hunter, p. 33).

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Truth

Words to meditate on.

Harold B. Lee
"Satan knows truth, but he has no intelligence, or he would yield obedience to that truth. Knowing the truth isn't the thing that saves us. I think that perhaps loving the truth is the only thing that can give one the capacity to avoid sin. The scripture doesn't say: 'If ye know me, you will keep my commandments,' but it says, 'If ye love me, ye will keep my commandments'" (The Teachings of Harold B. Lee, p. 104-105).