“That same God who has ordained baptism for the dead, and who has commanded the believers in this generation to be baptized for them, will in due time, when we have done all we can in searching out our genealogies, reveal to us the chain so that we shall find our fathers, no matter how many generations…(Orson Pratt, JD 16:300)
Today I sent my wife back across the country. Seems a bit out of odds that I am sending off my wife for another month or so. It seems more like she should be sending me away. A mission? Military? Work travel? I could not help but think of Engelbert Humperdink’s, “There Goes My Everything” as we said adios again. As President Stucki would say, “There is no such thing as a good bye in the gospel.” I believe it is true. No matter what happens, we will meet up again.
I find myself even further from her now. I am now in The Dalles, Oregon. She is in Richmond, Virginia. That puts us about 2,800 miles of separation in one day. Don’t we live in a day of miracles? I can visit with her without any more cost than my cell phone plan. I spoke to her in Detroit, Minneapolis, Richmond, and a host of other places in the past month. I am always impressed when I send out a dozen letters in one day all to different regions on the United States, or even the world, and know they will arrive there. Most of them within 2 or 3 days. That is a miracle to me. As I type this up, on a free internet signal, in a hotel room, my computer connects to the internet and will make it available worldwide within seconds of my pressing the send button. Every person in the world could read it if they wanted. That is a miracle.
If you cannot tell, I have thought about miracles today. I listened to some of Harold B Lee’s stories about miracles. I thought about the miracles in my own life. I even wrote of the miracle of the Book of Mormon in a recent blog. They are all about us. Somehow though, I get so busy in my life not to recognize them.
This leads me to the scripture I have thought about from the recent reading of the Book of Mormon. This is another one of those scriptures I memorized that summer but have not been able to retain.
“And there are many among us who have many revelations, for they are not all stiffnecked. And as many as are not stiffnecked and have faith, have communion with the Holy Spirit, which maketh manifest unto the children of men, according to their faith.” (Jarom 1:4)
Far too often, I think I fall on the side of the stiffnecked. In fact, I know I do. I am just proud enough to miss so many of the blessings which could be easily obtained. In some instances, more recognized.
There are plenty of ways in which I still need to repent and rise above the natural man. Without beating up on myself too much, I do completely recognize that I am just humble and faithful enough to have some personal revelations of my own. I end up with one or two in each journal, but they are there. Meaning, I know that the Lord speaks to even me in my weakness. Even in my weakness, I am abundantly blessed and am just humble enough to see some of those blessings and miracles all about me.