December Reflections on Christ

The Light of the World

Shines into my darkness,

Gently takes me by the hand,

Shows me my weakness and tutors me.

He finds where I am hid.

The Life of the World

Hears my cry and sees my distress.

He takes my despair

And breathes truth into my weary mind,

Encouraging my heart to beat again.

He teaches me His plan is vastly superior to mine.

He helps me see the miracles that abound.

He teaches me to trust Him,

To let go of the world, and my way

To make space for Him -

The merciful, and perfect Son of God.

-Diane

For the joy of human love,

Brother, sister, parent, child,

Friends on earth, and friends above,

For all gentle thoughts and mild,

Lord of all, to thee we raise

This our hymn of grateful praise.

---For the Beauty of the Earth

I marvel at the PEOPLE and give thanks - the fellow passengers of planet earth and the joy of human love they bring! We are connected - as brothers, sisters, cousins, family - we are truly connected by common ancestors, common challenges and common needs. And while connected we are so different as well. In the current culture that emphasizes the divisiveness of people, I wish this season to contemplate the beauty, complexity and diversity of people as a stunning blessing. 

I think of my corner of the world with its people I love dearly, those that I raised and those that raised me. I adore my family, my husband and each of my children. We bump against each other sometimes in challenging ways and often in joyful ways. I appreciate their perspectives, talents and capacity to love. I love them for their tenacity, grace and willingness to overlook weaknesses and lend their hearts and hands. Parents, brothers, sisters, husband, children, aunts, uncles, cousins, each so like me and yet so different. I hope my life reflects back the goodness I see in them.

For similar reasons I cherish my friends, neighborhood, community, nation and world. In my community there are kindred spirits who give freely and love abundantly. I value both our similarities and our differences. I'm grateful for the joy and love of children, and the vibrance of youth; they speak from their heart and seek to make the world a better place. The fire of their spirits and the light in their eyes encourages me to be a better person. My neighbors, teach me what it means to be kind and to listen.

Many people came before me, and did hard things that have made my life easier. Many people who will come after me, those who aren't born yet, and I honor them. I love those who became musicians and artists who comfort and inspire. I'm grateful for the poets and writers who have written the words and authored the books bringing insight and understanding - for builders, farmers and every contribution to humanity. The amazon truck driver, the kind grocer and the man who fixed my frig this summer. How marvelous to be surrounded by people of all ages, all walks, all races, all hearts.

I'm grateful for the people I've met in Chile, Italy and Jerusalem. I'm grateful for the people I met from Africa and South America at the United Nations, both in New York and Salt Lake. I love learning about other cultures and nations. The more we learn, the more we are able to understand and love.

I'm grateful for PEOPLE - fellow passengers on planet earth - those I know, those I read about in books, articles and news events, and those I have yet to meet. I believe their unique perspectives, talents, and examples of kindness are part of the joy of human love. I believe If we knew each other's stories we would laugh and cry together.  I believe greater understanding would result as we appreciate and listen to each other. I believe in the majesty, diversity and joy that comes from people past, present and future.

Call to Action for American Families

Most of America, my neighbors, and family were appalled by the incivility at the first 2020 presidential debate.  When I turned off the event that evening, I felt empty, confused, and disillusioned. 

Boyd Matheson, helped me process the disaster in his article, "Tuesday's Debate Had No Winner, just 320 Million Losers."  https://www.deseret.com/2020/9/30/21495454/presidential-debate-trump-biden-chris-wallace-winner-america-loser    He said, "Sometimes when it becomes impossible to describe what something is, it is easier to outline what it is not." In other words what did not happen? Leadership, vision and inspiration did not happen. Accountability and humility were missing. Compassion was lost. No innovation or persuasion. No humor or hope. The values and virtues I would wish for my children were blatantly absent in the debate.

How did this happen? Boyd Matheson asked the brilliant question of who bears the responsibility for the tenor and tone for the conversations in this country?  He said, 

"Presidents, politicians and other elected officials bear immense responsibility for setting the tone and tenor for the conversations in the country. But they don’t own those conversations — the American people do. To blame a president for the lack of civility, compassion, integrity or respect in the country absolves citizens of their responsibility... This is a “we the people” issue."

Truth bomb! What if what we saw was in part a reflection of us? What if it were a mirror of what we allow in our homes, interactions, and social media? What if the vitriol nature of the communication online and in violent protests were the logical companions of what we saw on the first debate? As parents, we set the bar for what is acceptable in our homes. As a people we set the bar for what is acceptable in our nation. Is there a call here to raise vision, accountability and compassion to just name three missing virtues? How would a raised bar look in our homes and the nation? Do I model, teach and talk about these values in my home? Do I refuse to deal with real issues and argue about the irrelevant and trivial? Do I seek to inspire or do I shrink from principled action and accountability?  I found myself wanting.  I can improve. Many more questions could be asked of all of us as we contemplate what the presidential debate might be teaching us about us. 

And what can "we the people do?" We can ponder what is lost. Our sadness, or anger at what isn't, can help us identify what is missing in our society. Then we can accept the personal charge to take missing virtues and nurture them in our homes, neighborhoods and social media circles. What triggered us most about the interactions in the first presidential debate? What does that tell us to focus on creating in our homes? Inspiring leadership is to live higher than the surrounding culture. This charge echoes the prayer of St. Francis of Assisi, part of which reads: 

St. Francis of Assisi

Lord, make me an instrument of thy peace!

That where there is hatred, I may bring love.

That where there is wrong, I may bring the spirit of forgiveness.

That where there is discord, I may bring harmony.

That where there is error, I may bring truth.

That where there is doubt, I may bring faith. 

That where there is despair, I may bring hope                            ... 

We can walk away from that debate in disgust and scorn, or we can dig deep into our souls and homes, and consciously choose to create something better. Responding with greater light than what we are marinating in is the essence of leadership and parenthood.  I believe Heavenly Parents gave us that charge. That is the call to my soul and to all Americans. Be what you did not see. Live what you did not hear. Create the missing piece of responsible leadership in America. 

Family Stories Matter

I closed the book because it was getting late. My children wanted to the story to go on.  But tomorrow was coming. I placed the book on the mantle and tucked everyone in. By the next morning one child had read several more chapters. This story of reading before bedtime was repeated hundreds of times in their childhood. I smile as I reflect on the wonderful reading memories over the years together. Those stories bonded us and made us who we are.  Stories created vision for our future and meaning for our past. 

This was the theme of my first online course! Family Stories Matter, the title of my course shared how the power is in the stories we read, tell, create and live every day in our families. I was so excited to share the things I learned with other parents last July in the first beta group.  In the creation of six modules, I began to articulate some of the deeply treasured knowledge acquired over the years. https://www.familystoriesmatter.com/

So here I share a tiny glimpse into the thesis of the course. This is the beginning path to give your family values, voice and vision through the stories you read and tell.  

What do you value? How will you pass it on? What matters to you most? God? Freedom? Family? Loyalty? Compassion? Justice? Education? Define what your top values are, then read the books to your children that articulate those values. Talk about the values as you read together. David, in the book "Just David" by Eleanor Porter comes off the clear clean mountains of the Alps into an unknown culture, foreign in its values. He struggles to makes sense of it and as we watch him struggle we see our culture and its values in a new light. This story was one of my son's favorite reads and creates space for valuable family values discussion.  The story "I Am Malala" by Malala Yousafzai creates space for discussing the value and price of education and freedom.  Consider the values of what you read and watch because those books, and those movies instill values into the minds and hearts of your children. 

How do stories give impetus to voice? The stories that fire your children's hearts, will become the seedbed of the stories they share from their souls to the world. Their passion becomes their voice. The simplest of beginnings may be a story about a kind act such as Mary in "Ordinary Mary's Extraordinary Deed" by Emily Pearson who gives blueberries to her neighbor, starting a chain of kindness that influences the world. The way you encourage your child's desires and talents will give voice to the style and manner they share their message with others. It may be music, sports, architecture, poetry, whatever their unique gifts are will manifest the style of message your children send. And you as a parent, will share your voice powerfully as you carefully choose stories of value and merit shaping and passing the values on.

Your stories define your family vision. Whether conscious or not, the stories you read and tell, live and share, become the panorama of life before your children's eyes, ears and heart. With intention, deliberately craft a vision for you family. Does it include adventure? Read Swiss Family Robinson by Johann David Wyss, then plan adventure together. Define what adventure looks like for your family.  Is your vision one of family kindness? Read "My Father's Dragon" by Ruth Stiles Gannett and set a goal as a family to look for those who need your kindness and act on it. Your vision becomes real as you act on your ideas after reading the stories of others modeling that vision.

It seems almost too simple, but the power of stories in our children's hearts will drive their imagination and understanding throughout their lives. Great things turn on small hinges. Your family values, voice and vision lies in your hands. Choose carefully the stories that build your values, voice and vision. As has been said of freedom and belief, we are always one generation away from losing values we hold dear.  

Your Family Stories Matter. 

Let your voice be heard. Teach your children.

Rituals

I've gazed on the pyramids of Egypt and walked to their center and strolled through the temple complexes of Luxor. I've seen the prayers written on small pieces of paper tucked in cracks of massive stone blocks that compose the Western Wall of Jerusalem. I've walked through the ruins of Ancient Rome, the Coliseum, and the Roman Forum. I've read of Chichén Itzá in Mexico and reflected on the Native American Hopi Dances. These remains of large structures and events speak from the stones and the dances of cultures, values and identity of peoples of long ago. One senses the grandeur of something now vanished and the unknown and unspoken power of rituals and practices that bound people together.  

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There are striking similarities in these structures and events of  passages returning home, religious rituals acknowledging a higher power, traditions of judgment, justice, mercy as well as celebrations of planting, harvest and renewal. 

I'm fascinated by the deliberate and intentional effort to preserve meaning, culture, customs, identity and values through the elaborate construction, detailed dances and even small bundles that can be carried in ones hands. Recently I read of a gathering of objects into a sacred bundle by the Pawnee Indians. Something similar existed in Aztec, Mayan and other Native American cultures as well. This sacred bundle was handed down from mother to daughter through the maternal lines. In a ritual the men could open it and use its contents. 

One such sacred bundle belonged to Sadie, a pawnee girl. In 1873, Sioux warriors attacked a Pawnee tribe who were hunting. Her father tied her to a horse, slipped a treasured peace medal around her neck, and bound the sacred bundle to her back, with instructions to care for it. Sadie guarded the bundle carefully, but as both her parents were killed in battle, her father could not pass along the ritual use of the bundle and it could not be opened. It remained in the family as a symbol of their spiritual heritage. Several generations later, the Pawnee descendant donated the sacred bundle to the Kansas Historical Society, where it is today, unopened and above the lodge's altar. 

Several years ago a garden hoe was buried with my father in the cement vault with his casket. It was a powerful symbol of an ordinary object that he used to bring forth the bounties of the earth. His ritual actions of planting in the spring, harvesting in the fall, and sharing his bounty with others were personal trademarks. Most importantly he shared this ritual side by side with his children and grandchildren because of his passion to pass on the value of work to the next generation. 

This leads me to ask: How do you pass on your culture and identity to your future generations? How do you share your values with your children? 

My simply attempt to create ritual of meaning and value is in the manner of the sacred bundle, in the order of the pyramids and with the intensity of a Hopi dance. As each child gets married I plan to give them a treasure chest. Inside the treasure chest I will place:

• Faith Book: A gathering of stories of their ancestors who loved God and looked to Him for answers. The book also contains the faith of each member of their family, their experiences and understandings of the workings of God in their lives. A small history of our lives is included.

• Seed packets: Representative of working with God and the earth to produce food to eat and share together.

• Money for a repenting bench: (A bench will not fit in the small chest.) A place to sit and remind oneself that if we look within, we can find something to change in each of us when contention occurs.

• Fabric for a flag: Decide what your family stands for, write it on a flag and live by and wave that flag.

• Zionizer: This is an empty cardboard tube. When you look through it, you consciously choose to see something better and make it better than it was. It is a fun family practice. 

• Dry erase chore chart: Each child can find self worth in contributing to the lives of others. They also develop compassion as they take on responsibilities that influence the wellbeing of others.

• Egermeier Bible Story Book: The best children's bible book that tells the stories, engagingly and preserves and teaches faith in God.

Bestowing the treasure chest will be a ritual when a child leaves home. While the treasure chest consists of just objects, quite ordinary, the real monument is what they create with their family. The most meaningful structure they could create is a strong marriage and children who love God and their fellowman. The objects were simply symbolic of the values and path to get there. The families being created every day will be far more influential than all the pyramids, temple complexes and sacred bundles in the world. I look to the rituals.  Rituals create our identity and direction.  I believe that is what we want for our children - rituals that will tell the story of who they are, rituals that will bond and connect them to those who went before and preserve the values that make for a faith filled, strong, kind, and free society, one that will be of value to the world they live in. 

Passing the Baton

The wintertime of 1932 was a desperate time for my Dad growing up. There was little money left from harvesting the crops and my grandfather Cyril needed cash for his family. Many men in the community went to California to find work to sustain their families. A state road project in a nearby canyon accepted Cyril's application for him and his team of horses. The family was happy that their Dad had found local work and there might even be a Christmas. Near the first of December, his wife Rachel helped him put on a sheep lined overcoat to protect against the below zero temperatures and prepared a small lunch as he left for his newfound work and the family dreamed of unfamiliar prosperity. 

From my Dad's history we read:

On the second or third day of my father's employment...he came home in the middle of the day. My mother expressed great concern to why he was home...He then informed Mother that his responsibility on the road project was to use his team of horses to remove dirt from a high area down to another area to cover the pipe or culvert they were installing under the roadway. He then explained to Mother...that the men were complaining that he was delivering too much dirt before they could successfully shovel it around the culvert. After the second or third complaint from the men that my father was working too hard and making more work for the men than they desired, the foreman of the contract stated to Father, "Unless you slow down and the men stop complaining, we don't need your help anymore."

 

This, to my father, was surrendering his honesty and integrity for an honest day's work. If he could not do an honest day's work for an honest day's pay, then he would not work. So after the third admonition by the foreman, my father was asked to leave the job and his employment was terminated. 

My mother said, "Is it that important for your position, that you would sacrifice the precious cash that we need for the family?"

My father then went out to the barn and found other work for the next couple days to keep himself busy and to keep his mind off of the problems that he had created because of his stance for honesty and integrity.

It was either on the second or third day after the episode that the same foreman stood at our front door ...and asked if he could come into our home. ...He then said to both of them that they had tried to get other teams of horses and other men and scrapers to pull the dirt down from the top of the hill on to the pipe and culvert, but none could do the job..."Would you consider my apology for our position and your determination to do the right thing and will you come back and do the work? The men have all agreed they will not complain about your efforts."

This made a deep impression on my Dad of the value of hard and honest work. Later in life he said, "My life in addition to other objectives is to help my grandsons to learn the blessings of work." His goal has been a great blessing to me because he spent thousands of hours teaching my children skills and working by their side. The gifts of personal empowerment and self worth that working gives growing children is one of the greatest gifts my father gave me, and my children. 

He marveled later in life as he traveled that he, the boy who slept with the turkeys, could enjoy the incredible places this world has to offer, a world unknown to his parents. The capacity to work hard, and play hard, to feel gratitude for the blessings that hard work brought to him, kept him from a sense of entitlement. His example of work and gratitude is a lasting heritage and legacy I hope to pass on to my children and grandchildren. This story will be one of the ways I pass that baton.

Let it Begin with Me

Let There Be Peace On Earth was a song I sang in the 70's. The song is more relevant today yet the goal farther away. The next line in the song says, and let it begin with me. 

Where do answers begin for the national unrest, violence, and rioting? How do wrongs get righted? How does a nation heal from the divide and racial tension? If violence is met with more violence, we have more violence. What if, the acknowledgement of our inhumanity and racist practices brought us to personal reflection and thoughtful kind action instead? What if each of us considered those we know of differing cultures or races and we reached out in kindness? What if we made necessary adjustments in our capacity to love and respect others? What if our awareness brought us to engage in acts of kindness or service we might not have otherwise done? 

From USA Today: Jamil Zaki, a Stanford professor who studies kindness, explained its role in the current movement. “People often ask me why I titled my book 'The War for Kindness',” he said, implying that kindness and fighting are incompatible. “I don't think they are. In a culture of increasing inequality, loneliness and anger, we must fight back to reclaim our common humanity. In today's world, kindness is a radical act.”

One day one of my children came home from school having been bullied by a neighbor. At first, my husband and I were indignant and thought surely if the parent is made aware, the situation will right itself. Instead, after discussion our child took cookies to the door of the neighbor guilty of bullying. There never was another incidence with bullying from that neighbor.  

Now I'm not naive enough to think that chocolate chip cookies will solve the severe and brutal injustices that occur. I'm not so ignorant to believe that just being kind solves all world ills. I'm not suggesting we do away with courts, law and punishments. But I am simple enough to believe that beginning within ourselves, our families and in our homes, we can add kindness. It's possible the sum of many simple kind words and acts are the math will make the world that much better.  

A fascinating ancient war story is told of a war loving group that came to know God's love and wanted to show their remorse for their blood thirsty past. They literally dug a pit and threw their weapons in. Yes, in future wars, some died without their weapons, but many of their aggressors, changed their lives because of the humility and conviction of those they were killing. 

In the popular movie of the 50's, Ben Hur, the main character Judah Ben Hur is obsessed with revenge for the malicious and hardened Masala, who betrayed him and caused him years of slavery in the galleys and imprisonment for his sister and mother. Esther, a family servant watching this anger and says in a moment of truth to Ben Hur, "It is as if you had become Masala!"  If we are not careful we can become what we hate. We can be guilty of what we accuse. 

Looking inward at who we are and for any way we might be contributing to the problem is the first step toward healing. Acknowledging, and appreciating the legion of kind acts during this pandemic by individuals, families, neighborhoods, companies, and groups everywhere who see a need and take action can help us focus on the kindness that is part of our global DNA. Taking active steps to live with respect and dignity towards others and teaching our children is another critical step. Every response that pushes the darkness back brings a little more light and kindness into this world. Let it begin with each of us.