My husband's job has him on the road a lot. He logged right at 45,000 miles last year and spent many nights in hotels far from home for various conferences, meetings, and what have you. The stories he tells me from working in corporate America are alarming and a clear evidence that we are battling it out in Babylon. I'll fore-go the salacious details about the late night intrigues, the work place corruption, and the abhorrent language my husband is exposed to day in and day out. It grates on him. I am sure many of you have family members or are yourself equally cognoscente of the challenge it is to work in this world, yet not be of it.
Thankfully, I have seen this steady stream of exposure to immorality and behavioral coarseness ground my husband further in the gospel.
Blaine isn't pushy. He isn't the type to shove his standards down your throat or proselyte to everyone he meets. He quietly goes about his life, trying to live in such a way that brings honor to his name and the family from which he comes. I live with the guy, and I can tell you that he isn't one to criticize or condemn--but his convictions run deep and he will counter falsehoods and defend the truth.
Recently, he had an interesting exchange on Facebook with a former missionary he served with after he posted about the overreach our government has. Following is the discussion they had.
If that is paranoid, then I'll take it. In the Book of Mormon a man named Moroni is described:
"And Moroni was a strong and a mighty man; he was a man of a perfect understanding;
yea, a man that did not delight in bloodshed; a man whose soul did joy
in the liberty and the freedom of his country, and his brethren from
bondage and slavery; Yea,
a man whose heart did swell with thanksgiving to his God, for the many
privileges and blessings which he bestowed upon his people; a man who
did labor exceedingly for the welfare and safety of his people. Yea, and he was a man who was firm in the faith of Christ, and he had sworn with an oath to defend his people, his rights, and his country, and his religion, even to the loss of his blood."
The record states after that "if all men had been, and were, and ever would be, like unto Moroni, behold, the very powers of hell would have been shaken forever; yea, the devil would never have power over the hearts of the children of men." (Alma 48: 11-13, 17)
Thank you to our fathers, brothers, husbands and sons. Thank you valiant warriors for fighting the good fight, for sticking to the course. Thank you for not waiting to be asked, but doing what needs to be done because somebody has to.
Waves and kisses from those who keep the home fires burning.
(There is an old song from 1914 by Ivor Novello and Lena Ford called Keep the Home Fires Burning-'Till the Boys Come Home that I thought I would include for all us gals out there. Enjoy!)
- They were summoned from the hillside,
- They were called in from the glen,
- And the country found them ready
- At the stirring call for men.
- Let no tears add to their hardships
- As the soldiers pass along,
- And although your heart is breaking,
- Make it sing this cheery song:
- Keep the Home Fires Burning,
- While your hearts are yearning.
- Though your lads are far away
- They dream of home.
- There's a silver lining
- Through the dark clouds shining,
- Turn the dark cloud inside out
- Till the boys come home.
- Overseas there came a pleading,
- "Help a nation in distress"
- And we gave our glorious laddies -
- Honour bade us do no less,
- For no gallant son of Britain
- To a tyrant's yoke shall bend,
- And no Englishman is silent
- To the sacred call of "Friend."
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