The words of Elder James J. Hamula of the Seventy are stirring as millions sit in darkness due to the massive power outages from Hurricane Sandy.
“In the last days, the storms of mortality seem to be particularly intense and seem to be gathering in scope and fury. . .The thrust of Moroni’s message [to
Joseph Smith on Sept. 21st, 1823] was that “great judgments … were
coming upon the earth, with great desolations by famine, sword, and pestilence”
(Joseph Smith—History 1:45) and that the power to avoid such judgments was
coming in the priesthood keys that Elijah would help restore to the earth. . .they who will endure the storms of the last days and
will stand when the Lord appears are they who know and obey His voice. As the Lord
revealed to Joseph Smith: “They … [who] have received the truth, and have taken
the Holy Spirit for their guide, and have not been deceived—verily I say unto
you, they shall not be hewn down and cast into the fire, but shall abide the day” (D&C 45:57; emphasis added).
Such persons will have sanctified themselves through receipt of the saving
ordinances and obedience to the covenants associated with such ordinances,
understanding that when the veil is rent and all men shall see Him, “he that is
not purified shall not abide the day” (D&C 38:8;
emphasis added). Such persons will be those who have availed themselves of the
blessings of the temple and made such blessings available to their kindred dead
(see D&C 128:24; Revelation 7:14-17).”
-Elder James J. Hamula of the Seventy
(Ensign, Dec. 2010, Commandments,
Calamaties, and the Second Coming)
I was able to
share my testimony of this with our Primary children
Sunday as we talked about ordinances of the gospel being available to
all of God's children through Priesthood power righteously exercised in
the temple. I had a large bucket full of brown. shredded paper,
interspersed with white strips of paper that held the names of some
of my ancestors. These names corresponded with WANTED posters I had
made.
I had several of the children take turns 'digging' for the names of my family members. On a chalkboard, I had sketched a large drawing of the temple, and we talked about how Heavenly Father loves all of His children, and that He is not a 'respecter of persons'. That He provides all with the opportunity to receive the saving ordinances of the gospel. But that we must dig for and find our family members and take them to the temple.
I know that we without our kindred dead cannot be made perfect, or whole; that heaven will be a little less so if we are not surrounded by our family members. I am grateful for the sealing power of the priesthood, and that it is on this earth and available to us. I treasure the truth that though the storms of mortality sift and separate, the sealing power unites and binds us together forever.
Master, the tempest is raging!
The billows are tossing high!
The sky is o'ershadow with blackness,
No shelter or help is nigh;
Carest Thou not that we perish? How canst Thou lie asleep,
When each moment so madly is threatening A grave in the angry deep?
The winds and the waves shall obey Thy will, Peace, be still!
Whether the wrath of the storm tossed sea, Or demons or men, or whatever it be
Whether the wrath of the storm tossed sea, Or demons or men, or whatever it be
No waters can swallow the ship where lies The Master of ocean, and earth, and skies;
They all shall sweetly obey Thy will, Peace, be still! Peace, be still!
They all shall sweetly obey Thy will, Peace, peace, be still!
They all shall sweetly obey Thy will, Peace, be still! Peace, be still!
They all shall sweetly obey Thy will, Peace, peace, be still!
May we find true peace and safety amidst the storms of this life.


1 comment:
I think I will have you plan my sharing times for me from now on, because yours was a whole lot cooler than mine was. :) What a neat idea!
I am so grateful for the blessings of the temple in my life as well. The night I received my endowment, my Grandma Henry's work was being done and I was able to witness my dad being sealed to his parents. I can't even begin to describe how beautiful and amazing that experience was. It will forever be engraved on my heart.
We miss you three!
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