Thursday, June 8, 2017

Feed the Hungry


No kid should go hungry is a thread on reddit that needs to be shared. The info in it, anyway.

The opening post:
With the recent reiteration at GC stating that people need to pay their tithing before buying food for their family, etc. and knowing that while this is insane and stupid there are those TBMs that will follow this and there also are just people in need in general, this will hopefully help at least one or two kids this summer from going hungry:
. . . .  Community post for UT area! Copying from a friends wall: edited I was told this is for the US in general!
"If you are financially struggling and you need help feeding your children this summer, or if you know of some hungry children, please text "food" to 877877.

No paper work, no questions asked, just show up and all children under 18 eat free all summer.
It will ask you to enter a zip code or address and will respond back with the nearest locations (school, community center, library, park, etc.) where meals are available throughout the day. Even if you aren't in need, someone else's kids are. No child deserves to go hungry, ever!
Please copy, paste, post or share!"
I think it is sad that a multi-billion-dollar organization that can afford to pay cash to build a high-end mall with condos, and who can build a whole city in Florida without going into debt preaches to the poor to give them money. Especially damning is the doctrine to give this rich organization money even if it means your kids go hungry, your utilities get shut off, and you get ousted (made homeless) because you can't pay your mortgage. If this is the teachings of their god, then their god is the devil.


Monday, March 27, 2017

Musings - What if . . . ?

What if . . .
Destruction begins in Boise, Idaho, flows down through Idaho Falls, Logan, Utah, the Centerville/Salt Lake area, through the Orem/Provo area, then stops for a season?

What if . . . 
During this period of rest, God sends out his angels to gather the beginnings of Zion?

What if . . . 
After the period of rest, destruction picks up again where it left off, going from the Ephraim, Utah area through the Cedar City area, through the St. George area to the Las Vegas, Nevada area, then continues until it reached the Phoenix, Arizona area?

What if . . .
There's another period of rest, then destruction picks up again in California, Texas, and Georgia - and continues until the overflowing scourge has encompassed all of the continental U.S. - maybe even Canada?

What if . . . 
God has a pattern he wants us to see, so that we can be forewarned and prepared?

Sunday, February 19, 2017

Trusting Jesus

This morning, during the sacrament of the Lord's supper, a memory came back to me, as well as insights about it, and I'd like to share it.

I used to be very afraid of heights. When I was a teenager, I was at Lagoon (an amusement park north of Salt Lake City, Utah) with my sister, her husband, and their two children. We were near the ferris wheel and wanted to go to the other side of the park. Above our heads was a ride. It went from one side of the park to the other, and all you did on the ride was travel from one side to the other, high above the park. My brother-in-law and my 2 or 3-year-old niece were going to ride and my sister was going to walk. My brother-in-law was a big, solid guy.

I was torn. I really wanted to ride so I could see the view, but was terribly afraid to do so. I finally decided to follow my brother-in-law. They put the three of us in one of the seats which, to my horror, had no place to put our feet (I'm sure it was to make it easier to get on and off the ride, as it was constantly moving). I really wanted to jump out and say, "No way, I'm not doing that!" But I kept quiet, and it was soon too late to do anything to escape except jump out, which would have hurt a lot.

I put my arms around my brother-in-law's neck and hid my face in his shoulder. Gradually, after I saw that having no footrest didn't make me fall out, I got brave enough to peek out. That led to slowly looking at the scenery until, about halfway through the ride, I was looking at everything. We saw my sister with the baby in the baby-backpack, the other rides, the concession stands, the parking lot.

The ride became enjoyable. I may have still held on to my brother-in-law's arm, but I was no longer terrified. I wasn't even fearful. (That didn't remove my fear of heights, by the way.)

As that experience was brought to my mind today, this thought accompanied it: Christ is my rock. Jesus is my solid foundation. As my brother-in-law was my rock that helped me overcome my fear during that ride, so Jesus is there to help me overcome all fear. Also, the feeling of safety and security that my brother-in-law filled me with returned with the memory of the incident, and I was shown that I can have that same feeling with the Lord. In everything.

My brother-in-law seemed safe and solid and, in that thing he was totally safe. But he is a man. Mortal. Human. He cannot be my salvation, nor my safety in all things. Jesus is safe. Immortal. Divine. And can be my salvation, as well as my safety, in all things.

I think this was a first real step in trusting the Lord, and I praise him for it. He is ever kind, ever beckoning, ever doing all he can to persuade us to trust him, to persuade us that he is the only place of complete safety. No matter what it is we fear, no matter what it is that has hurt us in the past or that threatens us now, he is the only safe place we can be.

I am sure there are other lessons to be learned from that experience, lessons that would bring me closer to Jesus Christ, my Lord.

In any case, I hope this recollection helps someone who reads this. I hope it helps you draw closer to the Lord, who loves you.