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One would think that to be a man of God a person has to be serious at all times. But based on my limited experience working with a few general authorities, most of them have a zest for life and cheerful countenances that show the happy people they truly are. Perhaps one reason is that they possess this peace inside that passeth all understanding which make them stand unfazed and optimistic even in the midst of a calamity. This peace transcends all outward circumstances that they naturally exhibit through their bright smiles and beaming countenances—a disposition that they inevitably pass on to all those around them.

So I was really ecstatic to see that the living prophet is someone who has a great sense of humor and can laugh even at himself!!! 🙂 I loved it when he made everyone laugh by playing some goofy tunes on the piano on his way back inside the Cebu City Philippines Temple from the cornerstone ceremony. I had to lean over to my daughter to point out that being funny is fine and that it doesn’t mean being irreverent. I did that in the hope that she would finally quit telling me to “behave” every time I am being goofy on many, many occasions. Nyaha! 🙂

 
Cheerfulness is a bright example worthy of emulation. The memories of family and friendships that I cherish most are those that come from light moments of laughter, fun, and joy.  On the contrary, my lapse in judgment following associations with some grumpy people almost always ended up with heartache and regret.


I take pride and pleasure at the knowledge that I belong to a happy, wacky family and that my life-long friendships are with those who make me laugh my heart out on a regular basis. Thoughts of moments spent with them make me smile and give me a warm, fuzzy feeling inside.


I invite everyone to follow the prophet and be a little bit more cheerful in our everyday dealings with our fellow beings—even when the situation doesn’t seem very funny. Oh, ESPECIALLY when the situation doesn’t seem very funny! 🙂


Everyone looks good with a smile! Let’s try to wear one more often!!! 🙂

Say CHEESE!!! 🙂 🙂 🙂

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To most of us, he was our favorite prophet. To some, he was the only one they’ve really known. But as David Griffin said, President Hinckley “would not want us to grieve long. We still have a lot of work here on earth which requires our undivided attention.” 
 
He’s right.    

But before we move on to those other equally important things, we would like to post this article written by Kathleen Flake entitled “How to Bury a Prophet.”  

 

She wrote:

The Latter-day Saints buried their prophet on Saturday. Thousands attended the service in person and millions more faithful watched in chapels around the globe, as well as on the internet. What they saw was an unusually personal ceremony for a very public man who led and to large degree defined the contemporary Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. Notwithstanding the numbers and titles of participants, Gordon Hinckley’s funeral was a family affair both in word and sacrament. It was an extraordinary display of what makes Mormonism tick.   

Gordon Hinckley died at the age of ninety-seven, having been in the church’s leading councils since 1958 and serving as its fifteenth president since 1995. He shaped the church through a half century of growth in one hundred and seventy countries. A third of its present membership joined during his tenure as president. Displaying remarkable vigor late in life, he met with church members on every continent, responding to their needs with curricular, welfare, and building programs whose costs are impossible to imagine and no one will admit. He met the press to a degree unequaled and with an openness heretofore unknown among Mormonism’s leadership. This effort too was largely successful. No less a cynic than CBS’s Mike Wallace admitted that Hinckley “fully deserves the almost universal admiration that he gets.” He was, as Newsweek’s Jon Meacham said, “a charming and engaging man, an unlikely prelate and all the more impressive for that.” The same could be said of his funeral.  

 

Hinckley’s funeral was an unlikely but impressive mix of the sacramental and the mundane, in large part because it observed Mormonism’s custom that families bury their dead. The family designs the memorial program, participates actively in it, and performs the ordinances that send their loved ones off to the next life. Yes, the chapel in this case was the LDS Conference center that held 21,000 mourners; the lay pastor who conducted the meeting was Thomas Monson, Hinckley’s presumptive successor as “prophet, seer, and revelator;” and the music was provided by the three-hundred-plus member Mormon Tabernacle Choir. But, in all other essentials, the service was performed by the family. A son gave the invocation. Monson conducted at the request of the family, he said, not by ecclesiastical right. The eulogy was given by a daughter who described her father’s life as half-way point in a now seven-generation story of sacrifice, death, and survival that is the Mormon saga. Explicitly gathering the millions watching into that story, she declared “we are one family sharing an inheritance of faith.” Friends with high titles spoke next. Though the requisite list of Hinckley’s ecclesiastical accomplishments was given, it was subordinated to his success as a courageous and amusing friend and a successful husband and father. Another daughter gave the benediction: “We are buoyed by the knowledge that we will see him again as family, as friends.”  

 

Hinckley’s sons and daughters with their spouses led the casket out of the hall and between an honor guard of church authorities. Cameras followed the mourners, focusing on his five children, twenty-five grandchildren and sixty-two great-grandchildren who formed the cortege to the cemetery. There, possibly most surprisingly, the eldest son dedicated the grave without fanfare. Notwithstanding the presence of the entire church hierarchy, the son stepped forward to pronounce: “By the authority of the Melchizedek priesthood, I dedicate this grave for the remains of Gordon B. Hinckley, until such time as thou shall call him forth.” Then, church leaders were “dismissed,” as Monson put it. As the church teaches is the case in the afterlife, only the family remained.  

 

Families are, as Latter-day Saints like to say, forever. What they don’t say is that the church is not forever. It is only the instrument for endowing families with the right and duty to mediate the gifts of the gospel to their members, thereby sealing the willing among them as families in the life to come. This was Hinckley’s message as a prophet. As he would have it and as the best Mormon funerals do, his message was embodied and enacted by his family who blessed him in death, no less than in life. This is how the Latter-day Saints, at least, bury a prophet.

– Kathleen Flake, “How to Bury a Prophet,” Sightings (Martin Marty Center), University of Chicago Divinity School.
 
Kathleen Flake is an associate professor of American Religious History at Vanderbilt University Divinity School and Graduate Department of Religion.

http://marty-center.uchicago.edu/sightings/archive_2008/0207.shtml

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A man of great wisdom, President Hinckley has been quoted thousands of times through the years and his teachings proved to be valuable to most of us in this age and time. We invite you to share your favorite quotes from him. J

Here’s mine:

We know not what lies ahead of us. We know not what the coming days will bring. We live in a world of uncertainty. For some, there will be great accomplishment. For others, disappointment. For some, much of rejoicing and gladness, good health, and gracious living. For others, perhaps sickness and a measure of sorrow. We do not know. But one thing we do know. Like the polar star in the heavens, regardless of what the future holds, there stands the Redeemer of the world, the Son of God, certain and sure as the anchor of our immortal lives. He is the rock of our salvation, our strength, our comfort, the very focus of our faith.

– Gordon B. Hinckley, “We Look to Christ,” Ensign, May 2002, 90

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