Sunday, September 30, 2012

"Hey, That's Not Fair!... Wait, What's God Saying?"


"That's not fair!".

I've thought it.  Said it.  And yet sometimes (ok, most times), it just simply does absolutely nothing.  I have a brother and two sisters.  Somehow, they seem to provide the most excellent opportunities for me to raise my opinion to my parents about what I think is fair or not.  Of course, I'm a responsible adult now and I don't have to delve into those sibling rivalries anymore.  Right?  No, definitely not.  Some things just don't change, no matter how long your gone!

You can say the reason is brotherly or sisterly love,  but when it comes to dealing out responsibilities the home immediately turns into an intense court room battle where sibling is against sibling to determine what is "just" and "fair".  I don't always think the judge is truly listening to my case.  I mean, there's definitely a blatant solution to the problem.  And it usually always works out for my good.   I don't get why its not granted.  Its obvious.  I get what I want.  And then I can be happy and because I'm happy you can be happy.

So simple!  But oh so selfish.  I guess that's why life isn't fair.  And life's problems far exceed those minuscule rivalries between siblings.

We aren't the judge either.  That's one responsibility I am glad I don't have.  That's all on you God!  Thankfully, He wants to be our judge and He'll be completely just.  Now, I don't know what you think, but I am going to side with Elder Dallin H. Oaks and say that can be a little scary too.

Elder Oaks, speaking to CES religious educators in his talk "Sins, Crimes, and Atonement", said

"The justice of God holds each of us responsible for our own transgressions and automatically imposes the penalty. This reality should permeate our understanding, and it should influence all our teachings about the commandments of God and the effect of individual transgressions.

In keeping with the legal traditions of man, many seem to want justice. It is true that justice is a friend that will protect us from persecution by the enemies of righteousness. But justice will also see that we receive what we deserve, and that is an outcome, I fear.

I cannot achieve my eternal goals on the basis of what I deserve. Though I try with all my might, I am still what King Benjamin called an "unprofitable servant" (see Mosiah 2:21). To achieve my eternal goals, I need more than I deserve. I need more than justice".

When you hear that coming from an apostle of Jesus Christ, your probably thinking, "Ok, well I tried.  Send me on my way God!" It isn't that way though.  Indeed, God offers us more then justice.  He offers us mercy and salvation.  He has given us the Atonement. "All that is unfair about life can be made right through the Atonement of Jesus Christ" (Preach My Gospel, p. 52).

And that's an outcome I'm content with.  When this life isn't fair and it sends blows my way that knock me down and weaken my strength, all I need remember is that God offers so much more.



Friday, September 28, 2012

Why Be Past Feeling?

Over the course of my mission I worked on a number of blog posts and ideas.  For some reason or another, I never got around to completing some of them.  In an effort to finish that which I've already started, I'll begin with this one.



"He that is slow to wrath is of great understanding . . ." (Proverbs 14:29)

I'd say that's some very wise counsel as I have come to learn that anger is usually spurred by a lack of understanding of some variable on my part.  With anger comes a variety of emotions and feelings that usually are far from desirable - my muscles tense up, my head gets hot, and I feel quite agitated.  Everything that follows anger is everything opposite of what God's Spirit feels like.

"But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, longsuffering, gentleness, goodness, faith ... meekness, temperance." (Galatians 5:22-23)

"We've all felt anger. It can come when things don’t turn out the way we want. It might be a reaction to something which is said of us or to us. We may experience it when people don’t behave the way we want them to behave. Perhaps it comes when we have to wait for something longer than we expected. We might feel angry when others can’t see things from our perspective. There seem to be countless possible reasons for anger." (President Thomas S. Monson)

So it seems, anger is driven by a lack of understanding since more often then not, its usually the result of a quick judgement in a situation we should have remembered to be patient in. The anger that builds up inside ourselves pushes God's Spirit away, which is the very tool God's given to reveal knowledge.  Once we turn our back on feeling the Spirit, it is as if we are walking down a dark, treacherous path all alone without any light, guide, or handrail.

In thinking about how anger dull's our ability to hear the Spirit, I read this quote be Elder L. Tom Perry:

"The inspiring influence of the Holy Spirit can be overcome or masked by strong emotions, such as anger, hate, passion, fear, or pride. When such influences are present, it is like trying to savor the delicate flavor of a grape while eating a jalapeƱo pepper.

Both flavors are present, but one completely overpowers the other. In like manner, strong emotions overcome the delicate promptings of the Holy Spirit."

With that quote on my mind, my thoughts on how strong emotions can remove us from feeling the Spirit was furthered by a dinner experience I had in Helena, MT.  We were served a massive burger that had 6 lbs. of turkey burger, 2 lbs. of turkey sausage, and 2 lbs. of bacon, 1 whole head of lettuce, 3 full tomatoes, and sauteed onions.  To seal the deal, our cutting utensil was a katana.


As I was gearing up to eat my portion of this beast, I was asked if I liked hot stuff. Though my taste buds have sort of lived in a sheltered atmosphere, I told him definitely and he brought out Dave's Insanity Sauce. I've tried this sauce before but apparently had forgotten its effects. I proceeded to pour it on my burger, ate about half of it, and then had to drop my pride and give in to its insanity-ness.
 
I won't say its the hottest sauce ever (especially after eating a Ghost Pepper sauce), but maybe a good clue to just how "hot" this sauce was could have been realized by reading its back label:
 
"A great cooking ingredient for sauces, soups, and stews. Also, strips waxed floors and removes driveway grease stains. Enjoy!".

Now, that you have a gauge on its level of heat, here's the relation in telling this story. No matter how hard I tried to enjoy it, the hot sauce completely overcame any other tastes. My sense of taste was completely dull to anything and everything. Thanks to that wonderful sauce which I choose to apply excessively, my mouth was numb for a good while.  Strong emotions have the same, dulling effect in our efforts to enjoy the presence and comfort of the Holy Ghost.

I don't know what kind of hot sauces they had back in the day, but a scripture from the Book of Mormon comes to mind as it talks about being numb to our spiritual senses. The phrase that the scripture used was "past feeling". Its in reference to two people who were constantly opposing God and complaining about their circumstances. Their brother, in an effort to lead them back to Christ, was quite bold with them, saying:

"[Laman and Lemuel,] ye are swift to do iniquity but slow to remember the Lord your God. Ye have seen an angel, and he spake unto you; yea, ye have heard his voice from time to time; and he hath spoken unto you in a still small voice, but ye were past feeling, that ye could not feel his words..."

I don't know what that feels like entirely.  And I don't want to, I feel like I have come close enough to it as it already is.  Anger and unrighteous passions, over time, build up an immunity to the gentle care of the Holy Ghost.  To reach a point where His words cannot be felt is a course I never want to pursue.  The meaning of "being past feeling" to me signifies the surrender of agency.  Our agency is the only thing we truly have, and if we want to keep it, our feelings must be schooled.

School thy feelings, O my brother;
Train thy warm, impulsive soul.
Do not its emotions smother,
But let wisdom’s voice control.
School thy feelings; there is power
In the cool, collected mind.
Passion shatters reason’s tower,
Makes the clearest vision blind. 

President Thomas S. Monson loves the words to that song.  I think it provides very good advice. One of life's many challenges and opportunities is learning how to "school" our feelings.  Thus, there is no cookie cutter method that leads us through each situation and scenario.  I wrote most of this while on my mission and I felt like I could finally finish it.  At the time, there were a couple situations that had transpired that I wish had better outcomes.  Anger and frustration  refereed those instances and the result was the loss of the Spirit.  

My curiosity always leads me into the "why".  And so, I'm making a concerted effort to check why I feel a certain way and why I should react the way I feel.  I haven't found any step-by-step method yet, but asking "Why be angry" or "Why be sad" I think is a good start in learning how to gain control over our emotions.



. . . And yes, we really did use a katana to cut that burger.




Wednesday, September 12, 2012

My 5-Day Getaway @ UC Davis Medical Center


I'm thinking I need to look for a new travel agency.  This last one booked me a room for five days at UC Davis Medical Center on Tower 11.  Their excursion package included a once-in-a-lifetime appendectomy, an all you can eat buffet of antibiotics and painkillers, 24 hr. room service that never lets you sleep, and a floor full of entertaining guests who made the same mistake as I.

I don't know who recommended these guys to me.  Yes, I love adventures and, while I admit surgery has never been one I had experienced, I think there were many other adventures that could have been a bit less, less....  painful?  

Eh... it hasn't been entirely bad.  Now, I can proudly stand and resolutely say "I've had an operation!".  I mean, come'on, you know how these kind of stories come up.  Just don't be alarmed if I go around asking "Do you want to see my incisions too?".  I mean, they're kinda cool looking.  They'd probably look better on a 6-pack, but you get whatchya get and you don't throw a fit.  

As a side note, Cavity Sam from the game Operation, I know how you feel bud and don't you worry.  Not that I was conscious at all during my surgery, but I got you covered with your appendix problem!  

All my travel woes started last Wednesday September 5th when I woke up to some abdominal pain.  It increased over the next couple days as I went to school, played volleyball, and washed my car. There was always a dull, constant pain, but at times the pain would surge up and become excruciatingly agonizing. 

It carried over to Friday and by time the afternoon came, I knew a doctor's visit was inevitable.  The on-call doctor recommended me to the ER and off I went.  They did blood work, a chest x-ray, a CT scan, and an ultra-sound!  Mom made a lot of jokes about that last one.  Nope, we're all good, no kid.  Around midnight they determined it was appendicitis and shortly after I had surgery early Saturday morning.  

Mom and Dad asked how I felt about having surgery.  Heck, I had no use for my appendix.  I was of a "do whatever" attitude.  Also, it was perforated, meaning their were holes in the appendix leaking infection and I definitely didn't want it to rupture.  Let's just take it out and end this thing!  So, they did and out came my appendix.  


I thought this was quite funny at the time.  But no, I didn't do that.  Sorry future whoever.

But, that wasn't the end of it.  I seemed to be recovering fine and when Sunday afternoon rolled around, they discharged me.  I didn't feel good enough to go home, I was shaking and felt a fever coming on.  The moment I stepped into my house we knew I needed to go back.  We played the whole ER waiting game again, but this time I was fast tracked a little.  I had a temp of 104°F and life was the pits.  They gave me something good for it and my fever never reached got that high again.  I spent the next three and a 1/2 days dealing with the complications of the infection and getting myself into a state that would allow me to finish up at home.

I'm home now, yet that doesn't mean I'm all ready to start life back up again.  I've got loads of school work to catch up on and, though I'm home, it doesn't mean I feel GREAT.  But I'm going to try to make myself feel GREAT by being GRATEFUL it wasn't any worse.  : )

The staff at UC Davis Medical Center weas fantastic.  Mom and Dad were awesome.  They are awfully patient with me.  I love them a lot.  So many people have prayed for me and they have been heard.  Last night, the pain was so great that no where felt more comfortable then on my knees.  There is power in prayer, and I have many friends who have done so.  Thank you and I love you all!

Picture time!
Morphine Smile!
The Cuts!


Trick-or-Treat!
Yes, this is the result of a pain med morning.

On my way home (but soon to return)  I saw the Air Force Thunderbirds being escorted to the air show!  
UC Davis Medical Center - Tower 11
I love my church family!