Saturday, January 23, 2016

I gave this talk in 2010 in Sammamish Washington

There’s a concept that drives a lot of key marketing decisions and investments called “Branding”. A brand is a "name, term, sign, symbol or design, or a combination of them intended to identify the goods and services of one seller and to differentiate them from those of other sellers.”

Companies around the world spend hundreds of millions of dollars defining their brand. They then spend billions more building it to the point where people around the world instantly recognize the brand and attribute some value to it. This work pays off. Google landed the world’s top brand recently – its brand alone was valued at $100 Billion. Microsoft was #2, with a brand valued at $76 Billion. A brand is not a tangible asset per se; this is about a value or feeling that is implied.
Good brands are about authenticity and reinforcement.
Authenticity means that what you’ve said, and what has been experienced by the customer, are the same. People put value in authentic brands. This is one of the reasons why Toyota is in such trouble right now with its recent engineering troubles. For years it has built a brand based on quality engineering, and has previously been able to claim that in an authentic way. Now, they have a lot of work to do to rebuild that trust.
Reinforcement means that customers have a consistent experience each time. McDonalds is the epitome of this idea. Whether you go to a McDonald’s in Tacoma or Taipei, you should have a similar experience. When you go to DisneyWorld in Orlando or Paris, you should have a similar experience. There shouldn’t be great swings in the level of experience as a way to protect their brand.
The world’s best brands know the importance of these attributes, and protect their brands religiously.
As I thought about this talk, I asked myself: What is the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saint brand? I think our Faith is defined in many ways by those we come in contact with every day…some good, some not so good.
I heard a story recently that reinforces this point.
A woman was driving on the streets of Las Vegas when she pulled up to an intersection.  Stuck behind a car that wasn’t making a turn properly, she yelled and screamed profanities at the driver and made common unpleasant gestures. The police pulled her over, handcuffed her, and took her to the station. She continued in a similar way all the way to the station. After several hours of waiting a policeman finally came to take the handcuffs off of her. She demanded to know why she had been held so long for merely cursing and gesturing at an intersection. The policeman then told her that’s not why they pulled her over. They had suspected she had stolen the car. The woman, stunned, said, “Why would you think that?” The officer explained that when they saw her behavior, they were surprised. But they thought it was stolen when they saw the bumper stickers “RULDS2” and “Families can be together forever” on the back of her car.
Clearly, she did not exemplify the brand that these officers were used to.
The Brand “Mormon”
How people perceive our Faith is based on what they see and what they experience. If they see us as faithful, family-oriented, God-fearing, Christians who do good works, they see us in a positive light. My friend at works says “Mormons are the nicest people I know”. That’s a compliment to me and the other Mormon friends that she has had over the years.
Unfortunately, others have different opinions.
As the face to the Church, we are the brand ambassadors for our religion. And like it or not, we will define our religion for everyone we come in contact with. Is this a lot of responsibility? Yes. Does it require us to think before we speak or act? It does.
For my talk today, I want to suggest that Latter-day Saints can authentically own a very important Christ-like quality that will act like a light in the darkness and bring people to the Truth. That branding quality is Service, and the single idea for my talk is:
Let service define you
King Benjamin taught “When you are in the service of your fellow beings, you are only in the service of your God.”
Jesus taught us “For whosoever will save his life shall lose it: but whosoever will lose his life for my sake, the same shall save it.”
More recently President Monson said, “I believe the Savior is telling us that unless we lose ourselves in service to others, there is little purpose to our own lives. Those who live only for themselves eventually shrivel up and figuratively lose their lives, while those who lose themselves in service to others grow and flourish – and in effect save their lives.”
I think about a story I heard once. A hurricane had ravished a town, and because Latter-day Saints are easily mobilized and a highly-trained workforce, they were some of the first responders. Days later, while continuing to work in the area a neighbor approached one of the Latter-day Saints and said “We really appreciate your help with all of this. There are two churches who have really shown us what it’s like to be a Christian: The Mormons and those people from the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints”.
This is a good brand experience.
President Monson said, “I am confident it is the intention of each member of the Church to serve and to help those in need. At baptism we covenanted to “bear one another’s burdens, that they may be light.” How many times has your heart been touched as you have witnessed the need of another? How often have you intended to be the one to help? And yet how often has day-to-day living interfered and you’ve left it for others to help, feeling that “oh, surely someone will take care of that need.”
He continued, “We become so caught up in the busyness of our lives. Were we to step back, however, and take a good look at what we’re doing, we may find that we have immersed ourselves in the “thick of thin things.” In other words, too often we spend most of our time taking care of the things which do not really matter much at all in the grand scheme of things, neglecting those more important causes.”
Service opportunities are within eye sight of you today. There are people around you today who are in need. These are people you pass in the hallways in church, who may not feel welcome here. You might say “that happens in other wards, but it does not in my ward”. This is simply not true. Within the sound of my voice is someone who needs a hand of friendship. Who needs your hand of kindness. If we fail here, we will fail out there. So let’s firm up our resolve to help our Church brothers and sisters. Let us be liberal in our service. Let us become addicted to it.
I want to tell you about two people, both very different and yet very much the same.
Father Rick is a doctor and he runs an orphanage in Haiti. The stories that we hear from him will break your heart. Here’s one:
“The unbelievable had happened. Sister Abha was shot. How could they do this? The Sisters live with the poor, they live poorly themselves, they care for the worse of the poor. Especially Sister Abha, who opened their mission in Haiti, with Mother Teresa herself, twenty eight years ago. She has worked tirelessly in Haiti for all these years. To add salt to the wound, the shooting was ordered and paid for by a young man she had taken off the streets and raised from the time he was a small child. Fortunately she had pushed the arm of the thief as he fired, and the bullet pulverized one of the bones of her forearm rather than piercing her chest. We were able to get her to Florida right away for surgery. I called her a few days after her surgery and asked if she would return to Haiti. She told me that God’s goodness to her, especially following the shooting, obliged her to continue to care for the poor of Haiti wholeheartedly. Besides, we will all die one day anyway. It does not matter how or when or where. It only matters how we have lived.
As we were organizing for Sister’s Abha’s emergency care, the phone kept ringing about other kidnapped people and other people shot in areas of conflict. We were back to the slums again. This time the special police force was there. I told them I had to go into the slum for an old man who was shot in the abdomen and a young girl shot through the thigh. They told me they could not give me cover. I told them I didn’t need cover.
They told me I would be killed if I went in. I told them I knew I would not be killed. They asked me why, was I a gangster too? Was I a friend of gangsters? I told them I am a doctor and a priest, and unless they themselves shot me, I knew I would not be shot.
Four of us went in with two stretchers. Eight of us came out. (Aside from the two wounded, two young men offered to help carry the stretchers out.) Not a shot was fired by anyone from the minute we set foot into the slum until we left. When we came out unharmed, the special police gave us a full scale scathing and search.  They were sure we were criminals. We had to be, if we could circulate freely in the slum. They searched us, and when they were done we rushed the wounded, once more, to the emergency room of Doctors Without Borders.”
The other example of service I want to high-light is my mother-in-law.
She has always led a simple, humble life. There is nothing pretentious about her. Year after year she makes due with very little…she earns in a year what most of us earn in a month. She has suffered her entire life from terrible, debilitating diseases which restrict her functionality. Yet, she is constantly on the lookout for service opportunities. She is like Mother Theresa in that she cares for the downtrodden and forgotten. She will bring meals to the sick or home bound. She writes letters or cards to those who have no family. She invites the lonely into her home. She has so little, but day after day, month after month she finds ways to serve. These are not the people she visit teaches – it’s not an obligation that she fulfilling. It’s a way of life. No one knows that she does it, but she does it. These are the poor, meek, and mild. These people need tenderness, and she administers to them constantly.
What is similar about these two examples? They both exemplify the Spirit of Christ in dolling out service. Both give willingly and openly, with no thoughts of recompense, recognition, or praise. Both of them have trained their eyes to watch for those in need. They have let service define their life.
When I read Matthew, 25, it says:
 “Come, ye blessed of my Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world:
“For I was an hungred, and ye gave me meat: I was thirsty, and ye gave me drink: I was a stranger, and ye took me in:
“Naked, and ye clothed me: I was sick, and ye visited me: I was in prison, and ye came unto me.
“Then shall the righteous answer him, saying, Lord, when saw we thee an hungred, and fed thee? or thirsty, and gave thee drink?
“When saw we thee a stranger, and took thee in? or naked, and clothed thee?
“Or when saw we thee sick, or in prison, and came unto thee?
“And the King shall answer and say unto them, Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me.”
The essence of these sacred verses is this: we are here to serve our fellow travelers on this journey through life. But how? We must train ourselves to look for it.
We do not see easily find people who are starving in Sammamish. But we do see people hungry for friendship or Truth. We do not see people thirsty for water. But we see people struggling to keep their heads above water. We may not see people who need a roof over their heads, but we see people who need an arm of comfort.
President Monson said, “An attitude of love characterized the mission of the Master. He gave sight to the blind, legs to the lame, and life to the dead. Perhaps when we [face] our Maker, we will not be asked, ‘How many positions did you hold?’ but rather, ‘How many people did you help?’ In reality you can never love the Lord until you serve Him by serving His people.”
I think Jesus is saying “Err on the side of too much love and too much service. Be indulgent. Go overboard with service. Look for opportunities to help people, and be ready to help.

Christmas in Jamaica

Christmas in Jamaica as a full time missionary was a special time of year. Because it’s such a poor country, you seldom had many invitations for meals. But as Christmas approached, all of that changed. People came out of the woodwork to feed us. There were four of us in our district, and we all were invited together. Unfortunately, all of the invitations were on the same day – Christmas!

As the Big Day approached, it became apparent that Christmas would be busy and filling! We had appointments for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and then some visits later in the night. We stressed to several of the families that we had meals scheduled and that we would only come over to visit. No problem, they said, just come for a visit.
The first couple of homes showed us the generosity of the people. Each had prepared massive feasts with all of the traditional Jamaican food items – some good (Chicken and Rice and Beans), some not so good (Oxtail soup)! But like good missionaries we ate and ate and ate.

By lunch, we realized the error of our planning. We simply could not stand to eat another thing. Each meal was like a Thanksgiving meal. We were all terribly bloated from the great bounty of food that had been in front of us, and the mere thought of more food made us cringe with fear.
I remember one of the last homes very distinctly – a poor single mother and her kids. We had told her that we would not be coming for dinner, only to visit. Yet when we arrived, lo and behold, her table was decked out with all manner of foods. Our hearts sank. Clearly this had represented a significant sacrifice for her. Yet we were simply stuffed. We told her that we had been eating all day, and couldn’t eat another thing. Unfortunately, she got very offended and told us it was because she was poor. Oh no! It couldn’t be further from the truth, but there was no convincing her. We had to eat one more time.
So the four of us saddled up to that table and took the least amount possible to offend her. Yet, our plates were still overflowing. But bite by bite we ate the impossible dinner.

My companion finished first – displaying his clean plate for our hostess to see. He looked like he was ready to pop. He taunted us that we were a long way from being done, and with a certain satisfaction excused himself from the table to use the bathroom. And that’s when we got sweet revenge! To his great surprise he returned to find his plate stacked higher than before, with the three of us smiling back at him. I smiled and thought to myself, “No my dear Elder, you are a long way from being done.”
That story stands out to me as one of my favorite Christmas memories ever. The people showed us the true meaning of Christmas, and we felt the warmth and love of the Christmas spirit although very far from home.

Friday, January 22, 2016

Do you know what kicking butt looks like, Round 2?



Mom had a good idea: teach the kids to ski! Who wouldn't think that's a good idea? We live in a freakin' winter wonderland. It's practically a requirement to live here.

Who wouldn't think it's a good idea? Her name is Maddie. That her with that beaming smile up top. That smile has not always been there. When first presented with the idea, she was...resistant. She wanted no part of that story.

But Mom could not be convinced otherwise. She got the kids new (used) skis and lessons at Snowbasin. Yet, Maddie did not love it. She even cried at the prospect.

Fast forward a few lessons (with friends) and you see that cute little smile up there. She is now a skier and even asked Melanie to take her tomorrow.

As it turns out, Maddie doesn't love to try new things. I believe this is a quality she may have inherited from me (and I from my Mom). But she tackles these new things head on ALL THE TIME. What's the result? She becomes the best she can be at any given subject, giving it 100% of her time and attention until she gets it right. And get it right she will.

Anyway, this is just another great example of my kiddos kicking butt! I love it and need to learn from these cuties.

What does kicking butt look like?

Abby finished her first trimester of school this week and this was the result:


Do you know what this is? Abby kicking butt! That's an average grade of 101.26%.

I'm blown away. My girls make parenting look so easy. Day in and day out my beauties tackle new challenges head on. They do hard things. And the results are showing.

I'm super proud of my little buddy!

Sunday, January 17, 2016

Thoughts about Madsie, circa 2008

Tonight Buddy and Abby went to a Planning Meeting at Kaysville City, so I asked Madeline to give the prayer before bedtime. She said the cutest, longest prayer in a whisper and I couldn't make out all of what she said, but this is what I heard her say: Papa, Abby, Mama, Granpa Mark, Grandma, cousins, Violet, princess dress, swimming pool, and lots of other things. It was adorable. She was so sweet and serious about it. She said "Amen" and I said "Madeline, that was such a sweet prayer. Heavenly Father loved that prayer too." And then she said "Thank you Mama." 

Maddie is so cute in the morning. She loves to wake up slowly…first, we hear a little noise. Today, I heard a little voice singing. Walking in you usually see her lying down…with her blankie. She asks right away for “milky”, which we have on hand right away. Then she likes to lie there and talk to all of us from her bed. Abby will usually talk to her through the gates, which is so cute. Maddie’s hair is so funny and puffy in the morning…it’s kind of all over the place. Usually Maddie wakes up happy and cheerful. But sometimes you are in a bad mood too. But usually you’ll just sing sing sing. I love that.

The Little Red Elf

Twas the night before Christmas
And two little girls
Were tucked in their beds
Their hair full of curls.

As they dreamed Christmas dreams
Of presents and more.
A little Elf woke
And jumped to the floor.

With a laugh and a bounce
He was off in a flash.
To get the house ready
For a big Christmas bash.

To their bedrooms he ran,
Up the stairs, round the bend.
He had watched them all season,
And considered them friends.

He kissed both the girls
A dainty, soft kiss.
And whispered so softly,
“You shall soon have your wish.”

Next he bounced to the roof
To help Santa land.
Soon he saw lots of lights
And then the Big Man.

“Hello little Elf”
Santa said with a grin.
“Come help me with toys,
Come on, let’s begin.”

“For Abby a Doll,
so perfect and cute.
A carrier and clothes,
And her stocking to boot.”


“For Maddie who has been
So good, I do know.
Two dolls and a cup,
All wrapped with a bow.”

The Elf danced as they worked
Both smiled at the sight.
Santa tipped his red hat
And whispered “good night”.

Santa was off in a flash
Up the road, up the hill.
Leaving the little red Elf
So perfectly still.

Then he jumped in his bed
Closed his eyes and did sleep.
He was quiet and still
Not a pip or a peep.

There he’ll rest and get ready,
For next Christmas day.
When the little Elf comes

To watch and to play.

I wrote this for Melanie in July 2015

Our love is like a tree, planted it grows
Nourished by rain and sun
Laying roots in the earth
Adding strength
Seed of life

Little branches emerge, full of hope
Ready to blossom and grow
Fed by faith
Reflecting love
Adding fruit

Reaching higher, digging deeper
Weathering the wild storms
Standing tall and firm
Toward heaven
Tree of life

I gave this talk in the Willow Brook ward, August 2015

The theme we were assigned is ‘filling your home with light and truth’ based on a talk by Sister Cheryl A. Esplin. What a timely and important topic to think about.

The world is getting darker.

Every day we see news reports about global warming, terrorism, hate crimes - but the real threat to humanity is occurring in homes and in families. Some homes are full of light; others are gray; while others are in complete darkness. 

We’re in the “new and improved” Dark Age that was prophesied of in DC 45: 26. It reads:

And in that day shall be heard of wars and rumors of wars, and the whole earth shall be in commotion, and men’s hearts shall fail them.

It’s great dichotomy of our time – as a result of the immediate access to information people feel more enlightened. Yet, on all spiritual fronts the world is in darkness.

Light and truth are being extinguished at an alarming rate. This is nothing new – this world has always fought against the light of the Gospel. But today’s dark campaign feel smarter, better organized, and celebrated by the powers of the world. 

As darkness grows, it becomes more important for us to learn how to combat the darkness. Make no mistake – the battle is raging. Not on war fronts, but on door fronts. The battle is not physical, it’s spiritual. At risk are not men’s lives, but men’s souls. The weapons are not guns and missiles, but light and truth.

The world offers light, but its sources are fake, weak, and fleeting.  There is no truth in them; they are distortions of truth at best. The enemy is everywhere – the TV, devices, billboards, movie theaters, newspapers, magazines, websites. The enemy is in schools, running for office, entertaining us, employing us. They are beautiful, tantalizing, funny, charming, articulate, convincing.

But if you measure their light, it has the distinct feel of a glow stick – it’s chemically generated, offers no heat, and fades over time. 

Contrast that light with the Light of the Gospel, provided by Christ. He said:

I will be a light unto them forever (2 Ne. 10:14 )
I am the law, and the light (3 Ne. 15:9 )
I am the light which ye shall hold up (3 Ne. 18:24 )
I am the light which shineth in darkness (D&C 6:21)
I am the light of the world: he that followeth me shall not walk in darkness, but shall have the light of life. (John 8:12.)

The light of the Gospel is connected to a power source that can never be put out of our lives, except by our own free will. It illuminates us and gives us vision to see truth from error. With it we have the ability to see beyond the Photoshopped, airbrushed, teleprompter view that the world gives us to recognize our enemy in their true form.

And so with these options we need to decide: which light source do we trust? Which is right for our family?

It’s our decision to make. But there are consequences for making a wrong choice.

It reminds me of a scripture in Mark 3: 27.

“No man can enter into a strong man's house, and spoil his goods, except he will first bind the strong man; and then he will spoil his house.”

I love this scripture – I see myself in it. I see you in it. We’re the strong man. And no one can overpower our home unless we let them. No one can spoil our home unless we let our guard down. No one binds us without first gaining our permission.

I imagine each of our homes is a castle. Not a fairy tale version, but a real castle – built to defend and protect. It has tall walls. It has a moat that circles it. It has strong gates and high turrets for turning away marauders.

We must see our homes as a castle, and must learn to be as vigilant in defending our homes from spiritual darkness as if we were being threatened physically. Filling them with light and truth is the modern equivalent of digging moats, raising walls, and elevating turrets. This is the only way to fight the dark agendas that can seep into our homes.

Sister Cheryl A. Esplin said, “Satan knows that in order for us and our families to withstand the pressures of the world, we must be filled with light and gospel truth. So he does everything in his power to dilute, distort, and destroy the truth of the gospel and to keep us separated from that truth.”

Though our enemy is strong, we have a great advantage. The light of the Gospel is real. It’s full of energy. It’s powerful. Our enemies flee from it. It’s illuminating.  It’s beautiful. Think of the night sky – sometimes it’s cloudy, like in Washington, and impossible to see the stars - so no one looks up. But when the clouds are gone, our eyes are naturally drawn up – not to see the darkness, but to see the light. The contrast is what amazes us. It’s the same with our homes.

Homes that are filled with the light of the Gospel feel different.

Our realtor in Seattle said to us when she visited the first time, “I go into a lot of homes…but your home feels different. There’s something special here.” We heard that time, and time again from people who were not of our faith.

Sister Esplin says, “Families are the Lord’s workshop on earth to help us learn and live the gospel. We come into our families with a sacred duty to help strengthen each other spiritually.

Both parents and children have roles to play.

Parents must set a great example and be disciplined in teaching the Gospel. We must take the lead in ensuring that the Gospel principles are taught, and re-taught. It’s our job to raise the bar and point out with increasing directness how to discern light from darkness. We take great thought for what we feed them – going out of our way to make sure we buy “Organic”. Are we as thoughtful about what they are spiritually fed?

Rosemary Wixom said, “The world will teach our children if we do not, and our children are capable of learning all the world will teach them at a very young age.” We need to be thoughtful about how and when we teach our children, recognizing that Satan is starting earlier than ever to “endarken” our youth.

Children and youth have an important role to play in filling our homes with light and truth. They must be willing to listen and learn. They must be patient with their parent’s efforts. Filling our homes with light and truth is not only a top down effort, owned by Mom and Dad, but can as easily be a bottom up effort that the children and youth can lead.   

I think of my own little family. Like you, many weeks we get busy and forget to plan Family Home Evening. Thankfully, our kids will step in and not only remind us to have FHE, but also plan and teach the lesson themselves without being asked. The best lessons come from our children.

Sister Esplin continued, “Strong eternal families and Spirit-filled homes do not just happen. They take great effort, they take time, and they take each member of the family doing his or her part.”

Sometimes we lose hope as we contemplate the growing darkness. We ask: “with so many dark forces in the world, can we really win? Or are we fooling ourselves?”

I believe that if we do our part – if we do what we can to fuel the flames of faith in our home, we can win. Even if our efforts are weak, or our attempts half-hearted, God will make up the difference. He is Oxygen that if added to a weak spark will create a great flame.  Let me illustrate with a personal example.

When I was about 8 years old, my parents divorced and my Mom was left to raise seven children – ranging from a newborn to 15.  She took this on against great odds. The world was stacked against her – and us. Here’s what I mean:

Financially, we were broke. Though educated, she never had a meaningful job – she worked in a school kitchen, she slung ice cream at Dairy Queen, she took care of other people’s kids, even while she had her own running around. Really, she did what she knew to make ends meet – she knew how to take care of kids, and she knew how to prepare food. But, let’s face it - no matter what she did, we lived our life in poverty. Thankfully with assistance from both government and Church, we squeaked by.

Our home was a wreck – all 1300 sq ft of it. It was a tight place for 8 people to live. Chaos ruled.

We lived and were schooled in a rough area of Michigan, where the best you could hope for was to work at an automobile plant.

My poor Mom suffered mentally as well – likely the result of both the stress of the enormous challenges facing her and her own biology.

We had nothing. We were nothing.  

But, in these circumstances my mom made a decision to plant her family in the light of the Gospel.

For the better part of 20 years she drove us, one-by-one, to early morning seminary, often during hair-raising winter conditions. And in so doing, she gave us light.

Week by week she drove us to Church in a tiny, rusty four-seater Ford Escort. It was crazy – it would be illegal today. There were kids sitting on kids, not a seat belt snapped among us. But in so doing, she gave us light.

She encouraged us to work hard at Young Women’s and Boy Scouts. She encouraged us to attend all of our Church activities. And in so doing, she gave us light.

We didn’t read the scriptures every day, but when we did she would teach us with deep feeling the Word of God – introducing us to great prophets and helping make the scriptures come alive to us. And in so doing, she gave us light.

We did the basics and little by little, she flamed the light of the Gospel.

Honestly, many times the light in our home was no more than a few hot embers, barely giving off any light. But my Mom did the only thing she knew – she did her best, and relied completely and utterly on God to add Oxygen.  

Once she had a particularly dark time, when the light of the Gospel was very faint in our home. My Dad had left, she was alone to raise us, and she was concerned about how she could be everything to us. A dark cloud hung over her. So she began to plead with God.

In her words, she prayed to God and said: “my children are little…they are vulnerable…I’m doing my best, but my children need a father.”

Her prayer was raw. She was weak. Alone. Desperate.

That’s when she heard a voice – whether in her head or in her ears, she doesn’t know.

That voice said to her, “I will be their Father.”

In that moment God stepped forward and said, as he will for any who puts their life in his hand: “I will be your light.”

God became our light. He sent Bishops, Young Men and Young Women leaders, Home teachers, and other great men and women to step up and make the difference. He put forward opportunities that we shouldn’t have had to help us grow. He made miracles happen, large and small, for each of us. We still had nothing – but we had the Gospel.

It was enough. My mom sent all 7 of us on missions. All of her boys are Eagle Scouts and my sisters earned their Young Women award. All are married in the temple. She has 30+ grandkids, many who have or are serving missions. Her kids have successful careers and are doing good things in their families, the Church, and the world.

In the scheme of things, our home was nothing. But illuminated by the light of the Gospel, we flourished. The roots of faith sprouted and are bearing fruit. All because of the light of the Gospel.

C.S. Lewis said, “Imagine yourself as a living house. God comes in to rebuild that house. At first, perhaps, you can understand what He is doing. He is fixing the drains and stopping the leaks in the roof; you knew that those jobs needed doing and so you are not surprised. But then He starts knocking the house about in a way that hurts and does not seem to make any sense. What on earth is God up to? The explanation is that He is building quite a different house from the one you thought of - throwing up a new wing here, putting on an extra floor there, running up towers, making courtyards. You thought you were being made into a decent little house: but He is building a castle. He intends to come and live in it Himself.”

And so, as we plan how we can fill our home with light and truth, we recognize that our efforts are not enough. They never were – they never will be. In our efforts to fill our homes with the light and truth of the Gospel, we see our own weakness and inability. We know all to well where we fail. But if we’re wise, we turn to God. He will take all of our feeble efforts and make them greater than we could have ever imagined. It’s his specialty and promise. He will shine the light, because He is the only true light of the world. I so testify in the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.