My Baby's Faith

Spawn has had a whirlwind week.  Soccer Tuesday night was a night game involving glow bracelets, anklets, necklaces and a glowing ball.  It looked like this:


It looked a bit better, actually.  The lighting was tricky, so it was hard to capture.  A good time was had by all, however.

Thursday night was the end of season pizza party at a local pizza place.  They happen to have rather magnificent pizza.  This year instead of trophies we gave out snazzy hooded sweatshirts with the team logo and name on the back and embroidered names on the front.  Some parents bought them, too.  Some parents might be wearing them right now.  At least one parent is willing to sing an Adam Sandler-like song about his new sweatshirt that feels like a warm blankie he can wear.  Like a snuggie but without all the cult jokes.

And hood.

Saturday was the big day.  We got ready for her party and for her last soccer game.  Bubbles spent the morning running around like a dedicated mommy.  I spent the morning preparing a lesson for the next day because Bubbles and Spawn were going to Santa Cruz for an overnight visit to the grandparents, so I'd be teaching solo.

It had been pouring, so the soccer game was a mud game, which always rocks.  We didn't bring any cameras due to the wet conditions, but imagine kids, cleats and a really muddy field.  Yeah, like that.

From there we grabbed Spawn's close friend Channie and hauled for the mall.  We had scheduled the party earlier in the year figuring, "There's no way we'll be the last game of the day!"  Yeah.  Last game of the day.  So Spawn got to go to  her Build-a-Bear party in full muddy soccer gear.  In retrospect, I realized I've never had a birthday quite that awesome.  I was wearing combat boots and Bubbles was in rain boots with no arch support, though, so by the time we were done, our feet were killing us.

Spawn chose a calico cat she named Cali (picture forthcoming).  They had each party guest pat a little heart and Cali ended up with nearly 20 little Build-a-Bear hearts in her, each one lovingly prepared by a party guest.  Then we all went back to the house and had pizza and orange cupcakes.  Spawn's coach was quite amused to find her still in shin guards while entertaining party guests.  Mostly the adults sat around and chatted in the living room while screams, squeals and giggles issued forth from Spawn's room.

I told an MTC companion's naked moose hunting story.  Coach Jared (Channie's dad) told me a story of having been surrounded by bison at Rick's college.  Spawn entertained everyone with a stirring rendition of "I want a Hippopotamus for Christmas" which made us all realize that song is far longer than any of us remembered.

A good time was had by all.

The next morning I left for Church while Bubbles and Spawn headed for Santa Cruz.  Bubbles had been feeling pretty urgent about visiting her dad, who is showing some unmistakable signs of aging.  They'd planned to do the visit the following day, but logistics got in the way, so it had to be Sunday-Monday.  Except when they got there there was an unexpected guest staying with the family.  We didn't know the young man who was going through some transition and confusion, so we decided it was best not to stay the night.  That meant a lot of driving for Bubbles, but it turned out to be a good thing since Spawn wasn't feeling well.  She had a headache, no appetite, sore throat and congestion.  It was getting worse, so home was a good plan.  She texted me on Mommy's phone as they neared home and said, "I need a blessing.  Me sicklies."

So, we got everyone inside and I gave Spawn a blessing.  I couldn't be more pleased that she had faith to ask.  Even better, her faith was justified.  She woke up this morning with no symptoms but a bit of lingering congestion.  She insists she's all better, but I made her convalesce anyway.  Naturally she hates being buried in blankets in Mommy's recliner watching cartoons.  Being sick is hard.  Here's a picture of the suffering:


Though I'm always careful with my patients, she's probably going to make it.  If things look bad we'll make her put on her hoodie so the pure awesome might help her feel even better.

What's up with the economy?

I don't do political posts here, though I may make mention in passing.  This is something I found interesting, thought.  It's a media press release from UCLA from 2004.  Given the economic woes we're having and the policies pursued to date, it's shocking to me that more people aren't paying attention to the data.

FDR's policies prolonged Depression by 7 years, UCLA economists calculate

The two paragraphs that make me shake my head about current policy are:

"Why the Great Depression lasted so long has always been a great mystery, and because we never really knew the reason, we have always worried whether we would have another 10- to 15-year economic slump," said Ohanian, vice chair of UCLA's Department of Economics. "We found that a relapse isn't likely unless lawmakers gum up a recovery with ill-conceived stimulus policies."

"The fact that the Depression dragged on for years convinced generations of economists and policy-makers that capitalism could not be trusted to recover from depressions and that significant government intervention was required to achieve good outcomes," Cole said. "Ironically, our work shows that the recovery would have been very rapid had the government not intervened."

Economies are big, complicated things, but it seems like maybe we should learn from history.

Aspiring vs. Coveting

Today in Church we studied Teachings of Presidents of the Church: George Albert Smith, Chapter 20: Temporal Salvation for Ourselves and Others.

As we studied the lesson I had some interesting thoughts I want to preserve.  We were studying this passage:

Neither the rich nor the poor should set their hearts upon riches. 

“Wo unto you rich men, that will not give your substance to the poor, for your riches will canker your souls; and this shall be your lamentation in the day of visitation, and of judgment, and of indignation: The harvest is past, the summer is ended, and my soul is not saved!” (D&C 56:16.) 

That is what the Lord says of the rich people who refuse to impart of their substance to those who are poor. But he says something just as serious to the poor man who is not doing his best. He says: 

“Wo unto you poor men, whose hearts are not broken, whose spirits are not contrite, and whose bellies are not satisfied, and whose hands are not stayed from laying hold upon other men’s goods, whose eyes are full of greediness, and who will not labor with your own hands!” (D&C 56:17.) … 

… Then he said further, “But blessed are the poor who are pure in heart.” There is quite a difference there, “… blessed are the poor who are pure in heart, whose hearts are broken, and whose spirits are contrite, for they shall see the kingdom of God coming in power and great glory unto their deliverance; for the fatness of the earth shall be theirs.” (D&C 56:18.) 

They are those who have not the wealth of the world but still have life and being and intelligence, and who are anxious to do the thing the Lord would have them do. … 

Now, my brethren and sisters, we have both rich and poor in our organizations. If we are poor, we can be worthy just as the Lord indicates here. We can be pure in heart and do our best, and he will not permit those who do their best to suffer for the necessities of life among the people who are in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. … 

I hope we are not going to become bitter because some men and women are well-to-do. If we are well-to-do, I hope we are not going to be self-centered and unconscious of the needs of our Father’s other children. If we are better off than they are, we ought to be real brothers and sisters, not make-believe. Our desires should be to develop in this world such an organization that others, seeing our good works would be constrained to glorify the name of our Heavenly Father. … 

We must not fall into the bad habits of other people. We must not get into the frame of mind that we will take what the other man has. Refer back to the ten commandments, and you will find one short paragraph, “Thou shalt not covet.” [Exodus 20:17.] …

The teacher brought up as an example (not an endorsement, he was clear) the attacks on Mitt Romney for his wealth.  Becoming bitter over wealth someone else has gained is not in harmony with the Lord's teachings.  What stood out to me was the difference between aspiring and coveting.

Aspiring is fine.  There's nothing wrong with wishing to do better for oneself, one's family, and wanting to expand one's capacity to help others.  As Jacob taught:

...before ye seek for riches, seek ye for the kingdom of God.  And after ye have obtained a hope in Christ ye shall obtain riches, if ye seek them; and ye will seek them for the intent to do good—to clothe the naked, and to feed the hungry, and to liberate the captive, and administer relief to the sick and the afflicted. (Jacob 2:18-19).

Money isn't evil.  Aspiring to do better temporally isn't evil.  Coveting is evil.

For the love of money is the root of all evil: which while some coveted after, they have erred from the faith, and pierced themselves through with many sorrows.  (1 Timothy 6:10)

Note that it doesn't matter whether we're coveting the wealth we've already amassed, worshiping it as a false idol and hoarding it instead of doing good with it or whether we're coveting the success of others, plotting to steal it through direct criminal action or by redistributing it via government.  Love of money will canker our souls, embitter us and distance us from God.

A great quotation

I needed to put this somewhere permanent since it's fantastic.  Naturally, blogger will never go away.  I may also write it down somewhere.

One of my friends mentioned at church yesterday something his wife said:  "God took everything that leads to unhappiness and called it sin."

It's simple.  It's brilliant, and it's true.

A Picture of a Flag

     I know this looks like any other picture of the American Flag that you might see flying anywhere in the US. I'll tell you why this specific photo has special meaning for me. I took this picture on March 9, 1996, at the Port of Marseille in Marseille, France. The night before, our Zone, composed of about 20 missionaries in the greater Marseille area, had been street contacting together down near the pier where there would be more people to talk to.  We rarely did this as a group, and focused our efforts on the town we were actually working in (Aubagne).  That evening we kept meeting Americans, who were so happy to see people who not only knew their way around, but also spoke English--AMERICAN English.  We ran into one young man who was the Elder's Quorum President on the aircraft carrier they all came from:  the USS George Washington, which was anchored out in the Port of Marseille.  Another friendly young man walked us back to the apartment where we were staying that night, with a promise to meet us the next day with the rest of our group for a tour of the ship. 
     The next day was our Preparation Day, so we had some free time to go see cultural sites, write letters to our families, and go see other interesting things, like American ships.  We all made our way down to the Port and saw the fellow we had met the night before.  There was a big line of French citizens waiting for a chance to go on the American boat.  He took us past all of them and onto the launch, which took us to the carrier.  We walked through the lower parts of the ship, saw the huge room the size of a gymnasium full of nothing but soda machines.  They had every flavor you could imagine, for 25 cents.  I hadn't had a root beer in over six months, but all I had in my coin purse was francs.  The man giving us the tour was kind enough to give those of us without any American money a quarter from his own pocket so we could have a taste from home.
     Then he took us up to the flight deck to see the planes.  What you see above is what stood out to me as we arrived up top.  I realized I hadn't seen this flag waving for at least six months, and my heart filled with overwhelming joy at the bond to this country.  While I was enjoying my time in France, I knew where my home was, and I was proud and grateful that I would be returning there.  I was filled with gratitude for the several thousand men and women on that ship who were working to protect that country, the place I loved.