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The Spirit of Revelation

“As you appropriately seek for and apply unto the spirit of revelation, I promise you will “walk in the light of the Lord”.   Sometimes the spirit of revelation will operate immediately and intensely, other times subtly and gradually, and often so delicately you may not even consciously recognize it. But regardless of the pattern whereby this blessing is received, the light it provides will illuminate and enlarge your soul, enlighten your understanding, and direct and protect you and your family.”    (David A Bednar April 2011 – The Spirit of Revelation)

When I first learned of the Holy Spirit of revelation I was not yet a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day-saints. I was a young girl living with a relative. The life style of this particular relative was not in tune with the Lord, Jesus Christ. He and his people had a picture in his den of what they believed Satan looks like. Surrounding it were naked women, drugs of various types and cocktail glasses. The things done to children and youth were not good.

One afternoon, while this relative was in my room, I heard the Holy Spirit of God tell me that, “This thing is displeasing to your Heavenly Father.” I looked at my relative and it was obvious he had not heard it, so I repeated it out loud. He jumped up and ran from the room. I turned to say thank you, but there was no one there.

Since that time I have held in my heart that truth and had stood up for children, both boys and girls, who are living in homes where this type of behavior exists. I have been able to introduce others to the Lord and how much He loves us all. I let them know that He is displeased when children are abused, and I invite them to read the Scriptures so they can see how Jesus Christ feels about this type of behavior.

Since joining the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day-saints, I was given the “gift” of the Holy Ghost and as I keep the commandments and honor my covenants with God, I have the honor of being with Him constantly. This gift is available for all who are baptized by one who has the authority. It is a gift from God to help His children while they are upon the earth.

Luke 3: 21-22

21 Now when all the people were baptized, it came to pass, that Jesus also being baptized, and praying, the heaven was opened,

22 And the Holy Ghost descended in a bodily shape like a dove upon him, and a voice came from heaven, which said, Thou art my beloved Son; in thee I am well pleased. (I know that God never lies.)

Act 19: 2-6

2 He (The Apostle Paul) said unto them, Have ye received the Holy Ghost since ye believed? And they said unto him, We have not so much as heard whether there be any Holy Ghost.
3 And he said unto them, Unto what then were ye baptized? And they said, Unto John’s baptism.
4 Then said Paul, John verily baptized with the baptism of repentance, saying unto the people, that they should believe on him which should come after him, that is, on Christ Jesus.
5 When they heard this, they were baptized in the name of the Lord Jesus.
6 And when Paul had laid his hands upon them, the Holy Ghost came on them; and they spake with tongues, and prophesied.

I know that those who have been ordained to give this gift are only found in the Church of Jesus Christ of whom are called “Latter-day-saints.”  Saints are not perfect, yet they are as those whom Jesus set apart to do His work after he was resurrected.

I share these truths with you in the name of our Lord and Savior, even Jesus Christ, amen

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Prayer

My first prayer was probably a lot different than yours. The good thing is, we both prayed.

My mother died when I was 3 years, 6 months and 23 days old. The following day things changed in our home. I remember being in a cold, dark closet, battered and alone. Terrified of the dark, because I had been told a large black man was going to come out of the dark and hurt me, I huddled in the corner and wept quietly. But that which had been told me is not what happened. I had never seen a black person before, so had no clue what one looked like. But rather than a large evil man hurting me, the room became very warm and light rather than dark. When I opened my eyes I was in a large field where the sun was shining, flowers were growing, the birds were singing, and butterflies were swirling around in the sky. I was with someone whom I knew loved me. I never saw his face, but I felt safe and that was what I needed.

When I was in my 20’s, Doctor’s told me that was just a dream, however, for this woman, that was a blessing. For the next while, I ended up living in my father’s back yard, with animals to nurse me, rather than humans. I watched the changing of the sky from light to dark and back again. I slept under a grape arbor and talked to God in ways that few humans ever do. I existed on the fruit of the trees when they fell to the ground and wild berries. I drank from the ponds of water my sister made from the garden hose when no one was watching. Life was most different for me then most children.

As I grew older, I talked to God with music. I would strum the strings of my Autoharp and look up into the heavens. When I got too polluted by humans, and stopped liking myself, I would go to the mountains where I could be with God and the animals of nature. I tried to make the best out of hard times, yet I was missing something. In many countries around the world, many children do the same things. We are all different, yet we are all the same. Many children struggle because of unkind humans. Yet God knows all things and those whom harm little children will have to answer to Jesus Christ for what they do.

In 1973 two young men came to my door. Those blessed men taught me the true order of Prayer, and I have been praying that way every since. When I was able, I got on my knees and addressed my Heavenly Father. I gave thanks for the many blessings He had provided me over the years. I told Him of my sorrows and fears and asked for His help. Then, I closed my prayers in the name of Jesus Christ, got up and began again.

Now, I pray either sitting down, or laying down. I do still bow my head, however at times, I can not even do that, yet I know He hears me. In my own home, I can speak my prayers out loud. When I am around people, I only pray inside my heart and mind. Now, there are times when I pray for and with a room full of people, and other times during the day or night I pray by myself, yet I still pray for others as well as myself.

Those two young men were Missionaries from the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day-saints. They gave me a book called The Book of Mormon and told me that I am a child of God. I had always wished I could be a child of God, but did not believe that a person such as I could ever have that honor. Yet, I testify to you that God loves me, just as He loves you. We may be worlds apart in the way we were raised, yet, God knows each of us by name. He knows all we have been through and are going through. He knows all we have done. He knows what we stand in need of and He does answer our prayers. He created the heavens and the earth and He is the only way we can have peace upon this earth.

it is my prayer that you too will listen when the Missionaries come to your door. Invite them in and listen to what they have to teach you. Read the material they give you and ask your questions, then, get on your knees and ask God if it is not true. He will tell you in your heart and in your mind, and then you too can have peace in times of trial.

I share these things with you In the Sacred name of Jesus Christ, amen

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Patience

President Urchtdorf said, “It is true that weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning (Psalm 30:5). Patience works because those who learn to wait upon the Lord, who learn patience, can wait until the dawn breaks without giving in to the darkness of despair. Life will show us that patience leads to great blessings, we just need to learn to trust in God, or in other words “be still, and know that [He is] God.””

I remember when I was on my mission and struggling to learn how to be patient. I was on my knees in my bedroom pleading with the Lord to help me. The words “be still and know that I am God” (Psalm 46:10) came to mind. I am rather hard headed, and thought, “But Father, you don’t understand. . . .” Again I felt, “Be still and know that I am God.” I took a breath and became obedient. As I did, I heard a faint tap on the door. It was my companion. After that, we began to work together in a manner that allowed us to find those whom had been prepared to hear truth. It was wonderful.

Being a missionary is not easy. It is not just those whom you are trying to teach, it is being taught yourself. I love the way Father teaches us. My goodness. If it were not for His love, I would have had no hope. Out of all my companions, (and I had a few) she was the first one to fullfill her dual mission. It gave me deep joy to know that after her mission ended, she went on to serve a second mission for the Lord. I am so proud of her.  All the others were kind, decent people who love the Lord, but a dual mission is not easy. I used many Stake Missionaries and Family History Missionaries to help in the work, but she was willing to do both, so I was able to finish my mission the way I wished to have started it.

Bless her heart. As she shared her testimony at this one man’s home, I could see the light come on in his eyes and when it came time for him to be baptised, he invited his old priest to come. From what I heard after my mission ended, he was singing in his ward choir and doing very well in his new calling.

I loved my mission and wish I was healthy enough to serve full time again. The good news is, “Once a missionary, always a missionary.”

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