Sunday, February 24, 2013

"Our Doubts are Traitors"


"Our doubts are traitors,
And make us lose the good we oft might win
By fearing to attempt."
--William Shakespeare, Measure for Measure, Act 1, Scene 4.

This week I had an interesting experience.  I was asked to look over an article that was submitted to a journal.  The article deals with Church education and one of my advisors is on the editorial board of the journal, so I assume that is how it ended up being sent to me.  As I read through the article I noticed a couple of places where the author used some notes that I had compiled while researching for Education in Zion and for my thesis.  This was fine, as I had done much of that research while working for Education in Zion and I had also given copies of those notes to a friend or two.  But it served as a good reminder to me that it was time for me to actually submit some of my thesis chapters to journals to be published as articles.

But as weird as this sounds for someone who writes a blog post and puts it up for friends and family to read each week (usually without much editing because I don't have time to edit it), I am terrified of submitting my writing to editors and reviewers.  In my mind, my writing is never quite polished enough or never interesting enough to turn it over to a board of editors.  I have heard some of the conversations of friends about published articles not being very good or being deeply flawed or whatever, and so I know how petty and even rude historians can be about works they disagree with.  But in expressing all of these fears and doubts about my own work, I am preventing myself from having opportunities that might otherwise be mine for the taking.

In thinking about these fears, and other fears and doubts in my life, I was reminded of Shakespeare's wise words quoted above.  The use of the word traitor is interesting and quite fitting.  Our doubts and fears are always our own creations.  They are a part of us and they do indeed betray us because they never have our own best interest at heart.  If we let them, our doubts and fears will hold our faith and confidence hostage forever, never allowing us to progress despite our deepest yearnings for eternal growth.  Worse than that, our doubts and fears cause us to believe the worst of ourselves, the worst of others, and even the worst of God.  Rather than believing that we are sons and daughters of a Heavenly Father with divine potential, we are forced to believe that we aren't good enough and that we will never be good enough to match up to our greatest desires.  Rather than believing that our family, friends, neighbors, and peers are generous people who want to help us achieve our goals, we begin to believe that they have low opinions of our efforts and can only see the flaws in our work.  Finally, rather than really believing that our Heavenly Father has a plan for our growth, development, and eventual exaltation, we believe that His plan is for better and more capable people than us, imaginary people who don't struggle as much as we do or need as much help as we need.

When put in print, of course, we all see the absurdity of these fears and doubts, the fallacy of the games our minds play with us.  But doubts and fears are powerful foes and never give up easily.  Most of the world suggests that we must begin by reshaping our view of ourselves.  Such an approach is understandable, for at their core, our doubts and fears are personal indictments we make about ourselves.  But perhaps the true way to overcome them is to begin by reshaping our view of our Heavenly Father and of His children.  The Prophet Joseph Smith reminded us that "If men do not comprehend the character of God, they do not comprehend themselves" (Teachings of the Prophet Joseph Smith, 343).  It is so very important for us to know that God loves us personally and blesses us personally.  We can begin by praying to see more clearly God's blessings to us personally and then we must open our eyes and take note of and express gratitude for those many blessings He does bestow upon us.  When we come to a sure knowledge of God's love for us, we cannot help but come to a sure knowledge of our misunderstanding of our own selves and our own capacities.  Secondly, we can pray to see the charity, love, and compassion in others more clearly, particularly that compassion shown toward us.  As we notice these things, we must take note of and express gratitude for those many kindnesses.  Finally, it will help us to overcome our doubts and fears if the things we attempt to do ourselves are not so much focused upon ourselves as they are upon serving our Father and His children.  Our greatest talents and abilities are not to be found in lifting ourselves up, but in lifting and building those around us.

In my life I have been grateful for the examples of those around me who did not take counsel from their fears, but who did what they knew to be right.  My brother Rob has done this so often for me, whether it was his willingness to set out on adventures as a child, to blaze the missionary path for his younger brother, or to be willing to try his hand at a tough business a second time after the first attempt didn't go so well.  I have watched Rob have some setbacks and disappointments, but more often than that I have watched him grow and succeed through his willingness to try.  I hope some day I can be more like him in this regard.

Brett

Sunday, February 17, 2013

Walking on Holy Ground

This was a great week.  Valentine's day was wonderful!  Even though I would rather have been spending the day with Julianne, I enjoyed the 75 degree temperatures and sunshine in Texas.  And even more than that, I enjoyed receiving a thoughtful card and a package from Julianne, as well as a nice little note from my parents.  Julianne spoiled me, sending me both a box of cherry chocolates and a box of milk chocolate sea foam (chocolate covered honeycomb).  They are both my favorites and I've had to try to keep my consumption at acceptable levels so as to make the chocolate last longer.  It is hard to believe that February is over half-way over.  I couldn't be more excited because it means that Spring is coming soon with flowers, blossoms, and consistently warm temperatures!

The Garden Tomb in the Spring

This morning when I woke up, I started thinking back about one of my favorite stories that my grandpa used to tell.  It was about President Kimball and a trip that my grandparents took to Jerusalem with President and Sister Kimball in 1979 for the dedication of the Orson Hyde Memorial Gardens.  Because it was such a memorable event to have the President of the Church traveling in the Holy Land (up to that point, trips like this had been infrequent), BYU decided to send a photography crew to capture the occasion.  Understandably, they wanted candid shots of the President of the Church walking where the Savior had walked.  And they didn't really want his secretary in these pictures.  But just prior to this trip, President Kimball had had an operation to relieve the effects of a subdural hematoma and he was still recovering from the the effects of this operation.

During a fireside years later, my grandpa recalled, "Everywhere we went, I held his arm because he was a little unsteady....We went to the Garden Tomb. And President and Sister Kimball and my wife and I sat in there on that stone bench.  We read the scriptures and President Kimball gave a prayer.  He commented on [the scene] and we meditated.  And then he said, 'I really believe this is where they laid our Lord.'  We stepped out into the bright sunshine....The flooring is uneven because it is made of stone.  I was afraid the President would trip and fall, so I was holding him by the arm.  But again, [the photographers] wanted to take his picture, and without me in it.  And so, reluctantly I let go of his arm.  And as I stepped away I said, 'Now, President Kimball, be careful.'  He turned to me and he smiled and quietly said to me, 'Don't worry Arthur, I'm used to walking on holy ground.'  So I stepped away and they took the picture."

Over the years, I've thought a lot about President Kimball's response, "Don't worry Arthur, I'm used to walking on holy ground," and particularly with regards to this situation.  By this point in his life, President Kimball had spent years walking the halls of Temples and other places of holy ground.  He knew how to recognize holy ground by the way that it felt and the thoughts it inspired him to think.  And this was holy ground!  The fact that the pathways were uneven and even treacherous for one who was still recovering from the effects of a major surgery did not make this ground any less holy.

In this story, my grandfather was right to be worried.  But at the same time, President Kimball was right to be confident.  Each of us will, from time to time, find ourselves upon holy ground that might also be rocky and potentially dangerous terrain.  Our own homes are perhaps the holiest ground most of us tread in this life, but as we all know, family life can be uneven and challenging, and it can be easy to slip and fall if we are not careful.  Our wards and stakes are holy ground where we can be lifted up and edified.  But we also know people who have been offended and deeply hurt by uncaring comments and hurtful remarks.  Just as the dangers of an uneven path did not stop President Kimball from walking on the path at the Garden Tomb, so the rockiness of these terrains should not prevent us from walking on these paths.  The key for us is to do what President Kimball did and focus upon the holiness of the ground and not the unevenness of the paths that cover it.  If, from time to time, someone is a little insensitive or unkind (or even downright mean), we can still know that we are on holy ground, seeking to do the will of our Father in Heaven.  The benefits and blessings of standing on holy ground deeply outweigh the dangers of the uneven paths we must sometimes walk.

Brett

(Hopefully this makes some sort of sense.)

Sunday, February 10, 2013

Enjoy more fully the sunlight!

John C. Hafen, "Girl Among the Hollyhocks," LDS Church History Museum


I can honestly say that this has been one of the least memorable weeks I can think of.  To be honest, other than knowing that I went to my classes, read a book about Mexican consumer culture, and talked with Julianne each night, I'm not entirely sure what happened this week.  Sometimes that is a good thing though!  It is always a tell-tale sign that the semester is in full swing when the gap between Sundays begins shrinking.  Weeks come and go and you are certain that you participated, but you just aren't sure how.

One thing that I do remember from this week, however, is a profound lesson that I picked up in my scripture study.  I have been in Mosiah 14 (Isaiah 53), one of the great chapters on the Savior's atonement.  I never cease to be impressed by the power of Isaiah's description of the atonement in the words: "Surely he has borne our griefs and carried our sorrows; yet we did esteem him stricken, smitten of God, and afflicted.  But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities; and the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed" (Mosiah 14:4-5).  Isaiah's juxtaposition of pronouns referring to us and to Him is powerful and leaves most readers in amazement at what the Savior did for us and just how unfair the whole procedure actually was.  It struck me that way, as I considered my many sins and imperfections, and the fact that "the chastisement of my peace was upon Him."

But I noticed something in this reading that I hadn't seen before as I read, "He was oppressed, and he was afflicted, yet he opened not his mouth; he is brought as a lamb to the slaughter, and as a sheep before her shearers is dumb so he opened not his mouth" (Mosiah 14:7).  It struck me how remarkable this all was.  I have a hard time not complaining at even the slightest pain, not to mention injustice.  But in the midst of the greatest injustice of all eternity--the One Being who was wholly pure paying the price of humanity's long litany of sins--He didn't complain.  More than that, Isaiah informs us, "Yet it pleased the Lord to bruise him....He shall see the travail of his soul, and shall be satisfied" (Mosiah 14:10-11).  The Savior not only didn't complain about his pains and struggles, He rejoiced in them and found satisfaction that by this act He would "justify many; for he shall bear their iniquities" (Mosiah 14:11).

Thinking about all of this, I couldn't help but think about my blog entries and my life in general.  I have a tendency to complain, to focus on things which are unhappy or frustrating, when the reality is that I am so very blessed.  I was reminded of President Hinckley's counsel: "I come this morning with a plea that we stop seeking out the storms and enjoy more fully the sunlight.  I am suggesting that we 'accentuate the positive.'  I am asking that we look a little deeper for the good, that we still our voices of insult and sarcasm, that we more generously compliment virtue and effort....What I am suggesting and asking is that we turn from the negativism that so permeates our society and look for the remarkable good in the land and times in which we live, that we speak of one another's virtues more than we speak of one another's faults, that optimism replace pessimism, that our faith exceed our fears" (Gordon B. Hinckley, BYU Devotional, 29 October 1974).

In that spirit, may I just say how truly blessed I am.  I have the most wonderful family that I could possibly ask for.  They have been as supportive and encouraging as anyone could ever ask a family to be, and they are constantly there whenever I need them.  I have a beautiful and thoughtful girlfriend who shows me so much of life's beauty and also of its kindness.  Every night I am blessed to be able to talk with her.  I have so many wonderful friends who bless my life in different ways.  And I am blessed with opportunities that I know others only dream about.  Most of all, I have been blessed with a testimony and witness of the Gospel of Jesus Christ and with a knowledge of His redeeming love and grace.  Recognizing all of these things, it is so much more easy to enjoy the sunlight!

Brett

Sunday, February 3, 2013

Believing in Good Things to Come

This morning as I realize that the Superbowl is tonight and that my once-beloved San Francisco Forty Niners are in it, I can't help but think back to 1989 when I was seven or eight years old.  That year the Forty Niners played the Cincinnati Bengals in the Superbowl.  At that time I was at least as devoted to the Forty Niners as I was to BYU, and as is still often the case, I was nervous and fidgety before my team had a big game.  Not wanting to miss any of the game (which wasn't even going to start until well after Church had ended), I actually feigned illness at Church that day so that my Dad would take me home from sacrament meeting.  Looking back I'm not proud of that moment, but it does make me smile.  In the years since then, my love for the Forty Niners has sharply declined while my commitment to the Church and my realization that a big game is not an acceptable reason to miss Church have increased.  Gratefully I've grown up a little.

I just had to throw that little anecdote in for fun.  What I really wanted to write about today has to do with some news that I received this week.  For a long time I have dreamed of being able to teach religion at BYU.  It's a position that I would be excited about and one that I think I could do pretty well in.  In order to make yourself known to the faculty and to help them see if you would be a good fit or not, they often bring in adjunct professors during the spring and summer months when the regular professors want time off to enjoy their summers.  This year I received an email inviting me to apply for a position teaching Doctrine and Covenants at BYU this summer.  I was ecstatic.  Not only was this an opportunity to get started towards my dream job, it came with pretty good summer pay (which is something that is always needed).  I applied at the beginning of November and finally heard back from them this week, informing me that I had not been selected and that they had chosen other candidates who were further along in their doctoral programs.

I must admit that I was quite disappointed when I received this email, even though I knew it would afford me more time to prepare for my comprehensive exams that I will be taking in September.  It seemed like I was missing out on something that I have wanted so badly--and as is usually the case in moments of disappointment, it felt like I had lost my opportunity.  I couldn't help but wonder if I had just wasted my time pursuing a job that was never going to come.  Gratefully I had sympathetic ears from Julianne and my family who knew how disappointing that news was for me and let me vent a little while still encouraging me to keep going.

Nana and Papa and the Family in 1954
In the middle of my frustration, I thought about my Papa Haycock.  He had grown up during the Depression and had not been blessed with the opportunity to attend a university or a college.  To compensate he had taken a few extra business classes in high school, hoping that these would allow him to gain a secretarial position.  Shortly after he had finished high school, he was called on a mission to Hawaii where he had the opportunity to be present when President Heber J. Grant came to establish the first stake in the Islands.  President Grant brought his able secretary, Joseph Anderson, with him on the trip.  As my Papa watched Brother Anderson take the minutes and do other things for President Grant, he was impressed with the idea that he would like to do something similar, and Brother Anderson encouraged him to apply for a position at the Church when he returned home from his mission.  Upon returning from Hawaii, my Papa took a couple of low paying jobs at a hotel and at the Salt Lake Tribune and was miserable at both.

He wrote, "It was then that I remembered the visit of President Grant and President Clark and Joseph Anderson to the islands, and I decided I would pursue my desire to get a job at the Church Offices.  So every Monday at noon, on my lunch hour, I would walk up to the Church Offices and apply for a job....Finally after a six month period of regular visits, I was offered a job at $100.00 a month.  The same day, I was offered a job by the FBI to work in the office and then become a special agent at $150.00 per month.  I decided to take the job at the Church Office and began there September 8, 1938."

As I thought about this short little story, I realized that my Papa had not immediately gotten the job he wanted.  For six months he had gone to the Church Offices every Monday to apply until they finally took a chance on him.  Eventually he was blessed to be able to perform a similar role as that he had watched Elder Anderson perform.  I am convinced that it was my grandfather's persistence that allowed him to get the job he had dreamed about.  And even when the job offer finally came, it also came with a decision as he was obliged to choose between working for the Church and working for the government with a higher salary.

Too often we give up on our dreams too quickly.  We let a setback here or a failure there keep us from realizing our dreams.  Sometimes all we need is just a little bit of patience and persistence, followed by commitment to those dreams when it seems like a better offer may have presented itself.  On the days when it seems like our dreams are failing, it will help us to remember Elder Holland's words to himself as he remembered a discouraging day in Kanarraville, Utah.  "In that imaginary instant, I couldn't help calling out to [myself]: 'Don't give up, boy.  Don't you quit.  You keep walking.  You keep trying.  There is help and happiness ahead--a lot of it--30 years of it now, and still counting.  You keep your chin up.  It will be all right in the end.  Trust God and believe in good things to come.'"

Brett