Last week was full of surprises that kept me on my toes. Late on Saturday night I was talking to friends as a party I had hosted started to wind down. During the course of the conversation it was brought to my rememberance that I has committed to giving a talk in Sacrament meeting during church the next morning. It's been some time since I was asked to give a 15 to 20 minute talk and I was a little excited to be asked. Even having forgotten my commitment, this didn't bother me much. I had been asked to give my thoughts on a specific talk given during the most recent biannual General Conference -- all I needed to do was summarize the talk and add my own thoughts.
Waking early Sunday morning to prepare my talk, I was struck to do two things: write everything out and share stories about my brother, Adam. This was a little unusal. I typically jot down some notes and write out quotes but mostly just speak my mind. And I usually leave thoughts of Adam to be shared with close friends.
After giving this talk and hearing the responses from those in my ward, I feel that there are reasons I needed to write it all out and speak of Adam. I needed to share these thoughts here and I needed to be reminded of my brother. So here it is, the talk that has stirred the emotional pot and brought me back to my blog again - hopefully for good this time.
“We are surrounded by those in need of our attention, our encouragement, our support, our comfort, our kindness. … We are the Lord’s hands here upon the earth, with the mandate to serve and to lift His children. He is dependent upon each of us."
Who around you is in need of help? Who needs some small kindness? Who needs a listening ear, a gentle hug, a sweet word of encouragement? When you recognize a need it is a prompting by the Holy Ghost to act, to serve, to be the Lord's hands. Do not let the moment pass, but act. When you first observe, then serve.
After Adam passed away my dad wrote a pamphlet on how to respond
to the grief of others as we remembered the helpful service of our
friends and neighbors. Among the helpful tips he relates a piece of
advice that is applicable in all times of life. Do not say, “If
there's anything I can do for you, just ask.” Instead, just act.
Danny Idom saw our lawn was a mess and came over to mow, trim and
weed. A kind sister saw Sister Burton's need for help in the temple.
I saw my brother's need for understanding. Don't leave your service
until someone is pleading for your help. If you see a need, find a
way to fill it. This does not mean that you must take on the burdens
of the world. There are many things that cannot be fixed by one
person. Strive to be receptive to the Spirit in your home, your ward,
your community. Don't wait for a service project or for an
assignment. Become friends with those you home or visit teach. Learn
to be the Lord's hands in the lives of others as they are His hands
in your life.
First Observe, Then Serve
I've been thinking a lot about the importance of getting to know others. Of reaching out and becoming familiar with all sorts of people so as to recognize when things are a little off. Of knowing when to step up and help out.
This week two members of neighborhood passed away. It was amazing to attend the first funeral and see how well everything worked because there was a plan that just needed to be set into motion. I can't remember much of Adam's funeral. I remember the important parts. But don't ask me who set up chairs, brought food, or gave us hugs. Those things all just sort of happened. Someone else knew what was needed and served my family in specific ways that total strangers couldn't have.
I think right now I'm going to start small by grooming my thoughts into more charitable ones than I'm naturally inclined to have. I'm going to work on being more kind to my family. I'm going to be more available to help when others really are begging for aid. Once I've mastered the little things then maybe I can move on to the bigger issues of humanity. Maybe.
Waking early Sunday morning to prepare my talk, I was struck to do two things: write everything out and share stories about my brother, Adam. This was a little unusal. I typically jot down some notes and write out quotes but mostly just speak my mind. And I usually leave thoughts of Adam to be shared with close friends.
After giving this talk and hearing the responses from those in my ward, I feel that there are reasons I needed to write it all out and speak of Adam. I needed to share these thoughts here and I needed to be reminded of my brother. So here it is, the talk that has stirred the emotional pot and brought me back to my blog again - hopefully for good this time.
In June of 2003 my family went through
one of the most difficult things a family can go through. My mom and
my brother, Adam who was 11 at the time, were driving home to Erda on
the lonely stretch of Utah road between Ibapah and Wendover. It was
really the back end of nowhere. Something happened and the car rolled
six times. Every time it flipped it landed on the passenger side. My
mom suffered a few minor scrapes and bruises. Adam didn't make it. In
the days that followed we witnessed many miracles. Our ward had split
about six months before so when this happened we had the benefit of
two wards coming to our aid. I felt the power of the Holy Ghost more
strongly than I thought possible. I literally felt the power of
prayer as so many families headed the teachings of Christ when he
said to mourn with those who mourn. There were a lot of meals, hugs,
and tears shared but one act of service has lodged in my heart
forever. After a visit of condolence our neighbor, Danny Idom,
noticed that our yard hadn't been attended to. He came back early the
next morning and without knocking on the door or saying anything
proceeded to mow the lawn, weed flower beds and set everything right.
He saw a need that we couldn't fulfill at that time and he gave us
his efforts to fill it. Danny internalized and heeded the Lord's
teaching found in John 15: 12.
“This is my commandment, That ye love one another, as I
have loved you.”
Relief Society General President Linda
K. Burton summarized this commandment in four words easy to remember:
she said to First Observe, Then Serve.
Sister Burton shared a story that
illustrated this point.
Almost 40 years ago my husband and I
went to the temple for our Friday night date. We had been
married only a short time, and I was nervous because this was
only my second time as a newlywed. A sister sitting next to me
must have noticed. She leaned over and whispered reverently,
“Don’t worry. I’ll help you.” My fears were calmed, and
I was able to enjoy the rest of the temple session. She first
observed, then served.
Sister Burton urges us to listen to the Prophet. She said:
Sister Burton urges us to listen to the Prophet. She said:
One of the greatest evidences we have
that our beloved prophet, President Thomas
S. Monson, is the Lord’s chosen servant is that he has
learned to follow the Savior’s example—serving
individually, one by one. Those of us who have entered the
waters of baptism
have covenanted to do the same. We have covenanted to “always
remember [the Savior] and keep his commandments,”1
and He has said, “This is my commandment, That ye love one
another, as I have loved you.”
Notice how the following words from President Monson include the same invitation: “We are surrounded by those in need of our attention, our encouragement, our support, our comfort, our kindness. … We are the Lord’s hands here upon the earth, with the mandate to serve and to lift His children. He is dependent upon each of us.”
Notice how the following words from President Monson include the same invitation: “We are surrounded by those in need of our attention, our encouragement, our support, our comfort, our kindness. … We are the Lord’s hands here upon the earth, with the mandate to serve and to lift His children. He is dependent upon each of us.”
First Observe, Then Serve
Adam was always a high strung
individual. He was excitable and sometimes quite irrational. Growing
up we always had a family project that took up most of the summer.
These were not fun. It was always hard work. Because of these
projects I can lay and finish drywall. I know the basics of building
construction, how solar panels work, how to stuff a circuit board,
make a phone cord, and run a small business. I also know how rural
sewage systems work with a septic tank and drainage fields. I know
this because one infamous summer we had to redo the system in our
back yard. Adam complained all the time about the work and would
refuse to help so one day we locked him in the gardener’s shed. He
screamed and fussed until we let him out. After that, whenever he
complained we hinted that a trip to the shed might be in order and he
straightened out. It was around the same time that I learned an
important lesson with Adam. When he started going into a fit
complaining that it was unfair to ask him to do a chore I would take
him aside, wrap him in my arms and hold him until he calmed down. I
would then explain that we all needed to work together and he needed
to contribute to family effort. After a time of gentle words and
soothing he would meekly go and fulfill what had been asked of him. I
saw through the Saviors eyes a young man who just needed a little
understanding – to be heard and loved for a minute – and I was
able to serve him by giving him my time and a calming embrace. I
taught my mom this technique with Adam and she used it frequently.
Since he passed away this memory has given me great comfort. I know
that Adam felt my love for him. I observed and served my brother in a
crucial time in his short life.
Brothers and Sisters, it is not enough
to theoretically love others. You must show that love, that caring,
that charity as Christ would. By serving the individual we truly do
as President Monson encouraged:
“We are surrounded by those in need of our attention, our encouragement, our support, our comfort, our kindness. … We are the Lord’s hands here upon the earth, with the mandate to serve and to lift His children. He is dependent upon each of us."
Who around you is in need of help? Who needs some small kindness? Who needs a listening ear, a gentle hug, a sweet word of encouragement? When you recognize a need it is a prompting by the Holy Ghost to act, to serve, to be the Lord's hands. Do not let the moment pass, but act. When you first observe, then serve.
Sister Burton related another time
recently when she was prompted to go to the temple. She said:
A few weeks ago, I was hurried and
frazzled, with too many to-dos on my list. I had hoped to go to
the temple that day but felt I was just too busy. As soon as
that thought of being too busy for temple service crossed my
mind, it awakened me to what I most needed to do. I left my
office to walk over to the Salt Lake Temple, wondering when I
was going to recapture the time I was losing. Thankfully, the
Lord is patient and merciful and taught me a beautiful lesson
that day.
As I sat down in the session room, a young sister leaned over and reverently whispered, “I’m really nervous. This is only my second time in the temple. Could you please help me?” How could she ever have known that those words were exactly what I needed to hear? She didn’t know, but Heavenly Father knew. He had observed my greatest need. I needed to serve. He prompted this humble young sister to serve me by inviting me to serve her. I assure you that I was the one who benefited most.
As I sat down in the session room, a young sister leaned over and reverently whispered, “I’m really nervous. This is only my second time in the temple. Could you please help me?” How could she ever have known that those words were exactly what I needed to hear? She didn’t know, but Heavenly Father knew. He had observed my greatest need. I needed to serve. He prompted this humble young sister to serve me by inviting me to serve her. I assure you that I was the one who benefited most.
First Observe, Then Serve
I've been thinking a lot about the importance of getting to know others. Of reaching out and becoming familiar with all sorts of people so as to recognize when things are a little off. Of knowing when to step up and help out.
This week two members of neighborhood passed away. It was amazing to attend the first funeral and see how well everything worked because there was a plan that just needed to be set into motion. I can't remember much of Adam's funeral. I remember the important parts. But don't ask me who set up chairs, brought food, or gave us hugs. Those things all just sort of happened. Someone else knew what was needed and served my family in specific ways that total strangers couldn't have.
I think right now I'm going to start small by grooming my thoughts into more charitable ones than I'm naturally inclined to have. I'm going to work on being more kind to my family. I'm going to be more available to help when others really are begging for aid. Once I've mastered the little things then maybe I can move on to the bigger issues of humanity. Maybe.
