I know that which the Lord hath commanded me, and I glory in it. I do not glory of myself, but I glory in that which the Lord hath commanded me; yea, and this is my glory, that perhaps I may be an instrument in the hands of God to bring some soul to repentance; and this is my joy. -Alma 29:9
Here is an explanation from theshortcakefiles which really helped my own understanding.
But here’s probably the highlight of the post.
“It’s not that God didn’t want the blacks to have the priesthood, it’s that He understood his children and knew that it would be better to have the blacks wait then to have his church crippled by those who would not accept them. It’s not that the church folded with the times or social pressure, it’s that society finally caught up to the Plan and the Church was able to survive with racial equality. Then that’s when God allowed for it.”
So a while back, I was in the adult class to help out the sweet teacher. He had two copies of the Book of Mormon sitting on the table. My dad turned to me and asked me if I had anybody in mind that I could give a BoM to, and I had been thinking about my econ teacher. So when the teacher asked if anyone would like a copy to give out, I asked for one.
It left it on my desk, and I was planning to write a letter to him explaining why I wanted to give it to him. (He’s an American history teacher, and he also mentioned how he would love to go on the trek.)
This morning came quickly, and I turned and realized I had done nothing to prepare to give this to my teacher. Today was my last day of high school (yay). So I rushed out of my room asking my sister if giving it to this teacher was a good idea, to which she yelled at me because she was going to do the same. I had also been thinking about my junior English teacher.
So instead of writing to my econ teacher (I let Katie do that since she actually has him for history) I wrote to my AP Lang teacher. I wrote something cheesy like “You introduced me to a lot of your favorite literature, and now I’d like to present you with mine.”
I wrapped it up, and after first period I went to his classroom to give it to him. (My sister also has him this year, so she yelled that it was her idea first. For the record, I had that BoM a long time ago. She still doesn’t have a copy to give out.)
Now, to give a quick understanding, I haven’t talked to this specific teacher in about a year. He wasn’t my favorite teacher, and he actually scared me at times. But because I thought of that cheesy line, I couldn’t shake the idea of giving it to him.
Later, I was walking with my friend on my off hour, and this teacher was walking the class down to the library. He stopped me and said, “Thank you. I had a copy, and I gave it to a student about… eight years ago. He loved it so much that he converted. But I haven’t had a copy since. Thank you.”
So here I am, talking to a teacher I don’t really know, and at one point didn’t really like, and yet a miracle is being revealed before my eyes.
Top: My seminary class!
Bottom: Brother Rockwood! Now you get a face to the name! (New icon, yes?)
Seminary graduation was great. I only nearly cried when giving my talk.
youth-of-the-noble-birthright:
lik dis if u cry evertim
I’m so glad when daddy comes home, glad as I can be.
One econ test today and I’m basically done with high school.
I’d like to thank the academy, my parents, the cute fox that lives in our neighborhood.
No but seriously, I couldn’t have gotten through the first week without God’s support. Yesterday taking the Physics AP test I was calmer than usual and I’m thinking I did pretty well.
companioncube76 said: Gwaduwation. Gwaduwation is what bwings us togever today. That dweem within a dweem…
Me: I wish Companioncube was in our ward.
Katie: Yeah.
Seminary taught me the value of routine and repetition. Part of that lesson is that there is no such ting as routine and repetition. Seminary taught me the value of friends who treasure the Gospel. It taught me the value of learning for myself that the things they taught are true. It gave me a pattern for how to study when I went on my Mission, and for life after school. Seminary taught me the value of critical thinking when studying the gospel.
There’s not much else I can add to that. Seminary’s so awesome.
Happy Mother’s Day
This is in reference to this mission call. This is probably the one mission call I really was intrigued where he would go.
