The tradition in our ward and in some other wards in the UK is to have a Remembrance Sunday service on the second Sunday in November — the Sunday closest to November 11, or Armistice Day. In doing so, we essentially join with the rest of society in this act of remembering veterans as the rest of the Christian churches in the country uniformly dedicate a service on this day to the memory of those who died serving in past wars and to those currently serving. Part of this tradition in our ward is to move away from the assigned congregational talks that we usually have on a Sunday and stick to a readings-based program planned out in advance to capture the Spirit of the day and convey the purpose of the meeting. Read the rest of this entry »
I recently left a note here about the “liturgy” that our ward routinely does in honor of Remembrance Sunday and which I look forward to every year. We also enjoy a uniquely Mormon liturgy on Fourth Advent to celebrate Christmas properly as one — as a “ward family”. Hopefully the word “liturgy” isn’t misleading here: make no mistake, the meetings still had the rough and tumble of low church Mormon practices (i.e. this wasn’t a ritualized sung Eucharist or anything, just a slightly different readings-based format to Sacrament Meeting channeling the inspiration received by the Bishop in contemplating the Christmas message for the ward). Read the rest of this entry »
Only five years ago I was still experiencing a certain “diffused apprehension” very similar to what I had once seen described on the first page of Rand’s Atlas Shrugged whenever I would find myself downtown at dusk. Read the rest of this entry »
On July 3 my oldest daughter and I were fortunate enough to attend our Uncle Jim’s organ concert in the Salt Lake Tabernacle. We were in Salt Lake City for a family funeral but the Fourth of July atmosphere and its expression in the organ concert lifted our spirits as we enjoyed a fantastic performance of a variety of celebrations of America in music in what is, for us, a special place. Read the rest of this entry »
Almost nothing in this world is more precious to me than newborn children. Four times now our home has been blessed by the arrival of a tender, innocent newborn; our halls hallowed by their sweet, helpless cries. Having a new baby in our home is like having a fresh piece of heaven to savor and hold close, a glimpse into the eternal world from whence we came and where we are destined to return. When I hold a dear infant in my arms close to my chest, the soft, new hair brushing my cheeks as rhythmic breaths gently caress my neck, I feel God’s love in a larger measure than usual, encircling me with its cozy warmth and penetrating every nook and cranny of our home with its light. Such is the power of one of the humblest, most helpless creatures on Earth: the newborn babe.