Sunday June 1 2008 Thirty-eight Years in that State

Another gorgeous Sunday.

This evening, as the sun set behind the quaking aspens, it illuminated them like a cloud of spinning jade coins, I was pushing both my sons on the swings. It was a timeless moment.

In church, both my kids have trouble paying attention. Can't say as I blame them. Like their parents, their minds are going 100 miles an hour. I can only stand it if I'm taking notes or fiddling with something or reading a book while half-listening. It's like a typical class or whatever only takes half my brain. So, I empathize.

Flashback to morning: I bolted upright from my couch to realize that I hadn't visited my home-teaching families for more than a month! I went to see both of them this afternoon. I just love home-teaching. In fact, I like anything to do with coming into contact with other humans.

I came across this quote today, which I had heard before, but it sounded a bell in my soul as it did many years ago:

The Lord works from the inside out. The world works from the outside in. The world would take people out of the slums. Christ takes the slums out of people, and then they take themselves out of the slums. The world would mold men by changing their environment. Christ changes men, who then change their environment. The world would shape human behavior, but Christ can change human nature. -E.T. Benson

On my mission in Chile I found this to be very, very true. If I may ramble for a moment? I often wonder if my progress in this life is blocked by the slums of my own soul. Maybe I've gotten as far as I'm going to get unless I ratchet it up. Leprosy of the heart. I am still puzzling this out.

Griffin was stung by a hornet today. His comment afterwards: "I hate bugs". Isn't learning fun? My heart just went out to him. I remember getting stung by a hornet when I was a young lad.

I had a dream about Griffin last night: that I was in a clean and white sea-side city. I had become separated from my family in the crowd, but then I found Griffin, standing expectantly at the top of a flight of stairs. It was a feeling of sublime relief and elation to take him in my arms again.



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