Wednesday, September 5, 2012

An Epic Summer of FUN

School started last week which means that it was also the official end to summer. And what a summer it has been. One full of friends. laughter. adventure, and great memories which will last forever. The summer of fun all started when one of my best friends received her mission call to Jacksonville, FL. Those of us in that group of friends were talking on night and decide that we should make it the best summer ever, full of adventure and all the activities we could before she would leave. By the time the night was over we had the beginnings of The Epic Summer of Fun. Now, my summer of fun included that many activities with this group, The Fab 5, and a few other groups of friends as well. This is how the summer went.....

May
The month of May started with me getting a new car. My old one was officially dead and I needed something to drive.  I went and got my car that first Saturday in May, May 5th. That night stated the Epic Summer of Fun activities with a night at the Drive-In where we saw the Avengers. This is also the night that I found out my new car heater worked extremely well :). The rest of the month included a trip to Logan, a backyard BBQ, singing in the Stake Choir at the conference center, getting new contacts, and the best trip of all that happened the last week of May. This would be a trip with most of the Fab 5 to Cabo San Lucus, Mexico for a week. We left on the 25th and drove to Vegas that night. the next day we boarded a plane and headed to California and then to Mexico. Once there we proceeded to drive to the villa that we were staying for the week, Casa Grande (you can look it up on the internet if you want to see where it is at) We stayed there for a week with days spent sunning by the pool, playing at the beach, shopping, eating at fabulous places, music videos, para-sailing, and just enjoying time with friends.

This is Rudy Lob
 Night at the Drive-In


Trip to Logan



Cabo Mexico






June
The fun continues in June with first returning from Mexico. Then we have a Backyard movie and BBQ for Brett and Jacq's Birthdays. This month was also the month that Jacque went through the Temple and it was such a great experience to be able to be there with her. There was a John Bytheway devotional, a family party for great cousin Jimmy who turned 80,  and then some backyard fun at Taryn's. From there we had a weekend in Park City, some baseball, movie nights, and I ended the month with a trip to Driggs ID with the sister, brother-law and nephew. On this trip we drove up to Driggs on Friday and then went to Yellowstone on Saturday and then drove home Sunday afternoon. It was a pretty great trip and a great month.

Backyard Birthday Fun


 Park City

 Softball Game

 Yellowstone



July
This month was a busy month. It started off with a bang with the 4th of July. The night before included fireworks at the WB park with music and friends. On the 4th the day included the ward Breakfast, the West Bountiful parade, and then the Stadium of Fire with the Beach Boys and the most amazing fireworks show ever. I loved every minute of it. This month also included trips to the temple with friends, the Bountiful Farmer's Market, Fab 5 girls nights, a Day spent at Cherry Hill, and the first trip of the year to Lake Powell with the Fab 5. This trip usually takes place over Labor Day, but we choose to do it sooner so that the whole gang could go. We left at 3am on Thursday the 12th after a night of packing and crashing in the living room of Brett's house. We spent the rest of Thursday and the next two full days on the lake before we headed back home on Sunday. After the Lake Powell trip came the Bountiful 24th parade with the 2000 Stripling Warriors, a Bee's Baseball game, the Bachlorette Party, a night at the Ogden Rodeo, a day at Bear Lake to celebrate the 24th, a game night with old friends and a new one, a camp-out at Crystal Hot Springs with my friends ward followed by a Saturday spent at the Hogel Zoo to celebrate my birthday, and then onto Jacquie's mission farewell and another trip to Lake Powell.  All in all is was a pretty amazing month.

Fireworks at WB Park

 4th of July


 Cherry Hill
 Lake Powell



 Farmer's Market
 24th Parade - Stripling Warriors
 Bees Baseball Game



 Bachlorette Party


 Hogel Zoo


 Ogden Rodeo


 Bear Lake


 Jacquie's Farewell



August
August started off with one of my favorite trips. Every year there is a group of us that goes to Lake Powell for the first week of August.Once back we had a farewell night to say goodbye to Jacq. The rest of the month included dinner at Taste of India for Jessica's B-day, cleaning at the Deseret Mills, dinner with friends, dinner at Johnny Rockets, shopping at City Creek, a BBQ with my new co-workers, BBQ for Jer and Allie's B-days, new teacher training for work, The Brigham City Temple open house, And movie nights throughout the month. And then school officially started and that meant it was the end of Summer. But, even though it ended it was full of fun and laughter and truly became the Epic Summer. Now....onto a Fabulous Fall. :)

Lake Powell







 Farewell


Saturday, April 28, 2012

Pontiac Grand Prix (Tink) 1992 ~ 2012


Pontiac Grand Prix was born in the year of 1992 to parents unknown. Even though the events and younger years of her life are unknown as well, it is believed by many that she was taken care of well and enjoyed her years growing up. In her teenage years she was adopted by the Martinez couple where she then resided for many years. Throughout these years she continued to be well taken care of and maintained and worked to the best of her abilities. Pontiac enjoyed these years and enjoyed serving those around her. One of her favorite trips was to the SLC airport. On this fateful trip in January of the year 2007 she met a girl named Brittney. Pontiac was giving her and some of her family members a ride to the airport so they could take a trip to Flordia. She enjoyed the trip to the airport and was sad to see it end. Little did she know that fate would bring the two them together again.

For it was later that same year when Pontiac went to live with Brittney. She was excited for this new adventure and knew that the rest of her years would be well spent in Brittney's care. Their relationship continued to grow and Pontiac quickly adopted the nickname of Tink. With Brittney she was driven all around the Salt Lake Valley and put on many miles. She drove to the U of U on pretty much a daily basis for 3 years, to Cottonwood heights to visit friends, to Layton to visit family, to Logan and Provo and all places in between. Throughout the years she got a new transmission, new brakes, new tires, new coolant system, new driver side window, new fan belt, and yearly check-ups and oil changes. Tink was cleaned and vacuumed and was well loved.

It was on April 20, 2012 that Tink would take her last drive. That morning she drove Brittney to work and then to the U of U. After a night of hanging out she was ready to drive Brittney home around 9:30 that night. With the windows rolled down and the music blasting she proceed to drive through the University roads and then down South Temple where her engine gave out upon reaching 900 East after stopping for the red light. Brittney was able to coast her around a corner and then to her final stop alongside of the road across from the Smiths Express gas station. And try as she might she could just not turn over and continue anymore. That night Tink was towed to the body shop and put on monitors while those that loved her waited for the final diagnosis. It was on Monday April 23, 2012 that she was pronounced dead by the mechanics.

Tink is survived by her owner Brittney and the friends who rode in her. She will always be remembered for her heavy doors, loud radio, broken door locks, missing hubcap, extremely hard lights to change, lock combination on the glove box, a gear shift that didn't register, the two keys you had to have (one to unlock doors and one to start it) and the many rides through town with the windows rolled down on a bright sunny day. Tink will always be loved and will be missed by those who knew her.

The family have chosen to have a closed viewing to a select few of Tinks closet friends. Then on Monday April 30, 2012 Tink will be taken to her final resting place. Family members will wave tearful goodbyes as she is driven away to the scrap yard to be stripped apart for parts. The family discussed it and felt that the donation of her organs and working parts would serve Tnik best. Any donations to the cause may be sent directly to Brittney Walker.

Monday, April 16, 2012

I Took The Plunge

Yes, I took the plunge. I finally decided to try it and see how it goes. I figured, whats the worst that could happen. So I signed up. I created an account and then I found another sight a week later and created one on that sight as well. It has now been a couple of months and I have realized some things about this whole adventure called online dating.

First, let me tell you why I did it. That's the first question you think of right. Why did I sign up. Well, I am 24 years old and would like to get married one day. I was in an LDS sorority for 4 years while at college, I have attended a singles ward for that last 4 years, and at both I have tried to get involved and meet new people and make friends. Which I did, I have enjoyed being a part of it all, but nothing romantic has come from it. I am now graduated from college and working with kids. This means that the college social life is gone as well. Don't, get me wrong, I still hang out with the friends I made, but I no longer have that avenue to meet new people. So her I am, 24 and single. I work with kids, so there are no potential dates there. I don't go to bars or clubs, so that is not an option. Yes, I am still going to the singles ward, but considering that I have been in one for 4 years, we will just leave it at that. So I am down to only a few options of how to meet people. 1) Someone new at the singles ward 2) Through friends and family, which really doesn't happen or 3) Online dating.

Online dating is something that has been on my mind for awhile. For those of you who know me, you know I love to read. In the last few months in a few of the books that I have read they talk about online dating. I have also been coming across other stories and news of people on dating sites and it just seemed to be something that kept coming up in my life. So one day a couple of months ago I started searching some sites out and I ended up joining one and making a profile. I filled out all of the information about myself and what I like to do. I uploaded some photos and then proceeded to check out the other profiles on the site. About a week later I joined another sight and did all the same stuff. And now that I have been on these sights for about two months, there are a few things that I have learned.

*The pool of guys on them is just as scary as the pool of guys at the singles ward. I don't mean this as in they are all bad. Some of the guys on these sights are good and seem normal, but you have to search to find them. While searching you will come across some that make you rethink what you are doing. I don't know how many of you have looked at these sights, but your first impression comes from a screen name, a picture and a few brief sentences about them. And first impressions can say a lot. So when you come across a screen name of  Here4Ladies, Cocoboi, Yourin4atreat, Jackelope, Shockelicious, or Takingitslow who sends you a flirt and turns out to be 44, you tend to get a little scared about who is still single out there. Having said this though, there seems to be some normal people as well. You just have to keep looking.

*It takes effort. Just because you sign up and make a profile, that doesn't mean you are done. all it means is that you are now featured on the sight and people can see your profile. But, if you really want to take advantage of the sight then you have to get involved with it. You have to initiate the search for profiles. You have to be the one to read them and check them out. You have to send flirts and messages saying that you are interested in someone. And on the other side of it you have to be the one to read the messages that you get and reply back to them. You have to get rid of all the people that scare you and the ones you just know would never work out. After a few weeks of not doing much of any of the above listed I have finally decided that it is like anything else in life; you will get back what you are willing to put into it. And if I want to get more out of the sights, then I need to put more into it and spend more time on it. Just like real dating, it takes effort.

*Don't give up. After the first week of being on these sights I was wondering what I had gotten myself into and if it was worth it. I kept wondering if it would pay off and if I would find someone interesting that I would want to meet. And even though I have yet to have something come from this (well, besides a few funny stories and interesting guys in all the wrong ways) I will keep on looking.

*Face time is needed. Online dating is not the one stop shopping center for a partner. It is not a pick a husband sight. It is a get to know someone sight. It is a browse and read and see who interests you sight. It in no way replaces actual dating and actual face time with a person. Face time is still needed and still required. Online is just a stepping stone in getting the process started.

Those are the main things that have been coming to my mind since I started this. I know that I have not been putting in the effort that I should if I really want to get somewhere with this. I know I need to be more proactive and I need to not be afraid to send someone a flirt or a message. SO I will keep on searching, keep on eliminating, keep on reading, and keeping on looking for someone interesting to meet. Because I figure the worst that can happen is that I won't find anyone, which is where I am already to begin with. It can only go up from here.

Sunday, March 11, 2012

Living the Dream in a Whole New Way

People are always talking about the dreams that they have. Not just the dreams that they have when they sleep, but the dreams they have when they are awake. Most of these dreams have to do with what they want the future to bring. They dream about careers, marriages, kids, life long plans, traveling, and so much more. Some dream these dreams for others and others dream them for themselves. And then there are those who dream the dreams for the world. They dream of a better place and of amazing wonders to come. But whatever they are dreaming for and whoever they are dreaming for, the point is that they dream. And not just that they dream, but that they dream with their eyes wide open.

I once heard a quote that states this "Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that all was vanity; but the dreamers of the day are dangerous people, for they may act their dreams with eyes wide open and make it possible." The dreamers of the day, the ones who dare to dream with their eyes wide open, are the ones who have the potential to make great things happen. The real forces to watch out for though, are those who not only dare to dream, but they are those who also dare to act. For it is only those who act on their dreams that get to watch them and experience them becoming a reality.

Now I haven't been the most avid dreamer. Don't get me worng, growing up I thought about where I wanted to head and what I wanted to have some day, but I also just lived my life and enjoyed it along the way. I was never waiting for a dream to come true to be happy, but I did dream. And over the last year or so I have looked around and realized that I am living my dream.

I don't know how many people can say that. Maybe it means that I didn't dream big enough or maybe it means my dreams were pretty easy to accomplish. I don't know. But the point is that, whether you think them to be big or small, I am living my dreams. Are they excatly how I thought they would be? No. But do I enjoy them just the same? Yes.

Growing up I had dreams of graduating from college, having a job I liked, working with kids, singing in a choir, going to the temple, having friends I loved, and so much more. I never really made plans or set goals as to how I was going to accomplish any of those dreams. I realized recently that I am not really the goal setting type. I am more of the living life at the moment type. But recently there have been days that I have stopped and looked around and realized all that I had accomplished and all the dreams that I was living. I have graduated from the U of U, I currently work with kids of all ages and I enjoying going to work each day. I can say that I like my job. I have been through the temple and it was one of the best things I have ever done and I have great friends that I truly love and love to be with.

All of the dreams that I am living are not what I thought they would be. The life I am living now is not the dame as the one I dreamed about in my head. But the point is, that I am living my dreams. I am just living them in a whole new way. A way that I didn't think about until it was happening. But also a way that I can say I am loving and is so much more suited to who I am then my ideas could ever have been. I never thought that I would be working at the Sylvan Learning Center, I never thought that I would get endowed without getting married right after, I never thought that I would graduate from college and not know what to do next, I never really thought that I would have as many people as I do that I can call my friends. And even though I never thought of my dreams turning out this way, I can honestly say that I am living my dreams and that I am loving it. I love the way my life is turning out and I kind of love who I am. OK, I really love who I am. Just sayin.

Now, I know I am not perfect in anyway. You could probably spend less time counting the blades on grass in a park then counting and adding up all of my flaws. And I also now that my life is not the perfect dream. But my life is perfect for me and it is perfect for me to continue to learn and grow in and I love who I am getting the chance to be and become. So the next question would be what do you do when you realize you are living your dreams and loving them?  I will tell you......you dream again. You open your mind up and dream with your eyes open. You ask yourself "what to do now?" and then you take the time to answer. And then, once you start having the new dream, do you know what you do?...... You act on it. You take that first step to accomplishing it and then you run with it from there and if it happens to crash and burn in the middle, so what, you get yourself back up and run again. Then one day you will stop and look around and realize that you are living that dream too and it will feel good. So go ahead. Dream. Dream with your eyes wide open and then dare to act. " For it is not enough to stare up the steps-we must step up the stairs."

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

Something Worth Waiting For

Growing up in the LDS church I have been taught from day one about the best ways to live and what to live for. I have grown up learning about faith, repentance, forgiveness, prayer, the atonement, temples, and so much more. The gospel has always been a part of my life and has always brought me great joy with the knowledge and peace that it brings.

As I have gotten older I have learned more in depth about the topics of the gospel and things have brought on new meanings. As I have grown, experiences, and learned more the gospel has grown to mean more to me as well. Being in a singles ward brings on new meanings to things as well. Some of them are great and help make me stronger and some of them just become awkward. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy being in the singles ward and have since I joined one about 4 years ago. It is great being in a place where there are a lot of people in your same situation and is is great having the responsibility to help run the ward in ways we wouldn't if we were in family wards. In my wards I have had great learning experiences from the lessons that have been taught. But, being that it is a singles ward there are some principals that get a bit more focus then others and can sometimes become awkward to sit through in a lesson.

A couple of weeks ago my ward had one of these awkward lessons. It was a combined meeting with relief society and priesthood and the topic of the lessons was chastity. Which is a good topic considering the day and age of where we are at as singles. But, the way it was presented was not good at all. The lesson quickly became awkward for all present and then went downhill from there with continued awkwardness.

After talking to people in my ward after the lesson was given I found that most of us felt the same way. We all felt a little embarrassed and weirded out. We were all talking and agreed that at our age we already know most of the facts of the basics. We have been taught throughout our lives what to do and what not to do. We know the basics already. Now we want to know the why behind the basics. We want to know why it matters and what it means for us to follow the principals and teachings that we have grown up with. We want to get into the gospel at a deeper level and learn more from the scriptures and the prophets of old and new. We want the bigger picture and are ready to learn and grow in new ways.

After talking about this for awhile, my friend brought up a talk that had been sent to her to read. She said it was about chastity and it explained things in a way that she had never thought about before. She then forwarded me the link and after reading it and felt more inspired to do right and to live right then I had in awhile. The talk is by Jeffery R. Holland and was given years ago at a BYU conference, but still holds true today. In it he explains the why behind the law of chastity and what it truly means to us. It in no way made me fell awkward, but instead made me feel uplifted and more valuable then I thought I was. I have always been taught that those type of relationships are something you should wait for for marriage and I have always believed it to be true and have tried to live my life accordingly. But now I know it is something worth waiting for and something that I will always strive to live for. I will gladly wait forever if this is the type of relationship that I can have one day. Here is the talk and I hope you enjoy it and learn from it something new.

Of Souls, Symbols, and Sacraments

by Jeffrey R. Holland

Jeffrey R. Holland was president of Brigham Young University when this devotional address was delivered on 12 January 1988 in the Marriott Center.

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This responsibility to speak to you never gets any easier for me. I think it gets more difficult as the years go by. I grow a little older, the world and its litany of problems get a little more complex, and your hopes and dreams become evermore important to me the longer I am at BYU. Indeed, your growth and happiness and development in the life you are now living and in the life you will be living in the days and decades ahead are the central and most compelling motivation in my daily professional life. I care very much about you now and forever. Everything I know to do at BYU is being done with an eye toward who and what you are, and who and what you can become. The future of this world's history will be quite fully in your hands very soon--at least your portion of it will be--and an education at an institution sponsored and guided by The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints is the greatest academic advantage I can imagine in preparation for such a serious and significant responsibility.

But that future, at least any qualitative aspect of it, must be vigorously fought for. It won't "just happen" to your advantage. Someone said once that the future is waiting to be seized, and if we do not grasp it firmly, then other hands, more determined and bloody than our own, will wrench it from us and follow a different course.

It is with an eye to that future--your future--and an awareness of this immense sense of responsibility I feel for you, that I approach this annual midyear devotional message. I always need the help and sustaining Spirit of the Lord to succeed at such times, but I especially feel the need for that spiritual help today.

Human Intimacy

My topic is that of human intimacy, a topic as sacred as any I know and more sacred than anything I have ever addressed from this podium. If I am not careful and you are not supportive, this subject can slide quickly from the sacred into the merely sensational, and I would be devastated if that happened. It would be better not to address the topic at all than to damage it with casualness or carelessness. Indeed, it is against such casualness and carelessness that I wish to speak. So I ask for your faith and your prayers and your respect.

You may feel this is a topic you hear addressed too frequently at this time in your life, but given the world in which we live, you may not be hearing it enough. All of the prophets, past and present, have spoken on it, and President Benson himself addressed this very subject in his annual message to this student body last fall.

I am thrilled that most of you are doing wonderfully well in the matter of personal purity. There isn't as worthy and faithful a group of university students anywhere else on the face of the earth. You are an inspiration to me. I acknowledge your devotion to the gospel and applaud it. Like Jacob of old, I would prefer for the sake of the innocent not to need to discuss such topics. But a few of you are not doing so well, and much of the world around us is not doing well at all.

The national press recently noted,

In America 3,000 adolescents become pregnant each day. A million a year. Four out of five are unmarried. More than half get abortions. "Babies having babies."[Babies] killing [babies]. ["What's Gone Wrong with Teen Sex," People,13 April 1987, p. 111]

That same national poll indicated nearly 60 percent of high school students in "mainstream" America had lost their virginity, and 80 percent of college students had. The Wall Street Journal (hardly in a class with the National Enquirer) recently wrote,

AIDS [appears to be reaching] plague[like] proportions. Even now it is claiming innocent victims: newborn babies and recipients of blood transfusions. It is only a matter of time before it becomes widespread among heterosexuals. . . .

AIDS should remind us that ours is a hostile world. . . . The more we pass ourselves around, the larger the likelihood of our picking something up. . . .

Whether on clinical or moral grounds, it seems clear that promiscuity has its price.
[Wall Street Journal, 21 May 1987, p. 28]

Of course, more widespread in our society than the indulgence of personal sexual activity are the printed and photographed descriptions of those who do. Of that lustful environment a contemporary observer says,

We live in an age in which voyeurism is no longer the side line of the solitary deviate, but rather a national pastime, fully institutionalized and [circularized] in the mass media. [William F. May, quoted by Henry Fairlie, The Seven Deadly Sins Today (Notre Dame: University of Notre Dame Press, 1978), p. 178]

In fact, the rise of civilization seems, ironically enough, to have made actual or fantasized promiscuity a greater, not a lesser, problem. Edward Gibbon, the distinguished British historian of the eighteenth century who wrote one of the most intimidating works of history in our language (The Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire), said simply,

Although the progress of civilisation has undoubtedly contributed to assuage the fiercer passions of human nature, it seems to have been less favourable to the virtue of chastity. . . . The refinements of life [seem to] corrupt, [even as] they polish the [relationship] of the sexes. [Edward Gibbon, The Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire, vol. 40 of Great Books of the Western World, 1952, p. 92]

I do not wish us to spend this hour documenting social problems nor wringing our hands over the dangers that such outside influences may hold for us. As serious as such contemporary realities are, I wish to discuss this topic in quite a different way, discuss it specifically for Latter-day Saints--primarily young, unmarried Latter-day Saints, even those attending Brigham Young University. So I conspicuously set aside the horrors of AIDS and national statistics on illegitimate pregnancies and speak rather to a gospel-based view of personal purity.

Indeed, I wish to do something even a bit more difficult than listing the do's and don'ts of personal purity. I wish to speak, to the best of my ability, on why we should be clean, on why moral discipline is such a significant matter in God's eyes. I know that may sound presumptuous, but a philosopher once said, tell me sufficiently why a thing should be done, and I will move heaven and earth to do it. Hoping you will feel the same way as he and fully recognizing my limitations, I wish to try to give at least a partial answer to "Why be morally clean?" I will need first to pose briefly what I see as the doctrinal seriousness of the matter before then offering just three reasons for such seriousness.

The Significance and Sanctity

May I begin with half of a nine-line poem by Robert Frost. (The other half is worth a sermon also, but it will have to wait for another day.) Here are the first four lines of Frost's "Fire and Ice."

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.


A second, less poetic but more specific opinion is offered by the writer of Proverbs:

Can a man take fire in his bosom, and his clothes not be burned?

Can one go upon hot coals, and his feet not be burned? . . .

But whoso committeth adultery with a woman lacketh understanding: he that doeth it destroyeth his own soul.

A wound and dishonour shall he get; and his reproach shall not be wiped away.
[Proverbs 6:27-33]

In getting at the doctrinal seriousness, why is this matter of sexual relationships so severe that fire is almost always the metaphor, with passion pictured vividly in flames? What is there in the potentially hurtful heat of this that leaves one's soul--or perhaps the whole world, according to Frost--destroyed, if that flame is left unchecked and those passions unrestrained? What is there in all of this that prompts Alma to warn his son Corianton that sexual transgression is "an abomination in the sight of the Lord; yea, most abominable above all sins save it be the shedding of innocent blood or denying the Holy Ghost" (Alma 39:5; emphasis added)?

Setting aside sins against the Holy Ghost for a moment as a special category unto themselves, it is LDS doctrine that sexual transgression is second only to murder in the Lord's list of life's most serious sins. By assigning such rank to a physical appetite so conspicuously evident in all of us, what is God trying to tell us about its place in his plan for all men and women in mortality? I submit to you he is doing precisely that--commenting about the very plan of life itself. Clearly God's greatest concerns regarding mortality are how one gets into this world and how one gets out of it. These two most important issues in our very personal and carefully supervised progress are the two issues that he as our Creator and Father and Guide wishes most to reserve to himself. These are the two matters that he has repeatedly told us he wants us never to take illegally, illicitly, unfaithfully, without sanction.

As for the taking of life, we are generally quite responsible. Most people, it seems to me, readily sense the sanctity of life and as a rule do not run up to friends, put a loaded revolver to their heads, and cavalierly pull the trigger. Furthermore, when there is a click of the hammer rather than an explosion of lead, and a possible tragedy seems to have been averted, no one in such a circumstance would be so stupid as to sigh, "Oh, good. I didn't go all the way."

No, "all the way" or not, the insanity of such action with fatal powder and steel is obvious on the face of it. Such a person running about this campus with an arsenal of loaded handguns or military weaponry aimed at fellow students would be apprehended, prosecuted, and institutionalized if in fact such a lunatic would not himself have been killed in all the pandemonium. After such a fictitious moment of horror on this campus (and you are too young to remember my college years when the sniper wasn't fictitious, killing twelve of his fellow students at the University of Texas), we would undoubtedly sit in our dorms or classrooms with terror on our minds for many months to come, wondering how such a thing could possibly happen--especially here at BYU.

No, fortunately, in the case of how life is taken, I think we seem to be quite responsible. The seriousness of that does not often have to be spelled out, and not many sermons need to be devoted to it.

But in the significance and sanctity of giving life, some of us are not so responsible, and in the larger world swirling around us we find near criminal irresponsibility. What would in the case of taking life bring absolute horror and demand grim justice, in the case of giving life brings dirty jokes and four-letter lyrics and crass carnality on the silver screen, home-owned or downtown.

Is such moral turpitude so wrong? That question has always been asked, usually by the guilty. "Such is the way of an adulterous woman; she eateth, and wipeth her mouth, and saith, I have done no wickedness" (Proverbs 30:20). No murder here. Well, maybe not. But sexual transgression? "He that doeth it destroyeth his own soul." Sounds near fatal to me.

So much for the doctrinal seriousness. Now, with a desire to prevent such painful moments, to avoid what Alma called the "inexpressible horror" of standing in the presence of God unworthily, and to permit the intimacy it is your right and privilege and delight to enjoy in marriage to be untainted by such crushing remorse and guilt--I wish to give those three reasons I mentioned earlier as to why I believe this is an issue of such magnitude and consequence.

The Doctrine of the Soul

First, we simply must understand the revealed, restored Latter-day Saint doctrine of the soul, and the high and inextricable part the body plays in that doctrine. One of the "plain and precious" truths restored to this dispensation is that "the spirit and the body are the soul of man" (D&C88:15; emphasis added) and that when the spirit and body are separated, men and women "cannot receive a fulness of joy" (D&C93:34). Certainly that suggests something of the reason why obtaining a body is so fundamentally important to the plan of salvation in the first place, why sin of any kind is such a serious matter (namely because its automatic consequence is death, the separation of the spirit from the body and the separation of the spirit and the body from God), and why the resurrection of the body is so central to the great abiding and eternal triumph of Christ's atonement. We do not have to be a herd of demonically possessed swine charging down the Gadarene slopes toward the sea to understand that a body is the great prize of mortal life, and that even a pig's will do for those frenzied spirits that rebelled, and to this day remain dispossessed, in their first, unembodied estate.

May I quote a 1913 sermon by Elder James E. Talmage on this doctrinal point:

We have been taught . . . to look upon these bodies of ours as gifts from God. We Latter-day Saints do not regard the body as something to be condemned, something to be abhorred. . . . We regard [the body] as the sign of our royal birthright. . . . We recognize . . . that those who kept not their first estate . . . were denied that inestimable blessing. . . . We believe that these bodies . . . may be made, in very truth, the temple of the Holy Ghost. . . .

It is peculiar to the theology of the Latter-day Saints that we regard the body as an essential part of the soul. Read your dictionaries, the lexicons, and encyclopedias, and you will find that nowhere [in Christianity], outside of the Church of Jesus Christ, is the solemn and eternal truth taught that the soul of man is the body and the spirit combined.
[CR, October 1913, p. 117]

So partly in answer to why such seriousness, we answer that one toying with the God-given--and satanically coveted--body of another, toys with the very soul of that individual, toys with the central purpose and product of life, "the very key" to life, as Elder Boyd K. Packer once called it. In trivializing the soul of another (please include the word body there), we trivialize the Atonement that saved that soul and guaranteed its continued existence. And when one toys with the Son of Righteousness, the Day Star himself, one toys with white heat and a flame hotter and holier than the noonday sun. You cannot do so and not be burned. You cannot with impunity "crucify Christ afresh" (see Hebrews 6:6). Exploitation of the body (please include the word soul there) is, in the last analysis, an exploitation of him who is the Light and the Life of the world. Perhaps here Paul's warning to the Corinthians takes on newer, higher meaning:

Now the body is not for fornication, but for the Lord; and the Lord for the body. . . .

Know ye not that your bodies are the members of Christ? shall I then take the members of Christ, and make them the members of an harlot? God forbid. . . .

Flee fornication. . . . He that committeth fornication sinneth against his own body. . . .

. . . Know ye not that your body is the temple of the Holy Ghost which is in you, which ye have of God, and
ye are not your own?

For ye are bought with a price: therefore glorify God in your body, and in your spirit, which are God's. [1 Corinthians 6:13-20; emphasis added]

Our soul is what's at stake here--our spirit and our body. Paul understood that doctrine of the soul every bit as well as James E. Talmage did, because it is gospel truth. The purchase price for our fullness of joy--body and spirit eternally united--is the pure and innocent blood of the Savior of this world. We cannot then say in ignorance or defiance, "Well, it's my life," or worse yet, "It's my body." It is not. "Ye are not your own," Paul said. "Ye are bought with a price." So in answer to the question, "Why does God care so much about sexual transgression?" it is partly because of the precious gift offered by and through his Only Begotten Son to redeem the souls--bodies and spirits--we too often share and abuse in cheap and tawdry ways. Christ restored the very seeds of eternal lives (see D&C132:19, 24), and we desecrate them at our peril. The first key reason for personal purity? Our very souls are involved and at stake.

A Symbol of Total Union

Second, may I suggest that human intimacy, that sacred, physical union ordained of God for a married couple, deals with a symbol that demands special sanctity. Such an act of love between a man and a woman is--or certainly was ordained to be--a symbol of total union: union of their hearts, their hopes, their lives, their love, their family, their future, their everything. It is a symbol that we try to suggest in the temple with a word like seal. The Prophet Joseph Smith once said we perhaps ought to render such a sacred bond as "welding"--that those united in matrimony and eternal families are "welded" together, inseparable if you will, to withstand the temptations of the adversary and the afflictions of mortality. (See D&C 128:18.)

But such a total, virtually unbreakable union, such an unyielding commitment between a man and a woman, can only come with the proximity and permanence afforded in a marriage covenant, with the union of all that they possess--their very hearts and minds, all their days and all their dreams. They work together, they cry together, they enjoy Brahms and Beethoven and breakfast together, they sacrifice and save and live together for all the abundance that such a totally intimate life provides such a couple. And the external symbol of that union, the physical manifestation of what is a far deeper spiritual and metaphysical bonding, is the physical blending that is part of--indeed, a most beautiful and gratifying expression of--that larger, more complete union of eternal purpose and promise.

As delicate as it is to mention in such a setting, I nevertheless trust your maturity to understand that physiologically we are created as men and women to fit together in such a union. In this ultimate physical expression of one man and one woman they are as nearly and as literally "one" as two separate physical bodies can ever be. It is in that act of ultimate physical intimacy we most nearly fulfill the commandment of the Lord given to Adam and Eve, living symbols for all married couples, when he invited them to cleave unto one another only, and thus become "one flesh" (Genesis 2:24).

Obviously, such a commandment to these two, the first husband and wife of the human family, has unlimited implications--social, cultural, and religious as well as physical--but that is exactly my point. As all couples come to that moment of bonding in mortality, it is to be just such a complete union. That commandment cannot be fulfilled, and that symbolism of "one flesh" cannot be preserved, if we hastily and guiltily and surreptitiously share intimacy in a darkened corner of a darkened hour, then just as hastily and guiltily and surreptitiously retreat to our separate worlds--not to eat or live or cry or laugh together, not to do the laundry and the dishes and the homework, not to manage a budget and pay the bills and tend the children and plan together for the future. No, we cannot do that until we are truly one--united, bound, linked, tied, welded, sealed, married.

Can you see then the moral schizophrenia that comes from pretending we are one, sharing the physical symbols and physical intimacy of our union, but then fleeing, retreating, severing all such other aspects--and symbols--of what was meant to be a total obligation, only to unite again furtively some other night or, worse yet, furtively unite (and you can tell how cynically I use that word) with some other partner who is no more bound to us, no more one with us than the last was or than the one that will come next week or next month or next year or anytime before the binding commitments of marriage?

You must wait--you must wait until you can give everything, and you cannot give everything until you are at least legally and, for Latter-day Saint purposes, eternally pronounced as one. To give illicitly that which is not yours to give (remember--"you are not your own") and to give only part of that which cannot be followed with the gift of your whole heart and your whole life and your whole self is its own form of emotional Russian roulette. If you persist in sharing part without the whole, in pursuing satisfaction devoid of symbolism, in giving parts and pieces and inflamed fragments only, you run the terrible risk of such spiritual, psychic damage that you may undermine both your physical intimacy and your wholehearted devotion to a truer, later love. You may come to that moment of real love, of total union, only to discover to your horror that what you should have saved has been spent, and--mark my words--only God's grace can recover that piecemeal dissipation of your virtue.

A good Latter-day Saint friend, Dr. Victor L. Brown, Jr., has written of this issue:

Fragmentation enables its users to counterfeit intimacy. . . .

If we relate to each other in fragments, at best we miss full relationships. At worst, we manipulate and exploit others for our gratification. Sexual fragmentation can be particularly harmful because it gives powerful physiological rewards which, though illusory, can temporarily persuade us to overlook the serious deficits in the overall relationship. Two people may marry for physical gratification and then discover that the illusion of union collapses under the weight of intellectual, social, and spiritual incompatibilities. . . .

Sexual fragmentation is particularly harmful because it is particularly deceptive. The intense human intimacy that should be enjoyed in and symbolized by sexual union is counterfeited by sensual episodes which suggest--but cannot deliver--acceptance, understanding, and love. Such encounters mistake the end for the means as lonely, desperate people seek a common denominator which will permit the easiest, quickest gratification.
[Victor L. Brown, Jr., Human Intimacy: Illusion and Reality (Salt Lake City, Utah: Parliament Publishers, 1981), pp. 5-6]

Listen to a far more biting observation by a non-Latter-day Saint regarding such acts devoid of both the soul and symbolism we have been discussing. He writes:

Our sexuality has been animalized, stripped of the intricacy of feeling with which human beings have endowed it, leaving us to contemplate only the act, and to fear our impotence in it. It is this animalization from which the sexual manuals cannot escape, even when they try to do so, because they are reflections of it. They might [as well] be textbooks for veterinarians. [Fairlie, Seven Deadly Sins, p. 182]

In this matter of counterfeit intimacy and deceptive gratification, I express particular caution to the men who hear this message. I have heard all my life that it is the young woman who has to assume the responsibility for controlling the limits of intimacy in courtship because a young man cannot. What an unacceptable response to such a serious issue! What kind of man is he, what priesthood or power or strength or self-control does this man have that lets him develop in society, grow to the age of mature accountability, perhaps even pursue a university education and prepare to affect the future of colleagues and kingdoms and the course of the world, but yet does not have the mental capacity or the moral will to say, "I will not do that thing"? No, this sorry drugstore psychology would have us say, "He just can't help himself. His glands have complete control over his life--his mind, his will, his entire future."

To say that a young woman in such a relationship has to bear her responsibility and that of the young man's too is the least fair assertion I can imagine. In most instances if there is sexual transgression, I lay the burden squarely on the shoulders of the young man--for our purposes probably a priesthood bearer--and that's where I believe God intended responsibility to be. In saying that I do not excuse young women who exercise no restraint and have not the character or conviction to demand intimacy only in its rightful role. I have had enough experience in Church callings to know that women as well as men can be predatory. But I refuse to buy some young man's feigned innocence who wants to sin and call it psychology.

Indeed, most tragically, it is the young woman who is most often the victim, it is the young woman who most often suffers the greater pain, it is the young woman who most often feels used and abused and terribly unclean. And for that imposed uncleanliness a man will pay, as surely as the sun sets and rivers run to the sea.

Note the prophet Jacob's straightforward language on this account in the Book of Mormon. After a bold confrontation on the subject of sexual transgression among the Nephites, he quotes Jehovah:

For behold, I, the Lord, have seen the sorrow, and heard the mourning of the daughters of my people in the land. . . .

And I will not suffer, saith the Lord of Hosts, that the cries of the fair
daughters of this people . . . shall come up unto me against the men of my people, saith the Lord of Hosts.

For they shall not lead away captive the
daughters of my people because of their tenderness, save I shall visit them with a sore curse, even unto destruction. [Jacob 2:31-33; emphasis added]

Don't be deceived and don't be destroyed. Unless such fire is controlled, your clothes and your future will be burned. And your world, short of painful and perfect repentance, will go up in flames. I give that to you on good word--I give it to you on God's word.

A HOLY SACRAMENT

That leads me to my last reason, a third effort to say why. After soul and symbol, the word is sacrament, a term closely related to the other two. Sexual intimacy is not only a symbolic union between a man and a woman--the uniting of their very souls--but it is also symbolic of a union between mortals and deity, between otherwise ordinary and fallible humans uniting for a rare and special moment with God himself and all the powers by which he gives life in this wide universe of ours.

In this latter sense, human intimacy is a sacrament, a very special kind of symbol. For our purpose here today, a sacrament could be any one of a number of gestures or acts or ordinances that unite us with God and his limitless powers. We are imperfect and mortal; he is perfect and immortal. But from time to time--indeed, as often as is possible and appropriate--we find ways and go to places and create circumstances where we can unite symbolically with him, and in so doing gain access to his power. Those special moments of union with God are sacramental moments--such as kneeling at a marriage altar, or blessing a newborn baby, or partaking of the emblems of the Lord's supper. This latter ordinance is the one we in the Church have come to associate most traditionally with the word sacrament, though it is technically only one of many such moments when we formally take the hand of God and feel his divine power.

These are moments when we quite literally unite our will with God's will, our spirit with his spirit, where communion through the veil becomes very real. At such moments we not only acknowledge his divinity, but we quite literally take something of that divinity to ourselves. Such are the holy sacraments.

Now, once again, I know of no one who would, for example, rush into the middle of a sacramental service, grab the linen from the tables, throw the bread the full length of the room, tip the water trays onto the floor, and laughingly retreat from the building to await an opportunity to do the same thing at another worship service the next Sunday. No one within the sound of my voice would do that during one of the truly sacred moments of our religious worship. Nor would anyone here violate any of the other sacramental moments in our lives, those times when we consciously claim God's power and by invitation stand with him in privilege and principality.

But I wish to stress with you this morning, as my third of three reasons to be clean, that sexual union is also, in its own profound way, a very real sacrament of the highest order, a union not only of a man and a woman but very much the union of that man and woman with God. Indeed, if our definition of sacrament is that act of claiming and sharing and exercising God's own inestimable power, then I know of virtually no other divine privilege so routinely given to us all--women or men, ordained or unordained, Latter-day Saint or non-Latter-day Saint--than the miraculous and majestic power of transmitting life, the unspeakable, unfathomable, unbroken power of procreation. There are those special moments in your lives when the other, more formal ordinances of the gospel--the sacraments, if you will--allow you to feel the grace and grandeur of God's power. Many are one-time experiences (such as our own confirmation or our own marriage), and some are repeatable (such as administering to the sick or doing ordinance work for others in the temple). But I know of nothing so earth-shatteringly powerful and yet so universally and unstintingly given to us as the God-given power available in every one of us from our early teen years on to create a human body, that wonder of all wonders, a genetically and spiritually unique being never seen before in the history of the world and never to be duplicated again in all the ages of eternity--a child, your child--with eyes and ears and fingers and toes and a future of unspeakable grandeur.

Imagine that, if you will. Veritable teenagers--and all of us for many decades thereafter--carrying daily, hourly, minute-to-minute, virtually every waking and sleeping moment of our lives, the power and the chemistry and the eternally transmitted seeds of life to grant someone else her second estate, someone else his next level of development in the divine plan of salvation. I submit to you that no power, priesthood or otherwise, is given by God so universally to so many with virtually no control over its use except self-control. And I submit to you that you will never be more like God at any other time in this life than when you are expressing that particular power. Of all the titles he has chosen for himself, Father is the one he declares, and Creation is his watchword--especially human creation, creation in his image. His glory isn't a mountain, as stunning as mountains are. It isn't in sea or sky or snow or sunrise, as beautiful as they all are. It isn't in art or technology, be that a concerto or computer. No, his glory--and his grief--is in his children. You and I, we are his prized possessions, and we are the earthly evidence, however inadequate, of what he truly is. Human life--that is the greatest of God's powers, the most mysterious and magnificent chemistry of it all--and you and I have been given it, but under the most serious and sacred of restrictions. You and I who can make neither mountain nor moonlight, not one raindrop nor a single rose--yet we have this greater gift in an absolutely unlimited way. And the only control placed on us is self-control--self-control born of respect for the divine sacramental power it is.

Surely God's trust in us to respect this future-forming gift is awesomely staggering. We who may not be able to repair a bicycle nor assemble an average jigsaw puzzle--yet with all our weaknesses and imperfections, we carry this procreative power that makes us very much like God in at least one grand and majestic way.

A SERIOUS MATTER

Souls. Symbols. Sacraments. Does any of this help you understand why human intimacy is such a serious matter? Why it is so right and rewarding and stunningly beautiful when it is within marriage and approved of God (not just "good" but "very good," he declared to Adam and Eve), and so blasphemously wrong--like unto murder--when it is outside such a covenant? It is my understanding that we park and pet and sleep over and sleep with at the peril of our very lives. Our penalty may not come on the precise day of our transgression, but it comes surely and certainly enough, and were it not for a merciful God and the treasured privilege of personal repentance, far too many would even now be feeling that hellish pain, which (like the passion we have been discussing) is also always described in the metaphor of fire. Someday, somewhere, sometime the morally unclean will, until they repent, pray like the rich man, wishing Lazarus to "dip . . . his finger in water, and cool my tongue; for I am tormented in this flame" (Luke 16:24).

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.


In closing, consider this from two students of civilization's long, instructive story:

No one man [or woman], however brilliant or well-informed, can come in one lifetime to such fullness of understanding as to safely judge and dismiss the customs or institutions of his society, for these are the wisdom of generations after centuries of experiment in the laboratory of history. A youth boiling with hormones will wonder why he should not give full freedom to his sexual desires; and if he is unchecked by custom, morals, or laws, he may ruin his life [or hers] before he matures sufficiently to understand that sex is a river of fire that must be banked and cooled by a hundred restraints if it is not to consume in chaos both the individual and the group. [Will and Ariel Durant, The Lessons of History (New York: Simon and Schuster, 1968), pp. 35-36]

Or, in the more ecclesiastical words of James E. Talmage:

It has been declared in the solemn word of revelation, that the spirit and the body constitute the soul of man; and, therefore, we should look upon this body as something that shall endure in the resurrected state, beyond the grave, something to be kept pure and holy. Be not afraid of soiling its hands; be not afraid of scars that may come to it if won in earnest effort, or [won] in honest fight, but beware of scars that disfigure, that have come to you in places where you ought not have gone, that have befallen you in unworthy undertakings [pursued where you ought not have been]; beware of the wounds of battles in which you have been fighting on the wrong side. [Talmage, CR, October 1913, p. 117]

I love you for wanting to be on the right side of the gospel of Jesus Christ. I express my pride in and appreciation for your faithfulness. As I said earlier, you are an absolute inspiration to me. I consider it the greatest of all professional privileges to be associated with you at this university at a time in your lives when you are finalizing what you believe and forging what your future will be.

If some few of you are feeling the "scars . . . that have come to you in places where you ought not have gone," I wish to extend to you the special peace and promise available through the atoning sacrifice of the Lord Jesus Christ. I testify of his love and of the restored gospel principles and ordinances which make that love available to us with all their cleansing and healing power. I testify of the power of these principles and ordinances, including complete and redeeming repentance, which are only fully realized in this the true and living church of the true and living God. That we may "come unto Christ" for the fullness of soul and symbol and sacrament he offers us, I pray in the name of Jesus Christ. Amen.