There’s a tie between the burning ghettos and the “Support of Marriage” legislation

May 2, 2015
I’m primarily a historical fiction novelist. Naturally, it takes hundreds of hours of research to write convincingly about a time and culture I have never experienced, so when I undertook to write a novel set in pre-Civil War South Carolina, I had a long way to go before I understood the characters and their motives, heartaches and dreams, that would people my story.
I researched “That Thy Days May Be Long” over a period of five years, reading every slave narrative, race-related, Southern culture, civil rights book and even relevant novels that seemed honest and credible (and a few that didn’t seem honest or credible).During that research time, we moved to Oklahoma and have experienced southern culture more firsthand. (Oklahoma’s not the deep south, but it has strong southern influences). I’ve traveled in the deep south and tasted their current culture.

New York City

I glimpse the whole panorama  of why the descendants of slaves are burning down cities and destroying their own neighborhoods.
I’m not justifying it. Not by a long shot. It’s an abomination. But it’s exactly what we should expect and it’s going to get worse. . .far worse, before it gets better, unless we turn the trend.
Here’s why.
One of the most common methods for Slave owners to prevent uprisings of the oppressed was to continually sever family relationships. Husbands and wives were sold apart, children were torn from their parents, sold into distant and unknown parts. It was absolutely common for white masters to father children on their female slaves and when money got tight, sell off their own children. Black children of white masters were never acknowledged as such, but retained the enslaved status of the mother.
Legally, “condition followed the mother.” If the mother was free, her child was free. If the mother was a slave, her child was the property of her owner and therefore could be sold like merchandise. (This was even true if the father of the child was a free black man. (FMC or :”free man of color” was the official title). If his wife was enslaved, their child was the property of the wife’s master.)

Masters also seemed to universally prevent their slaves from practicing any religion. No ministers were allowed to speak to a black congregation unless they were hired and monitored by the master. The records I’ve read imply that the universal sermon’s theme was obedience to masters, patience and gratitude.

The cruelty displayed by masters toward their slaves is almost unbelievable. Yet narrative after narrative documented the vilest of behaviors. Treatment designed to dehumanize and to destroy any spark of hope in their slaves was commonplace, a method of controlling their workers.
The last thing masters wanted their slaves to believe was that they had personal responsibility for their own lives. They were trying to create helpless, hopeless, incapacitated, unthinking laborers.

It was illegal to teach a slave to read. A slave who could read could also write and a slave who could write could create manumission papers.

The Bible said whatever the master or his minister said it said. It seems to have been common that masters told their slaves that Jesus wanted them to submit willingly and cheerfully to their masters.

This may seem like old news, but it’s relevant to modern culture.  As horrible as those practices were, think of the effect on the children. Children grew up with little memory of their parents: a thing, without ties, without loyalty, without tradition. They were trained like puppies to perform certain tasks with no hope for personal gain. If they developed a loving relationship, the chances were high that it would be destroyed.

Generation after generation were deliberately isolated.

Then they were freed.
They had no family pride, no family tradition, no family expectations, no family responsibilities. Thousands upon thousands of people were sent into a hostile, broken country to land where they may, like flotsam and jetsam, cast up by the tide.

They had no skills but those for which they were trained. They had no family skills. They had no experience in lasting interpersonal relationships.  Illiterate, uneducated and penniless, they huddled together and did the best they could.
Before long some turned to crime to get money more easily. Why not? Nobody that they cared about had ever told them that it was wrong. Was it wrong?  After being forced to work a lifetime without pay, is it wrong to take something from someone else without paying? Aren’t they moral equivalents? If I were in that situation, I think I could justify it. They had no true religion, and even felt hostile to the perception inculcated by their masters, that “God made them slaves because he wanted them to be slaves.” The majority had no moral teaching that resonated with their circumstances. The fact that the divine spark survived in any of them is a miracle.

That generation raised another generation and then another and another.

But the family model had already been successfully obliterated. There was nothing left to build on.

White society was also seriously damaged. What effect would it have on a marriage when a wife sees little black children scurrying around slave row that look like her husband? Every young slave girl was a threat to the master’s wife and many accounts report husbands exploiting the rivalry their wives felt to excuse selling their black children.
Young white children were trained to be selfish, cruel, and oppressive to their black counterparts. It seemed to be their way of learning to be ‘masters.’

When the family is destroyed, society is destroyed. The culture of slavery damaged families so deeply that as a society, America has never recovered.

Now the impoverished blacks are protesting. They don’t even know what they’re protesting. “It’s not fair. . .that we have nothing and other people have a lot.” They believe it, too. They’ve never been shown the link between work or study or effort and comfort, plenty and fulfillment. They feel the injustice but have no ability see that the root of their own circumstances is at least in some degree, in their own choices. For many, (dare I say ‘majority’?) the opportunities they do have are obscured by cultural traditions of what it means to be ‘black’.

They grow up with little parental involvement, little sense of community, without role models, with a stigma on education, all inherited from many generations since enslavement.
In the meantime, their white counterparts are also descended from those white masters who set such horrible examples for their children.

Now, there is legislation being debated that seeks to  further destroy the traditional fabric of the family, saying that dads or moms are disposable. Marriage has become optional, divorce is rampant.
Each generation has weaker ties to family-fostered religion, morals, tradition, and achievement.
If “the hand that rocks the cradle, rules the world,” who rules the world if nobody rocks the cradle?
Survival instinct rules.
Like a dog growls when his food bowl is threatened, children who have no sense of belonging, no strong family ties, no hope of progress because they perceive no path to anything better, respond by burning and pillaging and why not?

If American’s were wise, we’d be doing EVERYTHING in our power to rebuild the American family. We’d be teaching parenting and homemaking arts in the schools. We’d be teaching that having sex outside of marriage is evil. We would return the shame to unwed parenthood. We’d return  control of education to as close to home as we could get it. We would reward and honor education and educators.  We’d punish more effectively those that harm our culture and destroy families with drugs, alcohol, pornography and violence. We’d support and encourage religious involvement and volunteerism by tying government benefits to good behaviors. We’d teach the meaning and value of integrity in homes and schools and churches. We’d empower people in poverty by limiting government subsidies and tying them directly to job preparation and training. We’d stop rewarding unwed mothers with a welfare pay raise for each child.

God said to Adam, “By the sweat of thy face thou shalt earn thy bread, all the days of thy life.” It wasn’t a curse, it was instruction. We need to re-enthrone work as a principle of honor.
The worst possible thing for this nation is to further weaken the traditional family.
Children need a father in the home to work and support the family. He teaches self-respect and self-reliance and self sacrifice. He protects his family by setting limits and enforcing expectations.
Children need a mother in the home to nurture, teach and train them.They need quantity time from their mothers to develop self-worth. Two parents work together to teach a child his infinite worth and infinite potential. From parents, a child learns to sacrifice for those they love.
Take away those influences and you have a hopeless animal: a detached wraith who burns and pillages, and screams the woes he doesn’t understand to a curious camera.

We must strengthen the American families if we are to heal American cities. If there is any light at the end of this American journey, it is in turning back to fostering and encouraging strong supportive families.
 Until then, the cities will burn and the violence will increase and poverty and hopelessness will abound.  

Evolution of a book cover.

April 30, 2015
The proof is in! We do judge books by their covers. Not big news? Maybe not, but sometimes, those of us who try not to let the mundane, mortal and frivolous dictate our choices, it takes some convincing.
You’ll notice that “The Angel’s Song” ad that always appears at the top of my sidebar has a new, pretty cover. (Ironically, it’s most similar to the original cover designed by Amie Jacobsen when The Angel’s Song was first published in 2002.) But even the first version was designed by Amie to be a hardcover book with gold leaf embossing. When Granite published it in softcover, the fields intended to be gold leaf looked tan instead of gold. (After Amie designed this first cover, she went on to earn a Master’s Degree in Fine Art in Savannah. She was not pleased with the jumbled lettering on the cover and redid it for me for the self-published version.)

Granite went under and I retrieved the rights to publish the book myself.
We changed the background and the title format on the cover, added a couple of chapters and took care of some editing. But in trying to correct the beige spine wrap to look gold, it turned out really orange. I didn’t feel like I could ask Amie to keep editing when she was doing it as a friend. (ie free). The spine wrap didn’t fit the thicker books and spilled too far into the back cover.The lettering did look better on the second version.

It still sold at a pretty steady (albeit slow) rate as people found it on Amazon. Last year’s Mother’s Day promotion sold about 900 copies on Kindle. I was still dissatisfied with the clashing colors and spine issue, so I decided to try my hand in a completely different style. Some of the LDS customers objected that the Christmas ornament in the cover art had wings.(Doesn’t everyone have winged angel’s on their Christmas trees?) Maybe that was causing hesitation for some people?

As you can see, though I have some artistic talent, I’m not destined to design covers, (if I want them to sell.) This is a photograph of the proof I ordered. There are only two in existence. They’ll either be collector’s items or great table trivets.  Part of the problem was that the program I was using converted to Jpeg with such low resolution that it literally looks “sketchy.” You can hardly identify that the hand reaching to her is pierced, though it’s obvious in the original drawing.

So I decided to try the market with an absolutely plain cover. Red background, pale gold title.
It was an effective test.
I almost wish I’d tested the green one with the ghostly hand instead, because not one physical copy sold for 6 months! (Kindle suffered dramatically, too.)
I have my answer! Not even the lowest price possible will entice someone to buy an ugly book.
So after all the musing and manipulating, I have returned to Amie’s original art, and created a cover very close to what I wanted in the first place, sans orange, and with the gold background instead of a wrapped spine that was to imply that it was hardcover. It’s plain, but no worries about spine alignment.

And so we’ll see! We’re doing a FREE Kindle promotion on Mother’s Day weekend this year, and we’ll see if the new cover snags more readers. If you want to check it out, the buttons in the side bar take you to Amazon for either book.
I’d love to use have my next publisher use Amie Jacobsen but I doubt that I’ll have much say in cover design. I’ve learned so much since I had my first book published, I will approach the process in a much more businesslike way. I now have two finished historical fiction novels, (“The Masterpiece is Christian Fiction set in early 1900’s in St. Louis MO, and the second and most recently written book is called “The Pig Wife” set in 1853 California gold rush boom town of Columbia. It’s a fun, romantic, tongue in cheek, and historically correct romp.) My biggest project is in the polishing phase. It’s called “That Thy Days May Be Long”. It’s a pre-civil war story set in Charleston and on a plantation on the Ashley River in South Carolina. It’s about a young woman trying to find her place in the world despite her ambiguous lineage. I spent about 5 years reading every slave narrative, plantation life and race related book/document I could find. We visited the plantations along the Ashley and spent some time with an anthropologist who was working with a team of archaeologists that were excavation the slave row behind Drayton Hall. VERY INTERESTING! Gone with the Wind  was far from the realities of slave relations. I think I have a good insight into the truths of that setting in time and place.  The plot of the novel will be billed as a romance, even though there’s a lot more going on than just the process of falling in love.
I also surprised myself by stepping out of historical fiction and writing a dystopian romance novella called Dexter and Eve. I’m quite tickled by it, though I just scribbled down the rough draft and will finish polishing “That Thy Days May Be Long” before I start working further on it. I dreamed the resolution of the plot and when I woke, felt that it was so powerful and interesting, that I couldn’t lose it. It took three days writing from dawn to dark (and beyond) and I got it all down. Now I’ve gone back and added some scenes here and there and have a few more to add. After such intense research for historical fiction, the futuristic genre is EASY! It’s very romantic, and loaded with interesting religious symbols. It’s currently titled “The Dexter and Eve”. The name “Dexter” was given in the dream and when I looked up the meaning, understood that it was symbolic of the character’s role. Yet I hadn’t know what the name meant before.  A strange and exciting experience!
I’m absolutely NOT going to write another book until I get some of these titles published. I’m publishing in other venues now to establish readership that will be attractive to a good, solid publisher.

I’d be grateful for your response to the cover evolution. What do you think of each version?
Which one would you be most attracted to? (I can take it. Give it to me on the chin.)

The kindle version of Rasmus, Tales of a Utah Cowboy will also be free over Mothers Day weekend, thanks to publisher, Shoppe Foreman. (The publisher designed the cover and I am pleased with it.)
Just between you and me, if you enjoy historical fiction, you’ll love Rasmus.  It’s based on stories Jay Anderson heard at his grandpa Rasmus Anderson’s knee and other people’s journals about cowboying in the Mountains of northern Utah in the late 1800’s. I took those stories and wove them into an overarching plot, being careful not to add anything to the stories that could not have happened. Rasmus Anderson himself never did learn to read or write but he was apparently a fine yarn-spinner!  

Sunday School Answers gone Awry?

April 26, 2015
Be as this little child?

In thousands of Sunday Schools around the world today, instructors will ask a simple question. After reading from Matthew 18:1-6 where he says, “Whosoever therefore shall humble himself as this little child, the same is greatest in the kingdom of heaven,” the teacher asks, “Why should we be like little children?”
Someone will offer the ordinary and I think mostly wrong answer.
Take one minute and write out what the Sunday School answer is, on a separate piece of paper.

Finished? Here’s what you wrote. “Because children are meek and obedient and humble, and submit to their parents the way that we should submit to our Father in Heaven.”

If that’s what you answered, A. You’ve never been a parent, or B. You’re afraid fellow Sunday school students would scorn you if you answered truthfully, or C. Your children all died before they reached the age of two.
If any of these are the reason for your answer, I sincerely offer my condolences. But I’ll hazard a guess that you answered that way because you never really thought very deeply about it, or have never considered the question that Jesus was responding to.

I can prove my point, I think, using examples from my own family.

My sister and I both have exceptionally thick hair, thus proving the point that pulling or shaving stimulates the growth of extra hair follicles. Mary and I used to settle most disagreements by the hair-pulling test. Whichever of us had the most hair-pulling stamina conquered the other.

If we’re to be like little children because of their obedience, why immediately after learning to say Mama and Dada  most babies learn to say ‘no?’

Chris was quiet and shy. . .and a biter in nursery.

If children obey their parents so readily, why were the bedrooms NEVER cleaned first thing on Saturday morning?

Be as the little children? Joseph is annoyed by his twin, Matthew, for trying to get into the
Easter basket.

Easter basket.

Lindsay Stephenson's photo.

My granddaughter, Kate, nicknamed her bald daddy, “Fuzz.” She’s not quite 2 1/2. I ask, “Is that respectful?”(She looks like a “Who from Whoville, doesn’t she?)

You get my point. I’m fairly confident that it is impossible for a child who is not yet of the age of accountability to be possessed by demons. . .but I have certainly seen tantrums that gave me pause.  Indeed, when Jeffrey R. Holland called his children, (or all children?) “bedlamites” I had to respect his honesty.

You parents know I’m right.
So what did Jesus mean?
Remember the question that the Lord is responding to. The disciples wanted to know who was the greatest; who had the highest status. There are several accounts in the New Testament (excepting the book of St. John) where James and John wanted to secure certain honors. (Have you ever noticed that it is only in the book of John that the Apostle John is called “Beloved”? He gave himself the nickname.)
I think the answer to be like a little child is the Savior’s mild way of telling them not to seek for social status.
The universal virtue that young children share is that they are not “respecters of persons.” They don’t have to put another down to make themselves feel good. They express their irritation without subtlety, take a whack at the irritator, receive an answering whack and move on. A minute later the dust has settled and been forgotten.
My grandson Michael is five. (He’s holding up the chocolate rabbit in the photo above.)He was playing with Uncle Brian and Aunt Kelsi’s dog, Koda, recently when a little black boy came over and started to play with them. Koda’s just a pup and was chasing the children and sticks that were thrown by them. Michael’s a friendly little fellow and was so pleased to have a new friend, he encouraged the new boy’s participation in game by saying. “Koda likes two things, chasing sticks and chasing brown boys.”
There aren’t many black families in Provo, Utah. Michael’s natural, childish impulse was to elevate the unique aspect of his friend to the status of being preferred. Children are naturally inclusive, whether his comment sounds like a page out of Uncle Tom’s Cabin or not!

Think about this! If Michael said the same thing while playing on a High School football team, he’d be labeled a racist. . .possibly even disciplined. But in his childish mind, there was absolutely nothing different in observing the tint of the other child’s skin than if he had said “blond boys.”
I have been a nursery worker several times. I love it when one of the little girls wears a new dress or sparkly shoes. The other girls want to touch and admire the lovely item. I’ve never seen any sign of jealousy. I truly think they enjoy the article of clothing on their nurserymate as much as if it was their own.

Seeking status necessarily demeans others. Exercising dominion over others because of some external condition can very quickly lead to unrighteous dominion.
Next time the question is asked, “What did Jesus mean when he said to “be as this little child,” pause before you respond.

“Work and play with others the way that children do, forgive readily, offer praise, be without subtlety, seek no social status or dominion.” Isn’t this closer to what Jesus meant?

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One of the most important things we did right as Parents

April 16, 2015
Do you have any idea how important this is? I doubt it. We did it because we were told we should. It felt right.
As the children got older, we doubled up.
Now we’re reaping the rewards.

Our youngest son is serving as a missionary in the Salt Lake City West mission. He’s our seventh child, seventh missionary.
Thomas was always kinda quiet around home. Ask him a question in Family Home Evening and his favorite answer  was “I have no clue.” I wondered how hard he had to work to be so clueless! (I was his seminary teacher his freshman year and he was never clueless then. He had thoughtful answers and seemed to know things. But NEVER for weeknight scripture reading!)
But from long before he was born, we had been doing some things right.
Last week’s letter:

“Some of our investigators were having some trouble with their kids. They were really worried about them. I was able to testify to them about family prayer because we always had it.

I don’t know why Thomas equates family prayer with keeping kids on the strait and narrow. But we held it. First thing in the morning. Even when the kids were small and Jeff left at 6:00 for his long commute into Simi Valley in Southern California, we’d get the kids up for prayer and then off he’d go. They’d all go back to bed for an hour or so. I’m not sure they were awake enough to know what day it was, but they knew the routine and never complained. It was even harder when seminary started at 5:30 AM and we’d get everyone up for prayers and then everyone but the seminary student and the parent that was driving her would go back to bed.

Then, last thing before the youngest went to bed, we’d hold evening prayer. We’d partner it with reading a few passages from the Scripture. It was nothing fancy, believe me. Sometimes we’d ask a question about what had been read and nobody knew. But the promises that go with having daily family prayer are too good to pass up! So we plugged along.
It wasn’t always reverent.
It wasn’t often reverent.
Sometimes we’d get to laughing about the manifestation of some bodily function and we couldn’t stop laughing until Dad got mad and occasionally stomped off in his righteous irritation. But we plugged along.

By the time Chris, our number 6 child left for school and then on his mission, for the next four years, it was just the three of us. We’d pray twice a day, every day so that meant we’d each have our turn about 5 times a week. It was almost funny.

But now Thomas is “testifying about family prayer.” It’s the advice he’s giving to worried parents for helping them feel closer as a family. He thinks it will protect their children from harm and from temptation.

Now my husband and I pray together every morning and continue with our “couple prayers.” We pray for those children… and their spouses, and our grandchildren. We know that each of them are praying in their own homes. They’re reading scriptures and telling bedtime stories.

Now our nest is nothing but a few downy feathers settling into the dusty bedrooms. And it was worth it. It was worth the forfeit of sleep when I was already sleep-deprived. It was worth the risk of a routine replacing true worship. They were teeny tiny sacrifices compared with the flood of blessings that deluge us as our posterity thrives.

Don’t give up. Establish the pattern. You never know what rust you’re polishing off from the whole armor of God for one of your children. You’ll never know what temptation will assault them but not weaken them.
Feed them hotdogs and mac and cheese every day if you must, but DO NOT SKIP FAMILY PRAYERS!
It’s worth it. I promise!

Why I HATE the movie “Killing Jesus.” Is it a true depiction of Bill O’Reilly’s Book?

April 11, 2015
Why I HATED the Made for TV movie Killing Jesus

None of the images in this blog were taken from the movie Killing Jesus. They all came from the LDS.org Media Library, (did you know you can use them for free?)
First off, if you have read Chocolate Cream Centers, you know that I try to be a faithful disciple of Jesus Christ.  I don’t think I could ever live equal to my testimony of Jesus Christ as my Savior, Lord and King. But I truly try my best. 
But I would probably be a heathen if I believed in a “Jesus” that had no more power than the character portrayed in the recently released,  Killing Jesus. It’s based on Bill O’Reilly’s book by the same title.   
It wasn’t that the acting was not convincing; it was. The character of Jesus was completely believable, completely human. But had I not known that he was the Son of God, the Messiah, the Savior of the World, I never, never, never would have taken the hint from that movie! It wasn’t the actor’s fault. It was utterly the fault of the script and/or directing/producing.
The healing of a child “possessed” was the only miracle depicted and even it was done in such a way that anyone could have gone to the child, comforted him, prayed and had the same result. It hinted that it was a coincidence, the mere result of Jesus being a devout lover of God.
 But Jesus raised three people from the dead! Jesus gave people born blind their sight! He didn’t just comfort the lepers, (as is depicted in the movie. . .an expression of love only, and not of power) he cured them. Healed them in batches of ten at a time by the word of his mouth! Then he sent them to the priest to have their cleanliness verified, (as by Jewish law) so they could re-enter society.
People who had never walked leapt up and followed him. He fed 5000 families (not 5000 people) and then 4000 families with a few loaves and fishes. The winds and the waves obey him!  He walked on water!

What a  milk-toast portrayal  to have John the Baptist teaching him that he was special! And, did Mary (his mother) have no memory of her virgin state when she gave birth? Mary, of all people, knew who he was! Yet that is not shown to be the case in the movie.
It implies that cleansing the temple was what made the Sanhedrin decide they must kill him without ever mentioning raising Lazarus from the dead. It was the raising of Lazarus, who had been dead and buried several days, that demonstrated irrefutably that he had power over life and death and caused the leaders of the Jews to recognize the full threat to their power and authority.John 11:1–44, Lazarus appears from his tomb
Lazarus came out of the tomb after being dead 4 days. Jesus instructed his sisters to “loose him” from his burial clothes.
To make it worse, the Bible says after he had suffered in Gethsemane so that he sweat great drops of blood for us, was crucified for us, and gave his life amidst ultimate suffering: going below all things, below all sorrow, pain, hate, injustice, evil, disappointment, he rose again on the third day. In the movie, it depicts him being tortured and crucified, (the others crucified with him are so far in the distance as not to be noticeable) and then the tomb is empty. They all smile. And when Peter finds his nets bursting with fish, he looks up to heaven and says, “He’s back!” What’s wrong with this picture?
 Crucifixion is a cruel, torturous method of execution, but it was not uncommon. Jesus was not unique in the method of his death. His suffering went far beyond the ordinary because as the Son of God, he had power to descend below all and then to triumph in resurrection.  I give movie makers a pass in that failure. . .how does one depict ultimate and eternal sacrifice of self, the triumph of good over evil as enacted by one Being? I don’t blame them for failing, but I do blame them for not trying to depict something more than an ordinary, (albeit gruesome) execution.
The Bible makes it clear that Mary Magdalene saw Jesus and he spoke to her, when she lingered at the empty tomb. 
But making His resurrection seem like an imagined thing is offensive on every level. He appeared to so many! At first, he told Mary not to touch him, because there was apparently another stage of resurrection that was yet incomplete. But she apparently started to try. Later,  He demonstrated that his resurrected body had tangible material by eating and drinking. He commanded the remaining eleven apostles to “feel the prints of the nails in his hands and to thrust their hands into the wound in his side” where the sword had pierced his dead body. He commented to the Apostle Thomas that he was blessed to have believed after he had seen but went on to add that more blessed were those who had not seen but had still believed.  He wanted to make them absolutely certain by every sense available, to testify that he was the same creature that had been crucified and that his body, though changed in resurrection, was the same body.
 He taught his apostles as he prepared a meal of fish. He gave them further instruction and reminded them of the ministry to which they were called.
Note that the thieves on either side of Jesus are traditionally tied instead of nailed to their crosses. There is no indication in scripture that this would have been the case.
These events were the turning point, the fulcrum by which all mortality for all mankind is levered into heaven. His hands are stretched out still!
                      
 The movie depicts him as a rabble-rousing zealot. Merely a righteous martyr.
I hate this movie! All devout Christians will hate this movie. Not that it matters particularly whether the acting or even the details of the events of Christ’s life, atoning sacrifice, death, resurrection are accurately portrayed, or artistic license is taken, but because it discourages faith. It explains away his divine nature as mere righteousness. By taking away his power in mortality, you take away his power to cleanse us with his blood. The movie reduces him to mere philosopher. People might be his disciples as they might follow Darwin or Newton, or Queen Victoria or any other influential person in history.
With all this said, there were some things I liked about the movie. Though there isn’t any Biblical indication, I liked that Judas had doubts and issues all along. That makes sense to me. The Bible does indicate that he was as he was “from the beginning.”
I also liked depiction of the members of the Sanhedrin. They always pretended to be acting in support of Jewish law and their plotting against him was always done in defense of their tradition. Jesus called them a generation of vipers. Convincing.
The acting was great. The settings were seamless, The three denials of Peter were convincing, if over-emphasized.  The crucifixion seemed to be an accurate portrayal.  
In fairness to Bill O’Reilly, the author of the book Killing Jesus, upon which the movie is based, I haven’t read the book. (I read Killing Lincoln and LOVED it.) I don’t know how the book relates to the movie or if its power was lost in translation. Bill O’Reilly says he dreamed the concept of Killing Jesus and understood it to be the Holy Spirit directing him to use his voice to tell the story. I believe it. I’ve had very similar experiences, and I know that he’s a genuinely righteous man. But I can’t imagine that God wanted him to convey such a weak and watered down version of Jesus Christ, The Only Begotten of the Father, the Messiah! If anyone has read the book and seen the movie, tell me what you think. Or if anyone has opportunity to ask Bill what he feels about the way the movie turned out, will you ask him for me? I’m utterly baffled by it! 

My Rejoicing Song

April 9, 2015
My Rejoicing Song
By Beth M. Stephenson
I sing to Him in Churches
I speak to Him in prayer,
I visit Him in temples
But I meet Him everywhere.

Often in the garden
Where His messenger’s a bee,
Or a blossom or a sprouting seed
Or a fruiting apple tree,

I feel Him in the infant,

Sleeping on my breast
Or the kindness of a neighbor
When I am not my best

I feel His contemplation

Where the ferny streamlets wade
To lick the mossy boulders
In a hidden mountain glade
Do I hear His steady heart beat
That propels the ocean surf
Into the liquid laughter
On the lips of Mother Earth?

I shout in echo canyons
My insufficient song
Reverberating thanks
To Him who does no wrong

I revel in His glory!

He gave His life for me,
And made a Tree of Life

From the Cross of Calvary!

Thoughts on those who shouted their opposition in LDS General Conference

April 6, 2015
Welcome to Chocolate Cream Centers! I’ve been spending too much time wishing and praying for what I want to happen and not enough time reaching out to just do it! NO MORE!
I humbly request all readers of this to help me on my quest by sharing posts you like on social media. Commenting, too, is a double gift!
You see, I have something to say.
I have a testimony to bear.
I feel the sacred charge to be a vessel of our Heavenly Father’s love to all that I have in my reach.
Our Heavenly Father sent his Son to redeem us from our sins and to help us to understand his perfect and complete love. He knows each of us down to the (gray) roots of our hair and the (calloused) soles of our feet.

I’m reflecting today on what motivated some in the General Conference to shout their dissent when asked to show by raising hands whether or not they sustain the President of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, Thomas S. Monson and his counselors and the twelve apostles as prophets, seers and revelators.

 One red rose on a bush of light pink roses. Some folks need to be different, and to stand out. I don’t know why they feel that way, but I can’t deny that they do.

I wonder if they had first listened to the messages that each of those men  delivered during the conference if they would have felt inclined to shout out “opposed!”
I can’t imagine wanting to do such a thing. I feel a thrill of joy in the restored Gospel of Jesus Christ each time I have opportunity to acknowledge and sustain those called to minister to the Church.
I know that the Lord qualifies those he calls. But that doesn’t mean they no longer need the atonement of Christ to purge them of their sins. As I listen to their messages, they seem acutely aware of that need and overflow with love and gratitude to Jesus Christ and our Heavenly Father for the opportunity they (and all mankind) have because of the Savior.

Bleeding hearts all in a row. We all have hidden sorrows and challenges that may not be apparent to others. When we offer mercy to others, we receive a promise to also obtain mercy. 

I read online that the opposition was a planned response. I don’t know whether those involved have once numbered themselves among those who earnestly sustain the leaders of the Church. I don’t know how they have been hurt or disappointed, neglected or disenfranchised. I don’t know anything about them, not even their gender or nationality. But I do know that they are each as beloved and valued children of our Heavenly Father as those men they shouted their opposition toward. The pierced hand of Jesus is stretched out to them as surely as it is to me or anybody else, including the leaders of the Church.

Is the Lord angry with them? Have they locked themselves out of the kingdom of God?
God forbid. He knew their issues long before they made the plan to draw attention to themselves by shouting out in conference. He was not surprised. Elder Uchtdorf didn’t even seem surprised. Opposition is nothing new to the apostles. How many times were Peter, James, John, Paul, Joseph Smith Jeremiah, Nephi, and on and on, abused, beaten or martyred because of their public testimony of Jesus Christ? In fact, if there is no opposition, that would be a bad sign. If they are all prophets, then Satan will do all he can to diminish their influence. That’s the eternal nature of the battle for our souls.

 I hope those that shouted their opposition during conference live to regret their action because of the huge target they’ve placed on their own chests. They’ll now be receiving meals, cookies, love notes, mowed lawns, weeded gardens, remembered birthdays and holidays, and kindnesses they never before imagined. I don’t think I know them personally, but I truly hope they who  do know them will prove by their pure love and concern that members of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints are true and committed disciples of Jesus Christ; that discipleship of Christ is the defining characteristic of the body of Christ. We prove this by our love and kindness.
Of course, they need to repent of their sins. . .just like all the rest of us. They need to take upon themselves the name of Christ. . .just like all the rest of us. They need to feed the hungry, clothe the naked, visit the sick and minister to those in need, just like the rest of us. They must learn to selflessly serve others. . .just like the rest of us.

None of us get a free pass to exaltation. It doesn’t matter if you get your picture in the centerfold of the Ensign or the cover of the newspaper.  
There are no resume’s required at the Pearly Gates. Fame, fortune, notoriety, public opinion, beauty, political correctness and talent are all as ashes at the judgment bar of God. He will merely measure our love and He and we will know that His judgments are just. We either have it or we don’t. I don’t believe there is suspense before judgment day. I believe that we will be given the ability to see ourselves accurately and will know our eternal place.

I hope that I can avoid being the cause of someone feeling like an outsider in the Church of Jesus Christ. I know I feel protective of those men and women who lead us, like most who do sustain them.  But if we truly do sustain those leaders, we’ll take their counsel into our hearts and homes and make them part of  us. We’ll allow ourselves to be led by them as by good shepherds who lead us to the Master Shepherd.

If we truly sustain them as prophets and revelators, we’ll take their words and be different than we were before. . .better disciples of Jesus Christ and more obedient children of our Loving Heavenly Father.

Why I Believe:

September 19, 2014
Tricia Bowers has six younger brothers. She has a Master’s degree in Literacy and taught school for several years, finishing up her career with four years as a Reading Specialist. She learned Russian in Ukraine when she served a mission for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. She now revels in her work as a wife and a mother.
I decided that I wanted to share my testimony in this “Why I believe” series, and immediately several important experiences came to mind.  I have seen miracles.  I have participated in miracles.  Many spiritual moments in my life combine like colored bits of glass to form the ever growing mosaic that is my testimony.  The experience I decided to share is not glamorous or impressive, but it is central to my spiritual knowledge.  

While preparing to serve as a full time missionary in Ukraine, I was in the Missionary Training Center to learn rudimentary Russian and how to present the gospel of Jesus Christ to those who were unfamiliar with it.  I loved my time in the MTC, but it was extremely challenging.  I had always felt smart and capable in learning situations, and suddenly was struggling to learn a language that was absolutely foreign to me.  (Pun intended!) In fact, I felt like I was behind most of the other missionaries learning Russian with me, despite dedicating many extra hours to study and praying many times a day for help.  

One evening as I went to bed, I felt wretched.  I felt ugly and incapable, and “imperfections” seemed too kind a word to describe my many flaws.  We had been studying about Jesus Christ, and bringing his message of salvation to others, but I wondered, “Why would anyone want to save the likes of me?”  I knelt and poured out my heart to my Heavenly Father, feeling that all my brokenness and ugliness was uncovered before Him.  Then I asked, “Did He really do it for ME?  Almost before the words were thought, a piercing “Yes.” echoed through my mind.  Yes.  Even you.  

I bear testimony that Jesus Christ is MY Savior.  He can heal, fix, or resolve any problem.  He conquered death and evil and everything that stems from them.  Through His power, I can transcend my issues and thrive.  I can be whole, and can rejoice.  I rejoiced as I taught new friends in Ukraine about my Savior (in Russian, which I did learn adequately), and saw and felt that His mighty love and power extended to them as well.  I have rejoiced many times since then as I’ve witnessed His power working in my life and in others’ lives.  I would wish for the knowledge that I gained that night to be received by each person.  Jesus is not an abstract Savior– He is mine and yours.

Why I Believe: If it matters to us, it matters to our Heavenly Father.

September 15, 2014
Lindsay Bills Stephenson is a BYU graduate in Nutrition Science. She grew up in the Denver area as the oldest of three girls. She currently lives in West Virginia. She is expecting her second child.

Lindsay, Daniel and baby Kate. Photo by Nichole Bills
When I was in Kindergarten, Santa Claus brought me the most beautiful necklace I had ever seen. Although I recognize now that it was actually just a cheap piece of costume jewelry, in the eyes of a young girl, this was the finest of all fine jewelry. I treasured it and felt special every time I wore this necklace.
One day, I was playing on the playground at school and realized that my necklace was no longer hanging around my neck. In the midst of an aggressive game of tag, I failed to notice when and where my necklace fell off. I searched and searched, but to no avail. My precious necklace was gone.
When I said my prayers that night, I asked Heavenly Father to help me find my special necklace that I’d lost on the playground that day. I looked again at school the next day, only to be disappointed when I could not find it. This same process of praying and searching continued for six days; my little heart just could not let go of that necklace!
I was on the playground a week later and saw something pink and gold among the rocks under the bridge on the playground. To my delight, after many prayers and a lot of time searching, I found my necklace! I don’t recall many vivid details about the experience. I am sure there were tears, drama, and other details that I have forgotten. I do remember, however, recognizing that Heavenly Father loved me enough to listen to my prayer and answer it. This made me feel more special than owning a fine piece of jewelry ever did.
 I learned three important lessons from this experience:
1. Heavenly Father loves each of us and cares about our desires and concerns!
2. Heavenly Father hears our prayers and He answers them according to His timing. The answers may not come right away, but they certainly come.
3. We must do the work required on our part to receive an answer to our prayers. If I had prayed to find my necklace but never went to look for it, I probably never would have found it. I was able to find it because I asked for help and then I put in the effort necessary to receive help finding that necklace.
I have since accumulated jewelry that is more precious in terms of monetary value. This special necklace, however, still has a special place in my jewelry box and carries with it more value than any other piece of jewelry that I own. It is a reminder of my once small seed of faith that has since continued to grow and thrive over the course of my life. I have had many prayers answered over the course of my life, but the experience of being a young child and feeling important to my Heavenly Father is tender and will never leave me.
This experience has come full circle as I am now teaching my own young daughter to pray to her Heavenly Father. It is exciting for me to see her love for prayer growing and her belief in Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ developing. Her seed of faith is already starting to grow – and she is not even two! Watching this process within her strengthens my own faith even more! I am forever grateful for this beautiful experience that taught me important truths that have stuck with me throughout my life. I love my Heavenly Father. He truly loves His children and stands nearby with hands ready to help and a heart full of love.

Why I Believe: Prayers Bring Comfort and Confidence

September 13, 2014

 Patricia Arnold writes of teaching high school-aged students a scripture study class held early in the morning on school days.  She’s a Mormon and the four year courses focus a year each on Old Testament, New Testament, then Book of Mormon and last, Church History. She has a Bachelor’s degree from Pepperdine University in Education and in English and is the mother of seven children.
 
     “I taught a Seminary class in our church and though it seemed to be going well, I began to feel inadequate, even negative toward my ability to teach effectively.  I decided to fast and pray  earnestly for a day. 

     I realized soon after I began the fast that I had been offering only superficial prayers during the past weeks, not realizing how badly I needed the Lord’s help. 
     Two other truths were made clear to me. The fear of making a wrong decision over even minor problems had caused me to procrastinate decisions, thus exacerbating the problem, Now I must recognize that habit when it occurs.
      The second problem was that the Lord in my past prayer had seemed to approve of various ways to present a lesson.  How  could I know the BEST way?  The answer I felt was that I should teach what I felt most capable to teach with confidence and someone in the class would benefit.
     By feeling the spirit of the Lord for a whole day I learned that I can be more patient and accept my decisions as being worthy to adjust to – that is, if I spend the day studying for Seminary, then I can patiently adjust to neglected housework.  Many of my private battles stem from not trusting my decisions, even if they seemed right at the time they were made.
      The next day I felt good during Seminary.  The young people responded and I felt sure that I was teaching the truths they needed.  
       I want to shout thanks to my Heavenly Father who most surely does answer prayers, who is anxious to help us when we ask Him with  meek, undemanding hearts.”
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