Prisons and Temples

In institute this week we studied the prison chapters (sections 121-123) of the Doctrine and Covenants. To set the stage for this lesson President Meiners (teacher) had us sit on the ground for the entirety of the lesson while he sat on a bucket. It was to help us understand what Joseph and his brethren endured for several months. While this was a dark and terrible time for the Prophet, it was also one of the greatest seasons of growth and revelation. Elder Holland refers to Liberty Jail as being a prison temple, a place where sacred, heaven-sent messages were recorded and had profound effect on the life of the prophet and every individual who has read those passages with the Spirit.

I do not pretend to have suffered, in the least degree, anything that those early saints endured nearly every day, but those passages of scripture have been of tremendous relief and comfort in some of my moments of despair. I have had some thoughts on my mind about this subject since Tuesday, and I just felt like writing them down. I think this is more for myself than anyone else, but if it helps lift another, then all the better.

"Oh God, where are thou? And where is the pavilion that covereth thy hiding place?" Josephs prayer causes my heart to ache as I can hear the pain in his words. While the words we use today are slightly different, the plea is the same. The plea of someone that is in darkness and feels completely forsaken and forgotten. The Father's response is the same for everyone "My son,(daughter) peace be unto thy soul; thine adversity and thine afflictions shall be but a small moment..."

I can almost picture the face of Him and he says in the most tender and loving voices that everything is going to be okay. Even though we can't see it right in the moment, everything will be okay. My mind is drawn to Elder Wirthlins remarks in October 2006. He spoke of the Friday of the crucification- how it was the darkest Friday in the history of the world but it was followed by the most glorious event on the Sunday, after. Of our own "Fridays," Elder Wirthlin had this to say:

Each of us will have our own Fridays—those days when the universe itself seems shattered and the shards of our world lie littered about us in pieces. We all will experience those broken times when it seems we can never be put together again. We will all have our Fridays. But I testify to you in the name of the One who conquered death—Sunday will come. In the darkness of our sorrow, Sunday will come.

No matter our desperation, no matter our grief, Sunday will come. In this life or the next, Sunday will come.

I love that. I love how no matter how dark the night is, Sunday morning will come and everything will be worth it. One thing that has taken me my life and will take my lifetime to learn is that it is through suffering and trial that I come to know my Savior and become more like him. Im sure that this is a principle that I will have to learn time and time again but its true. At least its true for me. Some of my most sacred moments have come after enduring something that I did not have the strength or the capacity to endure, alone. This is what I have learned from Liberty Jail. It is that the trials and tribulations are what will allow us to become more like our Savior than if we had an "easy" life devoid of struggle and heartbreak. "...know thou, my son, that all these things shall give thee experience and shall be for they good. The Son of Man hath descended below them all. Art thou greater than he?"

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A tale of intrigue, suspense, betrayal, revenge, family, and chocolate. Okay, Maybe not so much about the other stuff--just family and chocolate. So for the first two weeks in March I was in Germany. It was all thanks to a sister who used her hubby's frequent flyer miles and some mula to get me there. This is just a little summary of my adventure.

I have decided that the best reason for living in Germany of Europe in general is the food. Yes, this is a chocolate bar, but what isn't shown is the fresh pastries and bread from the bakery, the CHEESE and a bunch of other stuff. I gained about 2 pounds in two weeks (or maybe I was this fat before I left for Germany, who knows) due to the food. Mostly the chocolate. And in particular, the Belgian chocolate. We drove to Belgium so I could see it and get chocolate. Not even kidding. Oh, and we did see the memorial rock, which made it SO worth it. Ask my sister or brother in law, I ate me some chocolate! It was worth the extra weight even if it means less dates up in Idaho. Worth it.The kids (my nephews and nieces) were in school while I was there so after the kids went off to school, Joy and I plus a 4 year old Noah jumped in the car and drove to awesome sights. Now I had this idea in my head of what the autobon would look like- Ferraris and Lamborghinis zooming past at incredible speed while everyone was going 150+ mph. Actually, the autobon is like America's interstate system, only with better paving and stretches of road that had no speed limit. The suggested speed for these areas is 130 kph (80mph) but you seriously can go as fast as you want. We usually cruised around 95 or so for the most part. Oh, this is Joy driving the minivan.

One one of our trips we went to St. Avold, France to see the Lorraine cemetery. Some 15,000 service men and women are laid to rest in this beautiful cemetery. It was a very solemn place, and it humbled me to think of the sacrifice that was made just to preserve freedom. Not many things are worth dying for, but freedom is one of them.I really liked the inscription on this monument, and reminded me of the obligation and responsibility that is mine to uphold the cause that was purchased with blood and tears.
On another day we went to Trier, Germany and walked around the town to check out the historic sites. The top of the city had a amphitheater that was used for a bunch of stuff including gladiator battles. Beneath the floor are rooms and passages where the animals and people were kept.

This is the downtown area of Trier, very quaint and picturesque. Of course the most exciting part to Noah would be the pigeons that he would occasionally get to pursue. It was here that I learned an important lesson: happy children make for a happy parent. Yes, I know all my siblings are saying "DUH" right now but I never claimed that I wasn't a slow learner :POn Saturday we went to a nature park that was up the hill from where Joy and Ben lived. We probably spent most of the time in the playground and goat pen but the kids enjoyed it and it was fun to watch them run around in the human hamster wheel. No way something this fun and dangerous would EVER be in a park in the U.S.
Whoever devised the system of having the park guests purchase food and feed the animals was a business genius. The kids loved it even if some of them got a little worried when the bigger goats came for their share of the snacks.
And this horse nearly ran into us through the fence. He was a little overly-eager and did a spectacular skid-stop in the muddy ground before careening into us. Oh, and in case you were wondering, every horse in the world is a Noah-horse.After we made the rounds at the park and fed most of the animals we hit up the playground again (naturally) and the kids got pretty good at the hamster
And of course they have a trampoline at a nature park...? Oh well, the kids loved it!

So Germany has a million castles. Seriously. This one is near Joy's house and we decided to go there one afternoon to look around. It was pretty cool to see some of the original structures and I was in awe of their engineering capabilities.Some of the rooms and structures were someone odd so far as I could tell, but I'm sure they served a purpose back in the day. I think these were canon-ports.
On our second weekend we went to Rhottenburg, Germany. What did I go to see in Rhottenburg, you ask? Why an Aston Martin Vanquish. Okay, okay, I didn't really go for the cars, but this beauty was just parked by the side of the road. Maybe it was James Bond...

We spent the night in Rhottenburg, and it was awesome. I went for a night stroll by myself to see the town while the kids were in bed. The next day we walked around the city and saw the city.
This is a view from the perimeter wall that encompassed the city. The houses are very German with the steep roofs with tiles covering them.
This is the walkway along the inside of the perimeter wall. It was an artsy picture mostly for myself, but there you go. I found that Pictures take a backseat when you are trying to herd children or prevent little ones from getting too close to edges and whatnot.
I loved the narrow alleyways that connected everything.
At the torture museum in Rhottenburg the kids showed me the child-catcher. Seriously. Chitty-Chitty Bang-Bang wasn't even lying!
One of the 15 some-odd cathedrals and churches in the small city of Rhottenburg. It was pretty sweet. And so ended our weekend trip.
On Monday we headed back to Luxembourg to go to the WWII cemetery there. While walking on the path I came across this marker and was touched.
General Patton had requested that he be buried with his men, and his wish was granted. While the man was not without his faults, just like the rest of us, I earned even more respect for him when he forewent a monument or a tomb so he could be buried in the same manner as the men that he lead.

And so ended my adventure. It was a very wonderful experience and turned into a more introspective experience than I had anticipated. The church services there were held with the airmen and their families that were stationed in Germany as well. I kept kicking myself for not packing my own scriptures because I had many wonderful and sweet insights that have had and will have a tremendous effect on my life. I love life :)