Some Things are Easier with a View

There has been a lot going on in life and last weekend was a really good chance to try to unwind and make sense of some things. So this isn't going to be very entertaining, so if I were you I would stop right here. Obviously you aren't me. Be thankful. This blog is going to be mostly symbolic, and perhaps enigmatic. And you're still reading. Odd. So here we go. 

 There are times in life when we don't want to be told which direction we should go. This bullet-ridden sign is actually perched right on a cliff. If you fail to turn left, you will plunge down about 200 ft or so. Apparently some people feel upset about being told where to turn (they shot it), when in fact it will save their lives. Moral: Turn where and when you are supposed to, even if you don't want to.

 Rocks are supposedly a rigid material. I'm a geology major and I know first-hand how hard rocks can be. I also know how hard they are because of personal encounters with them while riding a mountain bike. The rocks won those encounters. Pictured here is a fault ( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fault_(geology) ). A fracture formed as intense forces deformed the originally solid rock. The side to the left has dropped about a half-foot. Moral: Things that seem solid and constant are subject to change. And there is nothing that you can do about that. 
On a drive to the Palisades Reservoir, my friend and I found a dirt road that led down to edge of the reservoir. We were driving a G6, which is not an off-roading vehicle, but the dirt was firm and there were plenty of tire tracks. The dirt WAS solid except for a twenty foot circle. Take a guess how I know where that circle was? Yup, we found it. The only soft spot along the entire shoreline, that we explored. The ground here looked identical to everywhere else, tire tracks included. The point at which I realized that the ground was not solid was the second the tires sunk. Moral: Despite the appearance of solid ground, dirt can be misleading foundation.

 The combination of school and work has been a little intense and its easy for me to get caught up in it all. This reservoir is pretty large, but the waves were very small. Moral: Don't let little things disrupt large things.

 As we headed back to Rexburg, my friend asked to stop at a random pullout. What seemed to be an ordinary pullout without a good view turned out to be one of the most scenic views of the trip. We spotted two bald eagles in their evening fishing as well. Moral: Take time to find the beauty in life even when it seems it is ordinary and bland.

This last picture was the view as we left the Palisades. Moral: God knows what he is doing, just chill.

Why Seek ye the Living among the Dead?

My Grandma passed away two weeks ago. It was not unexpected and in fact it was prayed for, but that did not prepare us for the shock that we felt at her loss. The thought that kept reoccurring was that a great light had gone out in the world. Perhaps "gone out" is not as appropriate as "hidden from us". My Grandma loved two things; her family, and the Lord. All other aspects of her life are encompassed in these two great loves. She loved and supported her husband in the 68 years of mortality that they shared and continues to do so from the other side of the veil. The part of all this that tore at my heart and caused me to sob like a child was seeing my Grandpa, and the ache that he felt at being separated from his sweetheart. He loved her so dearly and completely that all fairy tales and stories pale in comparison to this example of true love. Did they disagree? Of course. Were they different in mannerisms and characteristics? Some might say near polar opposites. But their love and devotion was never a question. This last near decade of their lives, alone,can attest to the love shared by these two. As her health and abilities declined, his affection and service became all the clearer as he constantly put her needs and desires above his own.

So why share this? Because the loss of Grandma is swallowed up the the joy of Christ. His supreme sacrifice and sinless life has made it possible that my Grandpa will one day be able to embrace his sweetheart. Now I don't pretend to understand how this is possible or the workings of the atonement, but I know that it is real. I know that God, the Father, sent His only begotten Son to earth to live, bleed, and die for us. But that is not all, God sent His Son to LIVE for us.

The gospel of Luke, 24th chapter has spoken comfort to my soul these past two weeks. Mary Magdalene, Joanna, and Mary, the mother of James, walked to the sepulchre on the morning after the Jewish Sabbath. As they entered the tomb they were astonished to find the body of Christ missing. As they turned about they saw that they were joined by two men in shining garments.These messengers said to them "Why seek ye the living among the dead? He is not here but is risen.."

Jesus Christ overcame the bonds of death and hell and made a path for all to follow. I testify that because He lives, my Grandmother, my Dad's parents, and all those that have been lost to us will be restored. I witness that as He lives, so to shall all of us live. Death is part of this mortal sojourn and should not be feared as the dark abyss from whence no traveler can return but rather a path that we take, one day, that will lead to a glorious resurrection and reunion of the sweetest kind. I thank my God that I have been given this understanding and offer to any that feel the sting of death or the pain of mortality to come and hear the pleasing word of God and the words of His living prophets.