[This talk was given to a congregation where a large portion have no experience with small towns of any kind, much less a Utah Mormon town. The culture in those towns is unique in many ways, and I attempted to share a flavor of it in my talk.]
I come to you this morning as a member of the Stake High Council to talk to you about Eternal Families. The assignment came from our Stake Presidency, but the topic was assigned by your Bishopric. I am always delighted to fulfill this kind of assignment, but I have to tell you that this is a particularly poignant time for me to discuss this topic.
I come to you this morning as a member of the Stake High Council to talk to you about Eternal Families. The assignment came from our Stake Presidency, but the topic was assigned by your Bishopric. I am always delighted to fulfill this kind of assignment, but I have to tell you that this is a particularly poignant time for me to discuss this topic.
There are many aspects
to the topic of Eternal Families.
Eternal families are built on Earth, but will eventually be composed of
resurrected beings who are celestial in nature.
That means people who have made good choices and endured in being
faithful. People learn how to be
celestial people by listening to the promptings from the Holy Ghost, but it
also takes many teachers, and others who are positive examples, and who help us
learn how to hear the spirit whispering to us.
Most of us also need a fair amount of encouragement to go the course. In addition, there are certain ordinances
that are required to be done and that
can happen while we are here on Earth, or vicariously after we are dead.
One of the key things
we do as members of the church is build Eternal Families, but I have always
felt a little bit out of synch with my own family. Let me give a little bit of background
information.
I have pioneer
ancestors on my Mother’s side of my family.
One of my ancestors sat and ate
at the same campfires as Brigham Young as they crossed the plains from Winter
Quarters to the Unsettled Salt Lake Valley in 1847. My grandfather’s Daddy walked along that same
route when he was 7 years old, in 1850. Another
of my ancestors stopped to plant fields of grain during the great exodus from
Nauvoo to Winter Quarters, even though he would not live to see it harvested. I have more pioneer ancestors with those kinds of stories. This is an awesome heritage and I am very
proud of them.
But on my father’s
side of my family I have NO such heritage.
My father went to the little town of Fillmore Utah to learn how to fly in the Army Air Corps
during WWII. There he met and married my
mother, but he never joined the church.
So I grew up in a part-member
family in a small Mormon town. To
help you understand the magnitude of the mono-culture in those little towns,
let me tell you that there was a Catholic family who lived in the next block
over from us. They were the ONLY
catholic family in town. More, as far as
I know they were the only completely non-LDS family in town. We had part-member families, and we had
inactive families, but they were the only ones with no ties to the church at
all. When I went to first grade, their
daughter was in my class. I quite liked
her, but I always knew that she was part of THE Catholic family, even though I
had no clue what catholic was. I tell
you this to illustrate how pervasive the church culture saturated our lives
there. Everything that happened,
happened in the context of the church.
Living there, I always
felt like my own family was kind of broken.
One foot in, and one foot out, as it were. As I grew up, my siblings and I were baptized,
but our church activity waxed and waned, sometimes strong, sometimes just
hanging on. I became serious about the
church when I was 16 and have been serious about it ever since. I married my wonderful wife in the temple and
we’ve raised our 6 children safely wrapped tightly in the church. But I still felt like I came from a
religiously broken family.
Three years ago, my 91
year old father had a stroke. He mostly
recovered, but one side of his body was weaker than the other, which made him
frail and forced him to use a walker.
The biggest outcome of it was that he couldn’t talk very well. If he needed to say something that came
automatically, he could say it just fine.
Things like “Hello,” “Yes,
please,” and “Thank you,” came out like
it does from all of us. But if he had to
think about what he was saying, he just couldn’t spit it out a good portion of
the time. That made conversation
difficult. The stroke also made him slow
down a lot and we could see him aging month by month.
In August 2015 I
visited him. As it turned out, that
visit was about a week before he died.
My sister and I were sitting with him when he asked me, “When I die are
you going to make me a Mormon?”
This was a startling
question. It isn’t how we think of
things as Mormons. But I understood his
concern because I knew how he fit into the small-town Utah culture. What he knew about the church was filtered
through friends who were largely not active in the church. And I knew that his question was really about
whether we were going to override his agency by doing what he had chosen not to
do.
So I told him, “Dad,
when you die I am going to baptize you, and I am going to seal you to my
mother, but you should understand that nobody is going to force you to do
anything you don’t want to do. You will
have the opportunity to learn about the gospel, and if you decide you want to
accept it, those ordinances will be there for you. But if you don’t, they
won’t mean much of anything. It
will be your choice.”
He was looking down,
but after a second he looked up with a smile and said, “That’s good.” He had a hard time getting all that out, so I
didn’t press him for whether he meant it
was good that I was going to do the ordinances, or whether it was good that he
wouldn’t be forced, or both. As I’ve
thought about it, I’ve decided that I think he meant both.
You probably know that
we don’t do vicarious temple work for people until at least a year after they
pass on. I let my siblings know that I
was going to do his work. None of them objected. So, I counted the days. One
year after he died, I printed out his ordinance cards. It
included the card to do his baptism and endowment, but that also opened up
other ordinances. I was able to do the
cards to seal him to my Mom, and me to them, and my little brother who was
killed when he was a young man. And my
Dad to his parents, whose own work was done some time ago. And Dad had a sister who died in a tragic
accident when about a week old, so I prepared to seal her to her parents, too. And I had some other family names I had been
working to get ready.
So, I was all
set. I was ready to go down to the
temple and put my family together.
But I got to thinking
about it. It isn’t just my parents. Families run both directions: back to
ancestors, and forward to descendants. My kids, and my nieces and nephews are my parents’ descendants, too, and they are equally
affected. My kids know all about Dad’s
story and I wanted them to be part of it, too.
So I decided to involve them as much as I could.
About this same time,
my grandson proposed to a very nice young woman who is from the San Diego area. They were planning a December wedding at the
San Diego temple. Not all of our kids
would be there, but several of them were, so my daughter and I planned how to
do my temple work in San Diego without detracting from her son’s wedding. Here is what we worked out.
1.
I had several baptisms to do, including my
father’s. These had to be done before
anything else. So, after the wedding,
and after the massive photo session on the temple grounds, I took my teenage
grandson and teenage granddaughter back into the temple and we did the
baptismal ordinances. I performed all
those baptisms. First up was my
grandson, acting for my father. I have
to admit that I was pretty emotional. I
started to cry before we even started and it was very hard for me to
speak. Much harder than I’d thought it
would be. This is a sign that I am getting
old. When I was in my 20’s I joined the
US Marines, who turned me into a lean, mean fighting machine. In those days, I never cried! Now I am trying to be a man of God, and I get
emotional. My grandkids were a little
bit shocked to see me loose it that much.
But we got it done. We did baptisms that spanned 7
generations in that session, all family members, including one who I had been
researching for over 40 years.
2.
The next day, the adults returned to the
temple. My good wife, my son, and I came
early and did all the initiatory work.
Then we met the others and we had just the right number of names for
each of us to do an endowment session. Isn’t that interesting? This wasn’t something we planned and worked
out - I just had a bunch of male names and female names and we had that many
men and women in our group. Again, this was an emotional
time for me. I held it together pretty
well, but when we got to the celestial room, I looked at my son who was acting
as proxy for my father, and we threw our arms around each other and next thing
we knew we were blubbering on each other’s shoulder. Now THAT was embarrassing!
3.
After our session, we met up with a sealer and
went into a sealing room. My sealing to
my parents was a “live” ordinance, so the paperwork had to be specially
prepared by the temple office. The
others were ordinary sealings by temple standards. I
had planned and organized this part. I
made sure each one of us got to participate.
I also made sure each of the
girls got to act as proxy in a sealing involving my mother , whom they all
remember. Same thing with the men. There were a lot of wet eyes. By this time, my tear ducts felt like they’d
been wrung out. Literally! They were sucked dry. I’ve never felt that before.
After that, we went to a nice place for
lunch and hit La Jolla beach to watch the sunset as we basked in the glow of
love for our family.
After all these years, I finally feel
like my own family has been fixed. I
can look back over the generations to my grandparents who came from opposite
sides of the World, and met and built a life in California. My great grandparents who left Kentucky after
the Civil War because there was land in Texas, and who built a life in San
Angelo. And back and back.
Eternity includes all the time before
now and all the time after now. It
includes both directions. And so do
Eternal Families.
We need to look back to all those
people who came before now, and understand who they were and why they did the
things that led to us being who we are.
We need to know how our family fits together.
Brothers and Sisters, the numbers
involved in this work are hard to grasp.
Each generation doubles the number of people involved, even without
counting siblings. Sometimes, my ancestors
are also your ancestors. Odds are that
if I laid out all my ancestors and their families and you laid out yours, we
would find we have a common ancestor before we got further back than the age of
our country. Maybe not, but the odds are
that we would.
And as we grow old and watch our
children and their children and theirs, we will be seeing my children and your
children making interconnections in their own families.
That is the nature of all
families. But what does it take to make
them eternal families? It goes back to understanding that Eternal
families involve people who have led near-celestial lives and have celestial
characters.
We get so involved in this that we
forget that all of them have the same concern my father had – that they are not
forced to do something they don’t want.
We can’t control them. I now
think of my father as LDS, BUT My father
spent his entire adult life living among LDS people, and my Mother desperately
wanted him to join the church. He chose
not to do so. He may well continue to
make that choice. It is his choice to
make, not mine. I have to remember that
I have done my part – I performed the ordinances for him, like I told him I
would. If he chooses not to accept them,
then he will drop out of my eternal family.
He will still be my earthly father and I will still love him, but he may
choose not to be in the eternal family I am trying to build.
For those who choose to become
celestial beings, they will become part of eternal families. Maybe not quite like we know them today. Our responsibility to them is not to force
them to be like us, rather we are commanded to keep them in our hearts, - “To
turn the hearts of the children to the fathers”. In other words, it is our responsibility to
do temple work as thoroughly and completely as we can. It is our responsibility to make sure that we
are becoming celestial beings.
Also, it is our responsibility “To turn the hearts of the fathers to the
children”. It is our responsibility to
help our children and grandchildren become celestial beings. Again, they get to make their own choices,
but we are responsible to teach the things they need to know so that they
understand their choice.
And finally, what do each of us have to
do to become celestial beings who can be part of our eternal family? It is simple.
Keep the commandments. All of
them. As good as we possibly can.
It can be a bit overwhelming to think
of it in terms of keeping ALL the commandments.
We are told by our prophets to do a lot of things. It helps to simplify it by bundling them
together. In Matthew 22, verses 36 through 40 we read:
36 Master, which is the
great commandment in the law?
37 Jesus said unto him, Thou shalt love the
Lord thy God with all thy heart,
and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind.
38 This is the first and great commandment.
39 And the second is like
unto it, Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself.
40 On these two commandments hang all
the law and the prophets.
Now that sounds much simpler. It is nice to reflect on what this scripture
means. In actual fact, it is very hard
to keep all the commandments, but it’s nice to see the end goal from this
scripture. It helps us see why we have
so many commandments to follow - to know
that they can be boiled down into simple concepts. It helps us choose a thing or two to work on
until we get better at it. And then we
can move on to another area where we can improve.
Becoming a Celestial person takes a lot
of hard spiritual work, but the rewards are huge. And the joy of being in a Celestial Family
is the best reward of all.
And I say this ….
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