MISSIONARY SLUMBER PARTY CANCELLED

The power went out in much of Baltimore City & neighboring counties

When the air temperature moves above 100 degrees in the city and stays there in that elevated condition, the buildings, streets, sidewalks, and every other hard surface tends to radiate heat and make it feel even hotter. Well, that's been the weather in Baltimore this week, and the forecast for at least the next few days promises more of the same. The heat index on Friday soared above 110!

So I guess that we shouldn't have been surprised late last night when we saw several bright flashes of lightning and heard the first rumble of thunder being orchestrated over our apartment complex. Within minutes, tremendous gusts of wind arrived on the scene driving sheets of rain horizonally across the parking lot. Today we learned that those winds, which were howling at 80 mph on the Chesapeake Bay Bridge near Annapolis last night, caused a tractor trailer to overturn on the span, injured the driver, and closed all lanes of traffic going in both directions for a number of hours. More than two inches of rain fell during the storm.

Shortly after 11 pm, the lights flickered a couple of times and then went out for good. This morning the power had not returned to our building, and we weren't alone in the dark. Baltimore Gas & Electric (BGE) reported that some 427,000 customers in the metropolitan area remained without electricity throughout Saturday. According to local authorities, it may take up to a week to get everyone back on line. As the day progressed, Sister Lindsay and I started making alternate plans for where we might spend the night since without power we wouldn't have any hot water for showers, and it might also be challenging to see inside a bathroom that has no windows.

The solution that we came up with was to go over to the district leader's apartment to spend the night, because he and his companion have electricity. It is a two bedroom, two bathroom unit designed to handle four elders, but we currently only have two elders living there. We checked with the senior missionaries who work in the mission office (who are also without power where they live and making plans to sleep in the office tonight), and they thought we had found a good working solution to our problem.

So we called our district leader and told him to expect us to show up at their place with a suitcase and some bedding tonight. Before we could implement our plan, however, BGE restored our electricity at 5:30 this evening. As a result, OUR MISSIONARY SLUMBER PARTY WAS CANCELLED.

WE SAID GOODBYE YESTERDAY . . .

Elder & Sister Lindsay with President A. Brent Belliston

At the conclusion of our district meeting yesterday, Sister Lindsay and I had our final missionary interviews with our mission president, A. Brent Belliston, and then we said goodbye. He and his wife will honorably complete their mission and drive home to Meridian, Idaho on Friday.

President Belliston and his wife, Diane, have had a tremendous impact on the lives of hundreds of young elders and sisters as well as the senior sisters and couples who have been full time missionaries in The Maryland Baltimore Mission during the Belliston's three-year stewardship here. His emphasis on having all missionaries be "exactly obedient" to Church standards of conduct has allowed President Belliston to develop self-discipline and a work ethic that has positively changed people's  perspective about their own lives and self-worth.

We haven't met a single elder or sister since we arrived in Baltimore last September who doesn't hold President Belliston in the highest regard, because we collectively know that he loves us and would never ask any missionary to do anything that he wouldn't require of himself. One of the mission president's special talents is his amazing spiritual gift of being able to memorize and recite entire passages of scripture and quotations from Church leaders and others.

Through his personal example, the mission president has been able to encourage these young men and women to also learn many scriptures themselves, so they can become more effective teachers in sharing the message of the restored gospel of Jesus Christ with others. Mastering the scriptures has strengthened the testimonies of the missionaries and given them greater self-esteem as laborers in the vineyard of the Lord. All of this has helped bring almost 1,000 new converts into The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints during the past 36 months.

But now, the time has come for President and Sister Belliston to relinquish their responsibilities to a new mission president and his wife who will quietly assume the leadership role of this mission in a couple of days.

The old order changeth,
yielding place to new,

And God fulfills himself in many ways,

Lest one good custom should corrupt the world.

                                            - Alfred Lord Tennyson

President Belliston has carefully instructed the missionaries to remain focused on the work of the Lord as the leadership transition occurs and to show the same loyalty and respect to President Richards (the incoming mission president) and his family as they have for him and his wife in the past. Because the missionaries are exactly obedient, it is understood that this is exactly what they will do without question or hesitation.

PARADE OF SAIL DEPARTURE

Sailing ships passing under Francis Scott Key Bridge

To commemorate the 200th anniversary of the War of 1812 and the writing of Francis Scott Key's poem, The Star-Spangled Banner, as he watched the British bombard Fort McHenry in September 1814, Baltimore launched the Star-Spangled Sailabration this month. More than 40 tall ships (tall-masted sailing ships) and and naval vessels from around the world were here from June 13th through June 19th. During their visit, they offered free tours to the public and thousands of visitors went on board. The festivities also included the first-ever air show over Baltimore, which featured the Navy Blue Angels.

On June 19, 2012 the tall ships left Baltimore, passing by historic Fort McHenry, maneuvering under the Francis Scott Key Bridge, and putting out to sea enroute to their next port of call in Boston. Sister Lindsay and I (along with thousands of other people) watched them leave under sail . . . an impressive and unusal sight, with ships' bands playing on deck and sailors singing and and even dancing in the rigging.

Sailors on Ecuador's tall ship, BAE Guayas

As we watched these magnificent ships pass by in procession, it was interesting to reflect on how different it must have been some 200 years ago when there were far fewer choices regarding how people and goods were transported to distant places. In 1812, there were no airplanes, trains, automobiles, or trucks. Instead, you could walk, ride a horse or sit in a wagon or carriage pulled by animals, or go by ship. And it wasn't possible to call ahead electronically for reservations or check the status of your ship's expected arrival on the internet either. Your trip from Baltimore to London would take weeks rather than hours. And by the way, your accommodations below deck and the food would not resemble in any way the cruise ship standards of today.

THE SHIP THAT SAILS

Unknown Author

I’d rather be the ship that sails
And rides the billows wild and free;
Than to be the ship that always fails
To leave its port and go to sea.

I’d rather feel the sting of strife,
Where gales are born and tempests roar;
Than to settle down to useless life
And rot in dry dock on the shore.

I’d rather fight some mighty wave
With honor in supreme command;
And fill at last a well-earned grave,
Than die in ease upon the sand.

I’d rather drive where sea storms blow,
And be the ship that always failed
To make the ports where it would go,
Than be the ship that never sailed.

WINNING THE RACE OF LIFE

Winners don't necessarily cross the finish line first

From the days of our earliest youth, we are encouraged to believe that life is somehow a competitive game that requires winners and losers. In the eyes of the world we are supposed to do things first, better, or more often than other people in order to distinguish ourselves from the rest of the competition. But is that really the purpose of life?

I returned, and saw under the sun, that the race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong, neither yet bread to the wise, nor yet riches to men of understanding, nor yet favour to men of skill; but time and chance happeneth to them all. (Ecclesiastes 9:11)

Certainly all of God's children are not given the same gifts, talents, and opportunities here on earth; and often through circumstances that are often not controlled by individuals themselves, people face challenges that would seem to place them at a disadvantage in winning any of those competitive races that seem to be emphasized at every turn in this world.

But Heavenly Father's view of the purpose of life in mortality and the nature of competition is surely not the same as those who promote competition here on earth. The true nature of competition is to measure the individual's performance against his own potential rather than the potential of someone else. Likewise, eternal salvation has been defined as inclusive rather than exclusive. All who are willing to come unto Christ and receive Him as their personal Savior, being baptized by immersion by those holding priesthood authority to perform this and other earthly ordinances, and remaining faithful to the end of this life, will be welcomed home into the Kingdom of God in the life to come beyond the grave.

How we love and serve one another in this life is an essential element in how we will be viewed at the time when we must stand before the Savior to account for the way we lived our lives in mortality.

Dieter F. Uchtdorf, Second Counselor in the First Presidency has said, "When our hearts are filled with the love of God, we become kind one to another, tenderhearted, forgiving.”  He goes on to remind us that the pure love of Christ can allow us to see others the way our Heavenly Father sees us: as flawed and imperfect mortals who have potential and worth far beyond our capacity to imagine.

When we set aside our natural tendency of looking after our needs first and refocusing on the needs of others, can we become more like Christ. Only then, can we truly be positioned to win the race of life!

IN MEMORY OF A FALLEN FRIEND . . .

Our beloved willow oak tree being cut down

We lost as good friend at home last week, and Sister Lindsay and I weren't even there to say goodbye. Shortly before our departure on our mission last September, lightning struck the large willow oak tree in our front yard with devastating impact. The sheer power of the electrical surge blew a large hole in the ground at the base of the trunk and ripped open an ugly tear in the trunk that reached up nearly twenty feet from bottom to top.

At the time we didn't know that the wound would be mortal; and even when we asked a tree expert to assess the extent of the damage, we were assured that mighty oak trees like this one can sustain life even after taking a direct hit by lightning. But alas, it was not to be; and with the passing months, it soon became evident that our beautiful specimen was in serious trouble. The bark of the trunk, which provides the lifeline nourishment of the tree, began to loosen and fall to the ground in small then larger pieces. And finally with the arrival of spring, entire branches failed to show new leaves.

Our wonderful oak tree was dying; nothing could be done to keep it alive. After conferring with a professional arborist, we painfully made the decision to have it removed before it might fall and cause serious damage to our house or the neighbor's property.

I must admit that finding it necessary to cut this oak down to the ground brought some tears to my eyes. How often during the past 24 years we have lived in this house have I sat upon the front porch and enjoyed the beauty of this tree with its massive branches reaching heavenward. It has been home to songbirds in the spring and summer months, and a year round playground to skittish squirrels chasing each other up and down and around its majestic labyrinth of limbs and twigs. In season it has shaded our yard and house in the heat of the day and gathered occasional snowflakes and ice or frozen rain in wintertime. It has been a tree of all seasons, and has stood its silent watch both day and night for more than 50 years.

TREES
by Joyce Kilmer (1886-1918)

 I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
  A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
 
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
 
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

In 1964 Shel Silverstein wrote a thoughtful children's book entitled The Giving Tree. This story is about a relationship between a boy and a tree, which always provided the boy with what he wanted because the tree loved the boy. Ultimately there was nothing left for the tree to give, because only the stump of the tree remained. When the boy, now an old man returned years later, the tree said, "I have nothing left to give you."

The boy replied, "I do not need much now, just a quiet place to sit and rest."

The tree then said, "Well, an old tree stump is a good place for sitting and resting. Come boy, sit down and rest." The boy obliged and the tree was happy.

Well, our beloved tree is gone, including the stump; and in its place there is a young patch of new grass trying to pretend that it will someday become a lawn. Next time I am able to sit on the front porch at home I will have to be content to sit in the memory of the now fallen oak . . . my own giving tree!

A BRIEF FAMILY REUNION IN BALTIMORE

Family members together at Baltimore's Inner Harbor

Sister Lindsay and I had a brief opportunity (for about 10 minutes) to visit with two of our sons and four of our grandsons at Harborplace in downtown Baltimore on June 14, 2012. The six of them and other youth and adult leaders of the Summerfield Ward scout troop from Greensboro, North Carolina had been on tour in the Washington, DC area during the week visiting many of the monuments and museums plus the National Cemetery in Arlington, Virginia. 

On Thursday evening the group drove to suburban Baltimore and then rode the light rail to Camden Yard to attend a major league baseball game between the Baltimore Orioles and Pittsburgh Pirates. Since the ballpark is only a couple of blocks from the Inner Harbor where the USS Constellation (built in 1854) is permanently berthed, they decided to hike downtown to catch a glimpse of this historic sloop of war (the only existing sailing ship that participated in the Civil War).

I took a photograph of the entire scout troop in front of the Constellation. One of the other scouts took a picture of Sister Lindsay and me together with our sons and grandsons in front of the Cisne Branco, a 3-masted sailing ship from Brazil that was in port this week. And then, they were gone.

You may be wondering how we were able to arrange this brief family reunion with some of our children and grandchildren while serving a full time proselyting mission? Pages 37 and 38 in the Missionary Handbook describe the limitations and conditions associated with visits from family members while serving full time missions for the Church:

"Visits from family members, friends, and acquaintances are against Church policy. The impact of such visits may extend far beyond the visit itself, both before and after the visit and among other missionaries. It can often take some time for missionaries to refocus on their callings and their work . . ."

The rules for senior missionaries concerning communication with family members are somewhat different than for the young elders and sisters. We are allowed to telephone or even have video calls with our children and grandchildren whenever we need to do so; and we are also permitted to have brief visits with them from time to time as well. So getting together for a picture at Harborplace and a round of hugs from our sons and grandsons was not a violation of mission rules. It was a special moment of joy for all of us and a reminder that we are trying to set a good example for our grandsons by serving a mission away from home.

PLACING CHRIST IN THE CENTER OF YOUR LIFE

God does not expect us to solve our problems by ourselves

As we work with struggling individuals and families who are less-active in the Church here in the Baltimore area, we recognize a common thread that appears to be woven into the fabric of their trials:  JESUS CHRIST IS NOT THE FOCUSED CENTER OF THEIR LIVES! Less active Church members seem to believe that they can either solve their own problems by themselves or that there is no hope of ever getting past the troubles and difficulties that they currently face.

Who or what is behind this condition that weakens the spiritual fortitude of the sons and daughters of men? It is Lucifer (also known as Satan or the devil) himself who was cast out of the presence of God for rebellion before this world was created.

Wherefore, because that Satan rebelled against me, and sought to destroy the agency of man, which I, the Lord God, had given him, and also, that I should give unto him mine own power; by the power of mine Only Begotten, I caused that he should be cast down; and he became Satan, yea, even the devil, the father of all lies, to deceive and to blind men, and to lead them captive at his will, even as many as would not hearken unto my voice. (Moses 4:3-4)

He discourages individuals from turning to the Only Begotten Son of God when they need help. He wants us to believe that we are unworthy to be forgiven of our sins, but this is not true. Heavenly Father loves us and never intended that His children would overcome their weaknesses and shortcomings in mortality without the influence of the Holy Ghost and the atoning sacrifice of the Savior.

One of Satan's great insidious lies is to tell people he is not real, but I testify that he exists. He has served as an evil influence in the lives of Heavenly Father's children since Adam and Eve first came to this earth . He casts doubt in our minds that by exercising faith in the Son of God, we would find peace in this troubled world and salvation that would lead us to happiness in the world to come beyond the grave.

President Thomas S. Monson, President of the Church tells us . . .

The world around you is not equipped to provide the help you need to make it through this often-treacherous journey. So many in our society today seem to have slipped from the moorings of safety and drifted from the harbor of peace. Permissiveness, immorality, pornography, drugs, the power of peer pressure—all these and more—cause many to be tossed about on a sea of sin and crushed on the jagged reefs of lost opportunities, forfeited blessings, and shattered dreams.

Is there a way to safety? Is there an escape from threatened destruction? The answer is a resounding yes! I counsel you to look to the lighthouse of the Lord. I have said it before; I will say it again: there is no fog so dense, no night so dark, no gale so strong, no mariner so lost but what the lighthouse of the Lord can rescue. It beckons through the storms of life. It calls, “This way to safety. This way to home.” It sends forth signals of light easily seen and never failing. If followed, those signals will guide you back to your heavenly home.

GREEK FOLK FESTIVAL

Saint Nicholas Greek Orthodox Church in Baltimore

Just one block from where one of our less-active Church members lives in the Highlandtown section of Baltimore is South Ponca Street, the site of the annual Greek Folk Festival that is sponsored by St.  Nicholas Greek Orthodox Church. The city of Baltimore is well-known for its numerous street festivals associated with the many ethnic cultures that constitute the diverse population of the area. Sister Lindsay and I decided to take a couple of hours on Thursday afternoon to visit this festival on the first of its four days of operation.

The main sanctuary at St. Nicholas is a very colorful and ornate place of worship, and visitors were invited to visit inside the Church building while attending the various activities associated with the festival itself. We found the members of the Greek community who were staffing the festival to be a friendly and gracious people. Everyone we met was willing to have their picture taken and had a happy smile for my camera. There were more people speaking Greek with each other than English, but they had no problem switching to English when we conversed with them.

The food at the festival was wonderful!

Although we were there too early in the day to see the costumed Greek dancers, we certainly didn't miss out when it came to enjoying the great Greek cuisine. The leaders at the festival were quick to point out that there are more than 33 centuries of history associated with the country of Greece and its many cultural traditions. The street vendors were selling everything from puppets to Greek jellies and other preserves, religious icons, t-shirts, and beautiful hand-crafted jewelry. This was a fun activity, and there was no admission costs or parking fee.

HALFWAY POINT ON OUR MISSION

"Hump Day" has arrived for the Lindsays

Well, it happens to all missionaries, and we obviously are not exempt. Today, June 5th, Elder and Sister Lindsay reached a milestone date on the calendar by arriving at the halfway point on our mission for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. The young elders and sisters who have served full time missions through the years always refer to this as "hump day."

Keeping with tradition, Sister Lindsay and I had our picture taken in front of one of the many street signs in Baltimore that warn motorists that there is a speed hump ahead on the road. As an interesting side note, there are both speed "bumps" and speed "humps" here, the difference being that the speed bump is just a narrow raised ridge across the street while the speed hump is an extended raised piece of roadway that is between three and four feet wide across the street. 

Typically, the young missionaries will have served in three or four locations during the first half of their missionary service, and with each move they will have a different companion. In our assignment as senior missionaries, however, we have served all nine months in one place, the Chesapeake Ward of the Baltimore, Maryland Stake. We have been promised by the mission president that we will not change companions if we happen to be transferred during the second half of our mission.

One of the more difficult things we have had to do is to say goodbye to those senior missionaries who have completed their work and gone home while we have been here. We are also now preparing to say farewell to our mission president and his wife who will leave us at the end of this month having served in The Maryland Baltimore Mission for three years. That won't be easy either!

We have noted a changing trend in senior missionary service, because all of the senior missionary couples who have arrived in the Maryland Baltimore Mission since we came in September of last year are currently enrolled to serve just 12 months. Many of them will complete their shorter missions and return home before we do. Based upon our experience as proselyting missionaries, we sense that it might be more difficult to accomplish the work that we are trying to do with less-active members if we had to accomplish it in a shorter mission period. It has taken some time to get to know ward members well and to establish working relationships with them.

We are pleased to have this opportunity to serve and trust the the second half of our mission will be just as exciting and rewarding as what we have been able to do thus far. Being around these young missionaries with whom we serve is just like having more grandchildren, and who can doubt that this is a good thing? We all need more grandchildren!

ELDER DOLPHUS CUE

 

Washington DC Temple

WILLIAM COWPER (1731-1800), the English poet, penned these words that were first published (1779) by John Newton in the Olney Hymns:

 God moves in a mysterious way

 His wonders to perform;

 He plants his footsteps in the sea,

 And rides upon the storm.

People have been introduced to the restored gospel of Jesus Christ in many different and sometimes mysterious ways, and the true story of how Dolphus Cue was converted to The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints is quite unusual and interesting. A few years ago while wandering around the Pacific Northwest looking for employment, he found a temporary job house-painting in Oregon. The home owner obviously liked the quality of his work because when he finished, she asked if he would like to go paint a house that she owned in Mexico. Part of the contract was her offer to let him live in the house for several months with the utilities paid. When he agreed, she drove him to Mexico and then left him there.

One Sunday morning Dolphus needed some paper for his computer printer; and since he didn't have an automobile, he set out walking to a store that was a few miles away from the house. Enroute, he saw what appeared to be a church located on top of a nearby hill. He couldn't help but notice the many steps that had to be climbed in order to reach the building. As he stood at the edge of the road gazing at those steps, he saw two young women standing outside the front door looking at him. They quickly descended the steps and introduced themselves as full time missionaries and invited him to come to Church.

He declined the invitation that morning; but because he wanted to see the inside of the building, he promised to attend Church the following week. Dolphus Cue is a man of his word; and when he makes a commitment, he always follows through without exception. When he came back to the Church the next Sunday, the sister missionaries were waiting for him. It wasn't long before he was taught the missionary discussions and committed to baptism. After just a few months, Brother Cue left Mexico and continued his wandering journey eastward ending up in Baltimore, Maryland where he now resides with two of his sisters and a nephew.

Elder & Sister Lindsay with Dolphus Cue at the Temple

For unknown reasons, he had not been taught the new member discussions or advanced to receive the Melchizedek priesthood prior to our arrival in the Chesapeake Ward in September of 2011; but we have had the privilege of working with him for many months. Dolphus Cue was ordained an elder earlier this year, and we then taught him the temple preparation classes as well. On May 26, 2012, we accompanied Brother Cue to The House of The Lord in Kensington, Maryland where he received his temple endowment. Five other members of the Church joined us at the temple on this very special day.

Dolphus is a wonderful member of the Church who is humble and sincere in his desire to live gospel standards. He is kind and soft-spoken, and we have never heard him speak ill of another person.