Showing posts with label Anecdotal. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Anecdotal. Show all posts

Monday, April 20, 2009

The journey of 1,000 miles begins with one pedal



That is a picture of the odometer on my bike. Last July I started riding a bike to work to increase my exercise level and because the price of gas had just crossed $4 a gallon. The price of gas has since come down, but I still need the exercise and enjoy riding my bike. On this morning's ride my odometer passed the 1,000 mile mark. I haven't really lost any weight since I started riding, but I'm guessing that my heart and other internal organs, as well as my leg muscles, are glad I'm riding.

To give it a little perspective, from Chandler, AZ (where I live, which is just south of Phoenix) to Boise, ID is 1014 miles.

Monday, November 3, 2008

The Gift of Tongues

Yesterday, all the stakes in Arizona had a broadcast Stake Conference. President Boyd K. Packer presided.

One of the things that I like best about Stake Conference is that I always get to sit in one of the front two rows. My wife is the designated ASL signer for those that are deaf. I sit in the corner so I can be close to her. I love watching her sign. My favortie ASL sign is "Jesus." Wendy and I refer to it as the seatbelt sign, because to me, the sign looks like someone is strapping on their seat belt in a car.

Anyway, there were several people that were hearing impaired in attendance and so I and our two boys sat in the second row. As the broadcast started we realized that whoever set up the audio had set it up to be heard in spanish. The congregation all chuckled and we wondered how long it would take to correct the problem. Wendy signed to those in front of her that the broadcast was in spanish and she didn't know how to interpret that.

However, sitting in the row behind us was a recently returned missionary that went to a spanish speaking mission. Wendy pulled him up and he whispered into Wendy's ear the translation from spanish to english and then Wendy translated it into ASL for those that needed it. This lasted for about ten minutes until the audio was fixed.

That was about the coolest thing I have ever seen in church.

Thursday, October 30, 2008

Rhys' Mission Call



The letter arrived today. We have been on pins and needles as we expected the call to show up a couple of weeks ago. Rhys showed tremendous restraint, as he knew that the call was here in the middle of the day and he actually waited until everyone was home before he opened it. We had grandparents and siblings on speaker phones on everybody's cell phones.

As it turns out, I should've stuck with my first guess because it was right. However, I let logic and reason take over and after I had thought about it for a while I decided that Rhys would end up going to New York City. He's not going there. Like I said, he's going to place that I guessed first.

Intially, Rhys was hoping to be called to Fiji, but earlier today he was hoping for Mozambique. He didn't get called to either of those places.

Rhys will enter the MTC on February 4th, which coincidentally happens to be my birthday. Sending our son on a mission is a good birthday gift, but getting him back two years later will be a better one. Rhys will serve the Lord for two years in the St. Louis Missouri Mission.

He is very pleased with his call and is looking forward to getting into the field.

Congrats Rhys. We love you and are so pleased by your decision to give two years of your life to the Lord in this endeavor.

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

From Chandler, AZ to Provo, UT...and still pedaling

Back in July I started riding a bike to work. My intentions were twofold. First, skyrocketing gas prices were taking a toll on my finances. Second, I thought it would be a good way to get some exercise, and perhaps drop a few pounds.

Living in the greater Phoenix area, starting such an endeavor in late July proved interesting. The temperatures were typically over 90 degrees when I started my ride in the morning and had climbed to about 110 degrees by the time I decided to go home. I carried 50 oz of water both to and from work and drank most of it.

After about a month of riding I stopped getting dizzy as I rode and acclimated a bit to the challenge. My trip is a tad over 13 miles round trip each day and I ride Tuesday through Friday. On Monday, I drive all of my clothes into work for the week.

The first day after buying the bike I went on a short 2.5 mile ride. I hadn’t ridden a bicycle since my mission which was about two decades ago. Anyway, my bike has this really cool odometer/speedometer on it. On that first ride I averaged 10.5 mph and reached a top speed of 12.63 mph.

When I wrote about this on my blog I bravely suggested that someday I’d like to ride with an average speed of 14 mph. That seemed a bit unrealistic to me, but I wanted to set a high goal.

I now regularly average over 14 mph on my ride. Once I even maintained an average of 16.2 mph with a top speed of 22.92 mph. I now tend to pass the beginner riders on the road. They’re easy to spot because they look a lot like me. However, the hard core bikers, you know the ones with the bike shorts and shirts, and a bicycle that probably cost as much as my car, still pass me. It’s all good though as I simply enjoy the ride.

This afternoon the total miles ridden on my odometer said 634 miles. Curious to see how far that would be if I rode in one direction I went into Yahoo maps and started playing around.

If I road my bicycle from my home in Chandler and headed west I would hit Los Angeles and then head north. I’m currently about 20 miles past Fresno. The distance from Chandler, AZ to Las Vegas, NV is 317 miles, so I have ridden there and back. If I just head north, Provo is 634 miles from Chandler, so I just made it to my old Alma Mater.

With the savings in gas, the bike has pretty much paid for itself. Ironically, I haven’t really lost a lot of weight. However, there is muscle definition on my legs that I haven’t seen since the last time I was a student at BYU and played on their club Water Polo team.

Unfortunately, I think that I still look more like a water buoy, than the water boy I used to be. I tell friends and acquaintances (and now complete strangers in cyberspace) that I used to look like a greek god, but have since traded that body in for a more Asian deity…

Here’s the good news though. Before I started riding my bike I was on high blood pressure medicine. I was taking 60 mg of Lipitor a day to lower my cholesterol, and my sodium levels were high.

Now, my blood pressure without any meds is 120 over 68. My resting heart rate is 66 (better than average). My cholesterol meds have been decreased to 20 mg a day, and my sodium levels are normal. So I now have the Buddha body on the outside, but the sleeping athlete is starting to wake up on the inside.

Friday, October 17, 2008

Prophetic Warnings



Tell me if President Ezra Taft Benson's words don't ring true today? He gave this speech, not as president of the church, but as a citizen of the U.S. 43 years ago.

I've posted several times recently about prop 8 in California and prop 102 in Arizona. I will use that issue to reinforce Ezra Taft Benson's words on socialism.

It has been widely reported how a first grade teacher in San Francisco took her first grade class to City Hall to watch her marriage to her same sex partner. If you don't know about this just scroll down a few posts where I discuss the issue.

Due to the recent change in California law, i.e. legalizing same sex marriage, the school felt that the field trip was, "Academically relevant."

Here's the kicker. Pehaps you're thinking that you can avoid the issue altogether by just homeschooling your child. If you live in California, think again. Earlier this year a California Court of Appeals ruled that Philip and Mary Long of Lynwood, CA, could not home school their children because Mary (the mom/teacher) was not a certified teacher in CA.

From the above cited article:
"At first, there was a sense of, 'No way,' " said homeschool parent Loren Mavromati, a resident of Redondo Beach (Los Angeles County) who is active with a homeschool association. "Then there was a little bit of fear. I think it has moved now into indignation."

The ruling arose from a child welfare dispute between the Los Angeles County Department of Children and Family Services and Philip and Mary Long of Lynwood, who have been homeschooling their eight children. Mary Long is their teacher, but holds no teaching credential.

The parents said they also enrolled their children in Sunland Christian School, a private religious academy in Sylmar (Los Angeles County), which considers the Long children part of its independent study program and visits the home about four times a year.

The Second District Court of Appeal ruled that California law requires parents to send their children to full-time public or private schools or have them taught by credentialed tutors at home.

"California courts have held that ... parents do not have a constitutional right to homeschool their children," Justice H. Walter Croskey said in the 3-0 ruling issued on Feb. 28. "Parents have a legal duty to see to their children's schooling under the provisions of these laws."

Parents can be criminally prosecuted for failing to comply, Croskey said.

"A primary purpose of the educational system is to train school children in good citizenship, patriotism and loyalty to the state and the nation as a means of protecting the public welfare," the judge wrote, quoting from a 1961 case on a similar issue.

Now back to my own thoughts:
The government is dictating how our children must be taught. Therefore, they get to decide what is taught.

What's next? Will Sunday School teachers need to be certified by the state? Some might consider that an incredible stretch that the state would never presume to impose. However, the ruling above caught the entire homeschooling community in California by surprise. And now an estimated 166,000 children are potential truants and their parents face possible prosecution.

Socialism typically deals with economic issues. The underlying principle however is that the government should dictate how goods and services are produced and distributed. When the government decides how and what should be taught to our children, regardless of our views on how our children should be taught, we are sliding down a slippery slope that we might not be able to recover from.

Vote yes on prop 8 in California and prop 102 in Arizona. Our children are too important.

Monday, October 13, 2008

Angels among us

Like many others, I thoroughly enjoyed listening to General Conference last weekend. I have a close friend that told me of an experience he had last week that reminded me of Elder Holland's talk. With his permission, I share his story:

I saw a wonderful thing this morning that God had done that I wanted to share with all of you.

I was on my weekly commute back up to Portland on the 6am flight out of Sacramento. While I am not someone to eavesdrop on a conversation I could not help but hear the two people seated behind me. This was on Horizon and thus the seats are quite close. Before we took off I could tell that the two people behind me were not together but they were talking with each other about families and such. The lady (Susan) was traveling to visit a friend in Portland though she was afraid to fly. Seated next to her was Ted from Alaska who had been in Sacramento attending a wedding. Early on Ted told her that he is a pilot of small planes so he knew about flying. He also made comment to her that he liked it when the flight was a little bumpy. Maybe in retrospect that was to comfort Susan with her anxiety about flying.

When Susan asked Ted about what he did, he said that he and his wife run a Christian camp for kids in Alaska. In the rest of the conversation they had I heard her tell him of challenges she was having with her adult son and she did not know how to help with the problems. At that point I could tell that Ted was sharing the gospel with her and telling her about Jesus. Susan was open to what he was saying throughout the conversation. When we were descending into Portland I heard Ted ask Susan if he could pray for her. We were going through a pretty good cloud layer but it was not too rough. In his prayer he asked God for help for Susan and the challenges with her son and also to be with her as she felt anxiety on the flight (and also for her flight home on Wednesday). The whole time I could hear Ted praying I was saying my own prayer not only for her but thanks to God for putting the two of them together on the flight.

After we landed I heard Susan thank Ted for praying for her. As we left the plane I had to stand in the jet way to wait for my second bag which they put in baggage on Horizon. When Ted came by I stopped him and said that I don’t normally listen in to other’s conversations but I had heard what he said and how wonderful I thought it was what he did. Ted asked if I was a believer to which I answered “Oh yes I am.” He responded with “isn’t it great what He does?”

I don’t do the send this to 10 people kind of thing, but here is what I would ask each of you to join me in doing. Please tell God thank you for a messenger like Ted and that he had the courage to reach out to a stranger with God’s word. I pray that I would someday be able to do what he did in serving God.

One last thing that shows even more of God’s hand all over this. Last night when I checked in for the flight I was looking to change seats as I saw 2 seats together and I had hoped to get an arrangement like that so I could work on a spreadsheet on my laptop during the flight. I didn’t make the change as I had a feeling I can’t really describe that told me to not make the change. If I had done the change I would have taken the seat that Ted had.

God bless Ted and I pray that what took place this morning at 30,000 feet will lead Susan to Jesus!

In Christ’s name,

Scott

Thank you Scott for sharing that with me, and allowing me to share it with others.

In Elder Holland's talk he said:

I have spoken here of heavenly help, of angels dispatched to bless us in time of need. But when we speak of those who are instruments in the hand of God, we are reminded that not all angels are from the other side of the veil. Some of them we walk with and talk with—here, now, every day. Some of them reside in our own neighborhoods. Some of them gave birth to us, and in my case, one of them consented to marry me. Indeed heaven never seems closer than when we see the love of God manifested in the kindness and devotion of people so good and so pure that angelic is the only word that comes to mind. Elder James Dunn, from this pulpit just moments ago, used that word in his invocation to describe this Primary choir—and why not? With the spirit, faces, and voices of those children in our mind and before our eyes, may I share with you an account by my friend and BYU colleague, the late Clyn D. Barrus. I do so with the permission of his wife, Marilyn, and their family.

Referring to his childhood on a large Idaho farm, Brother Barrus spoke of his nightly assignment to round up the cows at milking time. Because the cows pastured in a field bordered by the occasionally treacherous Teton River, the strict rule in the Barrus household was that during the spring flood season the children were never to go after any cows who ventured across the river. They were always to return home and seek mature help.

One Saturday just after his seventh birthday, Brother Barrus’s parents promised the family a night at the movies if the chores were done on time. But when young Clyn arrived at the pasture, the cows he sought had crossed the river, even though it was running at high flood stage. Knowing his rare night at the movies was in jeopardy, he decided to go after the cows himself, even though he had been warned many times never to do so.

As the seven-year-old urged his old horse, Banner, down into the cold, swift stream, the horse’s head barely cleared the water. An adult sitting on the horse would have been safe, but at Brother Barrus’s tender age, the current completely covered him except when the horse lunged forward several times, bringing Clyn’s head above water just enough to gasp for air.

Here I turn to Brother Barrus’s own words:

“When Banner finally climbed the other bank, I realized that my life had been in grave danger and that I had done a terrible thing—I had knowingly disobeyed my father. I felt that I could redeem myself only by bringing the cows home safely. Maybe then my father would forgive me. But it was already dusk, and I didn’t know for sure where I was. Despair overwhelmed me. I was wet and cold, lost and afraid.

“I climbed down from old Banner, fell to the ground by his feet, and began to cry. Between thick sobs, I tried to offer a prayer, repeating over and over to my Father in Heaven, ‘I’m sorry. Forgive me! I’m sorry. Forgive me!’

“I prayed for a long time. When I finally looked up, I saw through my tears a figure dressed in white walking toward me. In the dark, I felt certain it must be an angel sent in answer to my prayers. I did not move or make a sound as the figure approached, so overwhelmed was I by what I saw. Would the Lord really send an angel to me, who had been so disobedient?

“Then a familiar voice said, ‘Son, I’ve been looking for you.’ In the darkness I recognized the voice of my father and ran to his outstretched arms. He held me tightly, then said gently, ‘I was worried. I’m glad I found you.’

“I tried to tell him how sorry I was, but only disjointed words came out of my trembling lips—’Thank you . . . darkness . . . afraid . . . river . . . alone.’ Later that night I learned that when I had not returned from the pasture, my father had come looking for me. When neither I nor the cows were to be found, he knew I had crossed the river and was in danger. Because it was dark and time was of the essence, he removed his clothes down to his long white thermal underwear, tied his shoes around his neck, and swam a treacherous river to rescue a wayward son.”12

My beloved brothers and sisters, I testify of angels, both the heavenly and the mortal kind. In doing so I am testifying that God never leaves us alone, never leaves us unaided in the challenges that we face. “[N]or will he, so long as time shall last, or the earth shall stand, or there shall be one man [or woman or child] upon the face thereof to be saved.”13 On occasions, global or personal, we may feel we are distanced from God, shut out from heaven, lost, alone in dark and dreary places. Often enough that distress can be of our own making, but even then the Father of us all is watching and assisting. And always there are those angels who come and go all around us, seen and unseen, known and unknown, mortal and immortal.

May we all believe more readily in, and have more gratitude for, the Lord’s promise as contained in one of President Monson’s favorite scriptures: “I will go before your face. I will be on your right hand and on your left, . . . my Spirit shall be in your [heart], and mine angels round about you, to bear you up.”14 In the process of praying for those angels to attend us, may we all try to be a little more angelic ourselves—with a kind word, a strong arm, a declaration of faith and “the covenant wherewith [we] have covenanted.”15 Perhaps then we can be emissaries sent from God when someone, perhaps a Primary child, is crying, “Darkness . . . afraid . . . river . . . alone.” To this end, I pray in the sacred name of Jesus Christ, amen.

I am grateful for heavenly help that is frequently manifested by mortal angels living among us.

Saturday, July 19, 2008

My new fuel efficient vehicle



In my effort to go green and cut down on my fuel bill, I acquired a more fuel efficient means of transportation...

I haven't really ridden a bike since my mission, 22 years ago. I'm failry out of shape, though I keep trying to convince people that I still have the finely tuned athlete in me. I just keep him well hidden under several layers of fat...

Anyway, gas prices are too high, I need to lose some weight, my sodium levels are too high, blah, blah, blah. Here's my answer. The cost of the bike should pay for itself within six months. It's a Specialized Expedition Sport. I bought it at Global Bike Shop in Gilbert, AZ.

Tim and Scott did a great job of helping me put together a good bike. They're very friendly. They answered all of my questions and made sure that I had every thing I needed. Since I purchased racks, a bag, an odometer/speedometer, and a rear view mirror, they threw in a few other things for free. If you need a new bike you should go and see them.

I rode the bike this morning for 2.5 miles. My commute to work is 7 miles each way. I will definitely need to spend a week getting my riding muscles acclimated before travelling to work.

On this morning's ride I averaged 10.5 mph. My top speed was 12.63 mph, and the trip took me about 19 minutes. I'm hoping to get my average speed up to about 14 mph over time.

Thursday, May 8, 2008

Christian One-liners

My son Colby sent this to me and I thought I should share:

Many folks want to serve God, But only as advisors.

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It is easier to preach ten sermons
Than it is to live one.

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The good Lord didn't create anything
Without a purpose, but mosquitoes come close.

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When you get to your wit's end,
You'll find God lives there.

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People are funny; they want the front
Of the bus, the middle of the road, and
The back of the church.

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Opportunity may knock once, but temptation
Bangs on your front door forever.

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Quit griping about your church;
If it was perfect, you couldn't belong.

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If the church wants a better pastor,
It only needs to pray for the one it has.

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God Himself does not propose to judge
A man until he is dead. So why should you?

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Some minds are like concrete-
Thoroughly mixed up and permanently set.

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Peace starts with a smile.

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I don't know why some people
Change churches; what difference does

It make which one you stay home from?

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A lot of church members who are singing

'Standing on the Promises'

Are just sitting on the premises.

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We were called to be witnesses,

Not lawyers or judges.

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Be ye fishers of men. You catch Them -

He'll clean them.

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Coincidence is when God

Chooses to remain anonymous.

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Don't put a question mark

Where God put a period.

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Don't wait for 6 strong men

To take you to church.

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Forbidden fruits create many jams.

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God doesn't call the qualified,

He qualifies the called.

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God loves everyone, but

probably prefers
'fruits of the spirit' over

'religious nuts!'

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God promises a safe landing,

Not a calm passage.

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He who angers you, controls you!


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If God is your Co-pilot - swap seats!



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Prayer:

Don't give God instructions --

just report for duty!

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The task ahead of us is never as
Great as the Power behind us.

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The Will of God never takes you to
Where the Grace of God will not protect you.

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We don't change the message,

The message changes us.

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You can tell how big a person is

By what it takes to discourage him.

Tuesday, April 1, 2008

X-Ray's of my left elbow

Warning: towards the end of this post I will include X-Rays of my reconstructed left elbow. If you are squeamish you might not want to scroll down.

As I mentioned in previous posts about my injuries, I have felt very blessed and have felt the hand and presence of a loving Father in Heaven watching over me during my struggles with this injury. On the topic of divine providence, let me tell you just a bit about my orthopedist. His name is Dr. Matthew Hansen, and this is what he looks like.


He saw me Monday, March 17th, 2008, and immediately had me admitted to Mercy Gilbert Hospital. He reconstructed my elbow the next day. Most orthopedists specialize in knees and hips. That is an orthopedist's bread and butter. I just happened to stumble into an orthopedist that specializes in elbows and shoulders. I asked my hospital doctor about Dr. Hansen. He told me how recently a man injured his elbow in Los Angeles. The doctors in Los Angeles determined that his elbow was very messed up. So much so, that there was no one there qualified to fix it. This gentleman was sent to my orthopedist as one of the few people qualified to do this kind of elbow surgery.

Dr. Hansen just recently moved here. If this injury had occured a month earlier, I'm not sure who would've performed the reconstruction, but I'm grateful that it was Dr. Hansen.

Dr. Hansen works for the Core Institute. From their website I was able to see his bio. It reads as follows:

"Dr. Matthew Hansen is a Board Eligible specialist in Orthopedic Sports Medicine and shoulder and elbow reconstruction. Dr. Hansen recently completed fellowship training at the distinguished Kerlan-Jobe Orthopaedic Clinic in Los Angeles, California. He was privileged to be mentored by renowned surgeon Dr. Frank Jobe, team surgeon for the LA Dodgers, who invented Tommy John surgery of the elbow (ulnar collateral ligament reconstruction).

During his fellowship at the Kerlan-Jobe Orthopaedic Clinic, Dr. Hansen worked in conjunction with team surgeons providing care for the LA Dodgers, the LA Lakers, and the LA Angels of Anaheim. He also worked with the LA Kings, the LA Sparks, the LA Galaxy, the Mighty Ducks of Anaheim, and USC football.

He is dedicated to providing the highest quality care to athletes of all ages and all levels, from recreational to professional.

Dr. Hansen specializes in: Orthopaedic Sports Medicine, advanced shoulder and elbow surgery, including arthroscopic rotator cuff and labrum repair, shoulder replacement, elbow arthroscopy, elbow replacement, elbow ligament reconstruction, knee ligament reconstruction (ACL and PCL), and cartilage restoration.

Dr. Hansen’s educational achievements include graduating with distinction from Cornell University and receiving his Doctor of Medicine degree from the University of Utah School of Medicine. He was selected for the prestigious Hospital for Special Surgery Orthopaedic Surgery Residency in New York City and internship at The New York-Presbyterian Hospital-Cornell Medical Center.

He is a member of the American Orthopaedic Society for Sports Medicine (AOSSM) and a candidate member of the American Academy of Orthopaedic Surgeons (AAOS). He is also an active member of the Orthopaedic Research Society (ORS).

Dr. Hansen is active in academic medicine and research. He has authored and co-authored several orthopedic articles and publications. He is performing cutting-edge research in shoulder and elbow biomechanics and athletic performance at the SHRI-CORE Orthopedic Research Labs at The CORE Institute.

Dr. Hansen was honored as a 1992-93 NJCAA Academic All-American in basketball. He continues to enjoy sports and outdoor recreation with his family."

Dr. Hansen's physician assistant was Mike Chieco.


His bio reads as follows:

"The CORE Institute® is proud to have Michael Chieco, PA-C as part of our distinguished clinical faculty. Michael is a physician assistant who is certified in orthopedic surgery, internal and pulmonary medicine, as well as rehabilitation medicine. He brings a wealth of knowledge and experience to The CORE Institute®.

Michael received his Bachelor of Science degree at the College of Staten Island-City University of New York. After receiving his Bachelor’s Degree, Michael went on to study at Sisters of Charity Health Care System in Staten Island, New York.

Michael achieved the Dean’s List status and held this throughout the Baccalaureate Program at the College of Staten Island. Additionally, he was awarded the Presidential Scholarship as well as the Charles Bavetta Scholarship. His dedication to his studies was shown throughout his college career.

Michael has been in the Valley of the Sun since September of 2006. He enjoys playing golf among many other sports."

Yeah, I've got to say, I think that I was in pretty good hands.

I was in the hospital for seven days. Dr. Hansen visited me every single day. Not only is he a brilliant surgeon, but he is genuinely concerned about the patients under his care. Before discharging me from the hospital, he made sure that I was set up for in-home physical therapy. I'm forty three, which means I should have about half of my life left, and he wants to make sure that I can still use my left arm.

As mentioned above, here comes the pictures of my reconstructed elbow. Thank you Dr. Hansen for having put me back together so well.




Thursday, March 27, 2008

Because God couldn't be everywhere...



Because God can’t be everywhere…

He created women. Even though He can only be in one physical location at any given time, His love, and influence can be felt everywhere. I often feel His love when I look into the eyes of my wife. In her eyes I see a love that fills the vastness of space and chases away any doubts or fears I harbor in a troubled world, and I am left dumbfounded as to why I should deserve it. She spends her strength, time, and energy giving of herself to those around her.

It can be said that most relationships are based on give and take. Having broken both of my elbows less than two weeks ago, and having become as dependent as a one year old for my basic needs, that concept is true in my life. At the moment, my wife gives and I take. That thought on give and take probably describes most of my marriage, but it is greatly magnified right now.

I eat because she feeds me. I wear clothes because she puts them on me. I would smell much worse than I do, except for the fact she bathes me. There are other hygiene related issues that take place because of her.

The day of my injury I was draining our pool, as the water level receded, I power-washed the pool walls. Our pool has a diving board and the deep end is ten feet deep. With about 5 inches of water left at the bottom, I walked into the deep end to power-spray the back wall. Walking down the steep decline I stumbled. Despite trying to slow down, my speed increased until I made contact with the far wall. Smacking the far wall my body exploded in pain and crumbled into a fetal position in 5 inches of water.

Here’s one of the miracles that occurred. Wendy stood there when it happened. She wasn’t supposed to be there. She speaks ASL, not because she or anyone in her family is deaf, she just thought that it would have value to be able to do so.

Anyway, she works one Saturday a month as an interpreter at the LDS Mesa temple. It was a slow Saturday without much for her to do. Almost always in these situations, she will stick around and go through the ASL endowment session. This time she didn’t. This time she came home, and accordingly got me the help I needed immediately.

For the week I spent in the hospital she always stayed by my side. Briefly she would go home to check on the boys, but always quickly returned. She slept in my hospital room on a pull out couch that wasn’t quite long enough to stretch out on, so she slept in the fetal position for the short moments when she could actually drift off to sleep.

Due to the accident, I was put on several different medications; one is to lower my blood pressure. We subsequently learned that one of the possible side affects of this medicine is that it induces nightmares and anxiety attacks.

I’m not sure how well it decreases my blood pressure, but the side affects work just fine… The first day I took the medicine I went to bed about midnight. I woke up about an hour later drenched in sweat. I sleep with a CPAP machine (a mask that goes over my nose as I sleep that keeps me breathing.) When I woke up it felt like it was full of water as well. I thought that I was drowning and I started to panic.

With my right arm, the slightly better one, I ripped off my mask and screamed for Wendy. She materialized at my bedside and immediately began to stroke my face with her hand to calm me down. She then walked up and down the hospital hallway with me as I tried to calm down from my irrational delusions.

I am not typically subject to anxiety attacks, but I now have a lot more compassion for those that are. I battled anxiety attacks for a few days after taking the meds. Wendy, being at my side through all of it, was the calming influence that always brought me back to reality.

Now when I go to sleep she places my laptop next to the bed and plays church hymns from my i-tunes account. It helps me go to sleep with peaceful thoughts. However, what grounds me in the middle of the night when I wake up is knowing that she is mere inches away from me. She makes me feel safe with her presence. She is the calm in the storm of life swirling around. She gives meaning to the following words from James Allen’s book, As a Man Thinketh:

“Calmness of mind is one of the beautiful jewels of wisdom. It is the result of long and patient effort in self-control. Its presence is an indication of ripened experience, and of a more than ordinary knowledge of the laws and operations of thought.

A man becomes calm in the measure that he understands himself as a thought-evolved being, for such knowledge necessitates the understanding of others as the result of thought. As he develops a right understanding, and sees more and more clearly the internal relations of things by the action of cause and effect, he ceases to fuss and fume and worry and grieve, and remains poised, steadfast, serene.

The calm man, having learned how to govern himself, knows how to adapt himself to others; and they, in turn, reverence his spiritual strength, and feel that they can learn of him and rely upon him. The more tranquil a man becomes, the greater is his success, his influence, his power for good.

The strong calm man is always loved and revered. He is like a shade-giving tree in a thirsty land, or a sheltering rock in a storm. It does not matter whether it rains or shines, or what changes come to those possessing these blessings, for they are always sweet, serene, and calm. That exquisite poise of character which we call serenity is the last lesson of culture; it is the flowering of life, the fruitage of the soul. It is precious as wisdom, more to be desired than gold - yea, than even fine gold. How insignificant mere money-seeking looks in comparison with a serene life - a life that dwells in the ocean of Truth, beneath the waves, beyond the reach of tempests, in the Eternal Calm.”

When I was 26 my oldest brother asked me to go to a dance with him. It was a dance for the older single adults. I didn’t want to have anything to do with it, but after much persuasion I finally agreed to do this favor for him. The dance was at some person’s home. After paying the entry fee, I turned to go inside and got run into by a pretty girl. We both stammered our apologies for not looking where we walked and headed in different directions. I felt a moment’s guilt for thinking that was the girl I wanted to spend the evening with, but I was pretty sure that she had to be the homeowner’s daughter because she clearly wasn’t old enough to be at this event.

As we stood in the living room I gave my brother several better options of what we could be doing that evening. Just then, I felt a tap on my shoulder and knew that one of the older women wanted to dance. I slowly turned hoping for the best, and there stood the teenager, as I had come to think of her. She asked if I wanted to dance, and I was curious if her mom would mind. Throwing caution to the wind I accepted and we started dancing. Within two minutes I learned that the teenager had previously been married for nine years and had three children. I started doing some quick math in my head, and came to the conclusion that she must be a bit older than I had guessed.

At that moment, resisting the urge to run, was the best decision I ever made. We talked for the rest of the evening and I quickly became quite enamored with her. 17 years later, she is still my best friend and the love of my life. On the flip side, she also came to the dance unwillingly, having been dragged there by one of her friends. Her friend told her that she needed to meet some older, more established men, and that she would be looking for doctors and lawyers, or CPA’s. Somehow my wife resisted the urge to run when she discovered that I was only a student. Even now, she just smiles when I tell people how she robbed the cradle and that I’m her trophy husband.

President Hinckley once stated, “Woman is God’s supreme creation. Only after the earth had been formed, after the day had been separated from the night, after the waters had been divided from the land, after vegetation and animal life had been created, and after man had been placed on the earth, was woman created; and only then was the work announced complete and good.”

Joseph F. Smith stated, “The love of a true mother comes near to being like the love of God. No love in all the world can equal the love of a true mother. … I have felt sometimes, how could even the Father love his children more than my mother loved her children? It was life to me; it was strength; it was encouragement; it was love that begat love or liking in myself. I knew she loved me with all her heart.”

The importance of women can not be overstated. When the Savior Himself was resurrected to whom did he appear first? His apostles? No. I would think that His first stop would’ve been to see His Father, but it wasn’t. The first person He visited was Mary.

Likewise, when I am resurrected some day, Wendy will be the first person I go looking for. She is my rock and my compass. She knows my strengths and likewise my weaknesses and stands by my side. Any success I achieve in life is in large part due to her. She has always supported me in whatever task I choose to undertake.

Unfortunately, I can not adequately articulate what she means to me. Mere words lack the ability to express my feelings.

Wendy, I will love you through the eternities and always wonder what I did to deserve someone as wonderful as you to be part of my life.

Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Warning - Graphic Image

A word of advice and counsel. Don't mess up your elbow. I have torn the ACL in my left knee, the meniscus in my right knee. I have broken the vertebra in my back...twice. I have broken my left hand, and even taken the nose of my surfboard in my right eye in a horrific accident so bad that now my right pupil doesn't dilate.

Every time I have done something like this, I have always thought it was the most painful thing I have ever done to myself

If I sit back and analyze each situation based on how much pain meds I needed to use afterwards to cope, my elbow injury is definitely the most painful thing I have ever done.

As an example, the second time I broke my back, three compression fractures, I took pain meds for three days and then stopped.

I broke both of my elbows a week and a half ago. The right elbow is just a hairline fracture, but the left elbow needed to be reconstructed with a metal radial ball, pins, and plates to hold everything together.

I didn't take all of my pain meds yesterday because I want to cut back on them as quickly as possible. I hardly slept last night because of the pain.

On the bright side of things, with heavy therapy the left arm is improving. This morning I was actually able to touch my nose with my left thumb. I was quite excited when I did it, and have continued doing so all morning just to make sure I can.

My next big challenge will be to turn my left hand palm side up. Many friends and family members have told me that I am in their prayers. Thank you. Through this ordeal I have felt the reassuring hand of the Lord several times. I'll share some of those experiences soon.

Here's my left elbow.

Tuesday, March 4, 2008

ANWA Part 2

ANWA Part 2:
The second presentation I went to was led by Jon Lewis. His impressive bio states in part, “Jon (J.S.) Lewis and Derek Benz are co-authors of Scholastic, Inc.'s GREY GRIFFINS, a YA fantasy series that has captivated readers with fast-paced tales steeped in archaeology, linguistics, mythology, and cosmology. Since publication of their first book in Spring 2006, the authors have teamed with legendary game developers, WizKids® to produce a ground breaking Trading Card Game based a game played by the characters in their books. They are also working with Hollywood Executive Producer, Mark Gordon (Grey's Anatomy, Saving Private Ryan, The Patriot, The Day After Tomorrow) on a film property based on their exciting series. The authors are also in development on a series of graphic novels based on their books, as well as an animated series. Both authors grew up in the heartland of America, and currently reside with their families in a Phoenix suburb.”

Jon geared his remarks to those that want to make a living by being a writer. He said, “Writing is a business, not an art.” He stressed the need to understand trends in books, and commented that marketing was as important as writing. When Jon started writing, he sent out 300 queries and got back 3 that wanted to represent him. He encouraged us to never pay for an agent’s services and to stick with agents based in NY. Jon is not an advocate of self-publishing.

In his books, he creates character sheets that describe his characters. The sheet will contain such pertinent information as the characters height, weight, hair color, skills, weaknesses, etc. before he writes the story.

He pointed out the importance of starting your story strong. If the agent or publisher isn’t interested quickly, the manuscript will land in the slush pile. He recommended that we obtain a copy of The First Five Pages by Noah Lukeman.

Jon explained that we should make, “outrageous statements in Query Letters to grab the reader’s attention immediately.” He stated that the synopsis of the book needs to be as exciting as the book itself.

Jon gave us helpful hints for book signings to get to know the book buyers at the stores. “At every store, take everyone’s business cards and send them a thank you note later.”

Finally, Jon encouraged us to have a presence on the web.

Kathryn Jenkins, the Managing Editor for Covenant Communications, was the keynote speaker and addressed us after lunch. She addressed the concept of “Line upon Line,” which is a play on words between the process of writing and scriptures found in Isaiah and 2nd Nephi. She walked over to a piano and played the first line to, If You Could Hie to Kolob, an excellent song by the way.

She then explained that the 1st line of writing was to understand that writing is a gift from God.

Kathryn then walked back to the piano and played the 2nd line from If You Could Hie to Kolob. She asserted that the 2nd line for us to learn is that “Every life has lines. Some lines are expected, and some aren’t. Life is the stuff of fiction.”

The 3rd line she stated is, Imagination. How we see life in a unique way. “Sad is the child that never had an imaginary friend,” she counseled.

The 4th line is Process, the process that we use to put our imagination into words. She said that we needed to read a lot. She asked us to develop a process that works for us. She was very emphatic that we need to write every day. “If you want to write, work at it,” she taught.

5th – Dare to take risks. Write what hurts. Dare to write beyond the lines.

And finally, 6th – Love what you write.

She then went back to the piano and played a beautiful rendition of If You Could Hie to Kolob from start to end. She was gracious in her encouragement, and believed that if we wanted to write, that we could.

As a final note, if you’re ever sitting down with her, ask her about the trip she made to Disneyland with her friend Peggy.

The next presenter that I was privileged to listen to was Heather Madder. I thought that she was going to speak about Marketing, but since Jon had already covered that in his discussion about writing YA books, I was pleased that she spent a fair amount of time going in a different direction.

Her bio states: “Heather Madder is the author of Walking on the Ceiling: The Practice of Overcoming Barriers and Creating a Life of Freedom, along with several audio CDs.
She was the creator and co-host of the internet radio show, "On the High Road" that provided spiritual solutions for everyday problems weekly to 100,000 listeners worldwide. She has also been a regular guest and contributor to various other stations.

Heather's work is dedicated to the spread of truth, however, the majority of her time is spent figuring out what to make for dinner and getting her children to do their chores. Her favorite hobbies are biking in the early mornings, staring at her handsome husband, and talking about how her children are the most awe-inspiring people on the planet.”

Seriously Heather, if you know how to get your children to do their chores, any tips you want to throw my way would be greatly appreciated.

She explained that our limitations as a writer are self-imposed. She had us write: I am a writer because… and then we had to fill in the blanks. She then discussed stumbling blocks we sometimes run into as writers. Responses included lack of time, inability to be analytical at work and then flip the switch to be creative at home, to the typical doubts and fears of, “What if my writing isn’t good enough?”

Speaking of spiritual genetics, Heather commented, “God is a creator, as his daughter or son, then so am we.”

She asked us what we hoped to accomplish with our writing. Reponses were varied from, “I want to offer hope to those that don’t have any,” to, “I want to entertain through writing.” She said that all reasons to write good material was a positive thing. She said that our stumbling blocks, like doubts and fears about our abilities are lies whispered into our ears by the adversary.

She continued with, “For every lie that creates suffering and bondage, there is an opposite truth that creates peace and hope.”

Heather was very motivational and sure that everyone in class, like me, left her discussion feeling better about our desire to put pen to paper, or fingers on a keyboard as the case may be.

Before I discuss the last presentation I went to, I need to comment that Kerry Blair was also a presenter. I was unable to attend her class, but I did hear others speak very positively about her presentation, and I hope to have the chance to hear from her some time in the future. On her website she discussed scents and oils that Tristi Pinkston sells. She described them as, “Chocolate for the skin.” That is amazing imagery, and I have no doubt that she is a fantastic writer and presenter.

The last discussion of the day that I went to was “The Slush Pile is for Sissies,” by Kathryn Jenkins. As mentioned earlier, she is the Managing Editor of Covenant Communications. She is warm, funny, and very engaging as she speaks. She gave us several helpful hints to avoid the slush piles of publishers.
1. Know who your publisher is, and what they are looking for. She shared how some obvious didn’t understand that Covenant Communications was an LDS publisher, and they sent in rather un-LDS material.
2. Understand what the submission guidelines are and then follow them.
3. Know how soon the publisher responds. There are fewer faster ways to get into the slush pile, than by incessantly hounding a publisher about whether or not they have looked at your manuscript.
4. The submissions editor has about 10-15 minutes to look at your manuscript. It needs to really want to make them read more from the get go. Otherwise, into the slush pile it goes.
5. For electronically submitted manuscripts, we need to know what formats the publisher uses. If they can’t open our file, it doesn’t matter how good it is.
6. Write an effective Cover Letter. Tell why your book is first or best. Take as much time on the cover letter as you would on a chapter. If you’re in a writing group, let others read your cover letter before you submit it.
7. Number your pages.
8. If sent electronically, send it all in one file.
9. Write something fresh and new.
10. End each chapter with a hook that forces the reader to want to start the next chapter.
11. Write compelling characters.
12. Don’t reuse the same adverb too frequently. It frequently can become a frequent irritant if you do…
13. If you are using a regional dialect, use it sparingly.
14. Control your exclamation points! About one for every one hundred thousand words is probably sufficient.

She then discussed with us how to write a better book. “Broaden your horizons. Experience different aspects of life, and pay attention to the life that is going on around you,” she said.

Kathryn explained the importance of writing exercises. “Some times you need to write without the expectation of getting published.” She then went through several writing exercises with us. She gave us a starter sentence of, “As soon as he walked into the room he knew that his life was changed forever.” We then had to finish that thought. I wrote, “He almost heard a wicked witch cackle, ‘You’re not in Kansas anymore, Dorothy.’ Mold covered the walls in a hideous display…” That’s as far as I got before it was time to go on to the next writing exercise.

She gave us scenes that we needed to write including writing about coming to this conference from the perspective of our briefcase or purse. Those responses were all very humorous.

The ANWA Writers’ Conference was a wonderful experience. My thanks to all those that took of their time, tremendous talent, and patience to guide and instruct us. I was richly blessed by attending. I made new friends, and am looking forward already to attending next year’s conference.

Sunday, March 2, 2008

ANWA



ANWA Writers’ Conference – Line upon line

ANWA, which stands for American Night Writers Association, held their annual writers’ conference in Gilbert, AZ on Saturday March 1st.

ANWA is a LDS based writing organization for women. Thankfully for me, the conference was open to everyone, and I was relieved to see three other men besides myself attend, though even if I had to be the only man in a sea of women, it would've been worth it. Initially I felt a bit like a round peg trying to hide in a square hole, but all of the sisters there were very friendly, and not in the least bit dismayed by my presence. Quite to the contrary, every sister that I sat next to went out of her way to engage me in conversation as we shared our joy of writing with each other.

The first class that I attended was about Finding Your Voice, the presenter was Tristi Pinkston. Tristi is way cool. She is eloquent, funny, sincere, and inspirational, and she has the unique ability to be all of those things at the same time. Some of my notes from her class include:

A writer’s voice is not characters or style alone. It is your thumbprint that distinguishes your writing as truly yours. It is the words I choose to use; how I choose to string words together in sentences, the message that I want to get across; and my personality, that infuses everything I write.

To find your voice she asked, “Who are you when no one is looking?”

A theme that ran through the entire conference, and cited by Tristi, can be found in D&C 93:29, “Man was also in the beginning with God. Intelligence, or the light of truth, was not created or made, neither indeed can be.”

The core of our soul is eternal. Before coming to sojourn in mortality we developed aptitudes, talents, and abilities. We learned to write before we came here. The ability to write is a gift of the spirit.

She explained that the gift of tongues is the power of persuasion, and that writing is a part of the gift of tongues.

Some of my favorite quotes/paraphrases from Tristi include:

“When we feel the need to write it is our pre-mortal experiences and urges pulling us on.”

“If you have a righteous desire to write it is inspiration from Heavenly Father.”

She asked the group, “What keeps us from finding our voice?” Responses included, fear, anxiety, and doubts about our ability (or inability) to write.

She reminded us of the story in Moses 1 where the Lord gives Moses his marching orders and then Satan appears to Moses and tries to persuade Moses to follow him. However, Moses knew who he was, and whom he should follow. She emphasized that it is the adversary that whispers into our ears that we can’t write, or that we’re fat, ugly, and stupid. He will tell any lie he can to stunt our spiritual growth, and to deny us becoming who our Heavenly Father wants us to become.

Tristi confirmed that writing is hard and that rejection is a part of it. She admonished us though, “Don’t listen to those that will drag you down.” Quoting from Robert D. Hales she said, “God would approve and encourage us to use our talents.”

She also read to us a wonderful quote from Orson F. Whitney speaking to Zion:

[08] But what has all this to do with literature? you ask. More, perhaps, than is at first apparent. It is by means of literature that much of this great work will have to be accomplished: a literature of power and purity, worthy of such a work. And a pure and powerful literature can only proceed from a pure and powerful people. Grapes are not gathered of thorns. nor figs of thistles.
[09] I am not here, my friends, to tickle your ears with tinkling phrases, to deliver a learned lecture on Greek and Roman mythology: to quote Hebrew and Latin. and stun you with sound, and bewilder you with a pedantic display of erudition. No! Experience has taught me that it is the heart. not simply the head, we must appeal to, if we wish to stir the soul. The intellect may shine, but it is the bosom that burns, and warms into life every movement that is born to bless humanity. l, therefore, speak to your hearts, and I would rather say three words by the power of the Holy Ghost than lecture here for three hours on the fables of Greece and Rome.
[10] Wake up! ye sons and daughters of God! Trim your lamps and go forth to meet your distiny [sic]. A world awaits you: rich and poor, high and low, learned and unlearned. All must be preached to; all must be sought after; all must be left without excuse. And whither we cannot go, we must send; where we cannot speak we must write; and in order to win men with our writings we must know how and what to write. If the learned will only listen to the learned, God will send them learned men, to meet them on their own ground, and show them that "Mormonism," the Gospel of Christ, is not only the gospel of truth, but the gospel of intelligence and culture. The Lord is not above doing this. He is merciful to all men, not willing that any should perish. or have it to say they were unfairly dealt with. For over fifty years the gospel has been preached to the poor and lowly. It will yet go to the high and mighty, even to kings and nobles, and penetrate and climb to places hitherto deemed inaccessible. Our literature will help to take it there; for this, like all else with which we have to do, must be made subservient to the building up of Zion.
[11] But remember this, ye writers and orators of the future! It is for God's glory. not man's. Let not vanity and pride possess you. Without humility there is no power. You must be in earnest. You must feel what you write, if you wish it to be felt by others. If the words you speak are not as red-hot embers from the flaming forge of a sincere and earnest soul, they will never set on fire the souls of your hearers…
"Seek learning, even by study and also by faith."
The formation of a home literature is directly in the line and spirit of this injunction. Literature means learning, and it is from the "best books" we are told to seek it. This does not merely mean the Bible, the Book of Mormon, the book of Doctrine and Covenants, Church works and religious writings--though these indeed are "the best books," and will ever be included in and lie at the very basis of our literature. But it also means history, poetry, philosophy, art and science, languages, government--all truth in fact, wherever found. either local or general, and relating to times past, present or to come.

[16] It is from the warp and woof of all learning, so far as we are able to master it and make it ours, that the fabric of our literature must be woven. We must read, and think, and feel, and pray, and then bring forth our thoughts, and polish and preserve them. This will make literature.
[17] Above all things, we must be original. The Holy Ghost is the genius of "Mormon" literature. Not Jupiter, nor Mars, Minerva, nor Mercury. No fabled gods and goddesses; no Mount Olympus; no "sisters nine," no "blue-eyed maid of heaven"; no invoking of mythical muses that "did never yet one mortal song inspire." No pouring of new wine into old bottles. No patterning after the dead forms of antiquity. Our literature must live and breathe for itself. Our mission is diverse from all others; our literature must also be. The odes of Anacreon, the satires of Horace and Juvenal, the epics of Homer, Virgil, Dante and Milton; the sublime tragedies of Shakspeare [sic]; these are all excellent, all well enough in their way; but we must not attempt to copy them. They cannot be reproduced. We may read, we may gather sweets from all these flowers, but we must build our own hive and honeycomb after God's supreme design.
[18] We will yet have Miltons and Shakespeares of our own. God's ammunition is not exhausted. His brightest spirits are held in reserve for the latter times. In God's name and by his help we will build up a literature whose top shall touch heaven, though its foundations may now be low in earth. Let the smile of derision wreathe the face of scorn; let the frown of hatred darken the brow of bigotry. Small things are the seeds of great things, and, like the acorn that brings forth the oak, or the snowflake that forms the avalanche, God's kingdom will grow, and on wings of light and power soar to the summit of its destiny.

Tristi continued with, “Writing is a spiritual endeavor. Creation is spiritual, and writing is no exception.”

Discussing how to unleash our writer’s voice she said, “Your experience is the lens that you see life through…learn to write from your inner core of strength…Write from your places of pain. Write about a difficult and emotionally painful experience. Write everything, and then write how you got through it. Put your fear and joy into your writing…You need to be willing to say, ‘I don’t care if others laugh at my pain.’ When you put honesty into your writing the reader will sense it. When you write with honesty your words have power.”

I will continue writing my experiences from this amazing conference in future posts. At the moment however, I have to stop so I can go shower and then take my son out to collect fast offerings. Stay tuned.

Saturday, February 16, 2008

No Sex for 30 days and Overcoming Addiction

The following article caught my eye the other day. Initially I chuckled, and then it caused me to think of some of the peripheral values/issues involved:

TAMPA - A pastor has a new challenge for his parishioners. It involves sex - a subject that may be taboo in many congregations.
The Relevant Church in Tampa's Ybor City has issued a 30-day sex challenge.

"It's going to be tempting and awkward at the same time for sure," said parishioner Brent Cayson.

Single men and women can't have sex for 30 days, and married couples are urged to have it every day.

"If you look at studies, studies say in 30 days you can develop a habit," said Pastor Paul Wirth. It definitely caught wives in the church by surprise.

"Our married people are far more fearful than our single people," said Wirth.

"Sex is about more than intercourse and that's what we're trying to tell people," said church member Jarret Haas.

Wirth has found biblical references that he says suggest Jesus disapproved of pre-marital sex and promoted sex in marriage. So, he believes people connect to God through life-long commitment.

That's why he tells his single followers to abstain, and his married followers to indulge.

My Comments:
I have to concur with Pastor Wirth that scriptures suggest that we should abstain from pre-marital physical intimacy before marriage, and that we should engage in it after marriage. In fact, the scriptures are rather blunt on the subject. No physical intimacy before marriage made # 7 on Moses’ top ten list, i.e. Thou shalt not commit adultery. Conversely, The very first commandment that the Lord gave to Adam and Eve was, “Be fruitful and multiply.” See Genesis 1:28.

That said, the single members of his, or any congregation, should abstain not just for 30 days, but until they get married. I don’t think that I want to discuss how frequently married couples should share this intimacy, I’ll leave that to them.

Is it really feasible to believe that a habit that involves such powerful physical urges as this can be made in 30 days? If I stop any particular sin, or resist any given temptation for 30 days, does that mean that I shouldn’t be troubled with it ever again?

Let me say that I see persisting in any worthwhile behavior for 30 days as a good thing. If I was an aspiring writer struggling to find time to write, do I think that it would benefit me to get up an hour earlier than normal and to focus that time on writing for 30 days? Absolutely. It would help to develop a pattern that would become easier to do over time.

However, I would suggest that ceasing sin and temptation is a different matter. As it relates to singles, I think the issue above comes closer to how to overcome addiction.

The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints has wonderful addiction recovery programs for those that have sexual addictions, for those that have substance abuse problems, to any other kind of addiction you can think of. They have a manual to help those that desire to overcome addiction that can be found HERE.

It follows a 12 step program similar to AA and other groups. Its 12 steps are:

Step 1
Admit that you, of yourself, are powerless to overcome your addictions and that your life has become unmanageable.

Step 2
Come to believe that the power of God can restore you to complete spiritual health.

Step 3
Decide to turn your will and your life over to the care of God the Eternal Father and His Son,Jesus Christ.

Step 4
Make a searching and fearless written moral inventory of yourself.

Step 5
Admit to yourself, to your Heavenly Father in the name of Jesus Christ, to proper priesthood authority, and to another person the exact nature of your wrongs.

Step 6
Become entirely ready to have God remove all your character weaknesses.

Step 7
Humbly ask Heavenly Father to remove your shortcomings.

Step 8
Make a written list of all persons you have harmed and become willing to make restitution to them.

Step 9
Wherever possible, make direct restitution to all persons you have harmed.

Step 10
Continue to take personal inventory, and when you are wrong promptly admit it.

Step 11
Seek through prayer and meditation to know the Lord’s will and to have the power
to carry it out.

Step 12
Having had a spiritual awakening as a result of the Atonement of Jesus Christ, share this message with others and practice these principles in all you do.

As I read these steps, I am convinced that Heavenly Father and my Savior need to be part of the equation to overcome bad habits. First and foremost, I need to accept that I have an addiction, or bad habit that I want to overcome. And then, realize that reliance on the Savior is the key. One of my favorite quotes about changing behavior was made by President Boyd K. Packer, “I have long believed that the study of the doctrines of the gospel will improve behavior quicker than talking about behavior will improve behavior.”

I applaud Pastor Wirth’s desire to help his flock. I hope and pray that the Lord will bless them in their efforts to become more Christ-like.

More importantly, I encourage those that may be struggling with sin and temptations that seem overwhelming, to download the manual above and see if you can find value there.

For me, maybe I’ll start getting up an hour earlier each day for the next 30 days, to spend a little more time on my writing…

What are your thoughts?

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

3 Nephi 13:14-15



14 For, if ye forgive men their trespasses your heavenly Father will also forgive you;
15 But if ye forgive not men their trespasses neither will your Father forgive your trespasses.

(Book of Mormon | 3 Nephi 13:14 - 15)

I take great comfort in this passage. Heaven knows I have a lot that needs to be forgiven. Life is a journey. My hope is that at the end of it, as I look back over the stream of time from where I began, I will see progress that I’ve made in my quest to become closer to my Savior.

I hope that I will be able to see others, as my Savior sees them, and that by so doing will be able to feel the love for them that He feels; and not just for people that treat me kindly, but for everyone.

Like most, I can look at my life and see my weaknesses and strengths. On occasion, I have tried to list the people that have been hurt because of my weaknesses. A few of them I have contacted and asked for their forgiveness. Some of them had no memory at all of things that I had been carrying around for years. All were grateful that I made the effort.

The most amazing part of this experience was every time, after I had reached out to another and asked for forgiveness, (which frequently meant I had to forgive them too) I felt the Savior’s love and calming reassurance that He was aware of who I was, and that His love and forgiveness were also available to me.

What do you have to lose, other than perhaps the burden of carrying around anger, resentment, guilt, etc. that you have carried unnecessarily for far too long? This is not a project to aimlessly run into. It will take some pondering, thought, and prayer to know how to do it correctly. As you make a list of others you have harmed, if you’re like me, you’ll see the exact same names of people that have harmed you. First, you might need to be able to forgive them for their trespasses against you. Take it to the Lord in humble and sincere prayer. The Lord teaches us to pray for our enemies. At first, I just thought that meant that I should pray, “Lord, help me to forgive so and so for what he/she did to me.” I have found my ability to forgive others is enhanced, when I pray for them as fervently as I pray for myself. Praying for your enemies means praying on their behalf for the same things that you’re praying for yourself. As you do so, you’ll be amazed at the miracle of forgiveness that will flow gently into your life.

After I was able to forgive others that offended me, it became easier for me to reach out to them and ask for their forgiveness.

A reasonable person might want to ask, Why would I want to do this? The answer is FREEDOM. Freedom from anger, resentment, jealousy, bitterness, guilt, shame, etc. After I figured out how to forgive others, and to ask their forgiveness, I was ready to forgive myself for some of the knuckleheaded things I’ve done. And most importantly, I was able to feel my Savior’s forgiveness and love.

This can be a difficult thing to do, but great risks bring great rewards. If anyone wants to share personal experiences about this that might help others, please do so in the comments section.

Monday, January 14, 2008

--Quorum Unity through Superior Firepower—



On a cold and clear January morning, the McQueen 1st ward militia, aka, the Elders Quorum, caravanned to Casa Grande for a little cathartic mayhem.

Brother Steve Larson provided most of the weaponry which consisted of several fully automatic and semi-automatic rifles. Specifically:

Rifles:

2 x Heckler & Koch (HK) G36 .223/5.56x45mm
2 x HK MP5 .40SW/10mm – Suppressed
2 x HK 53 .223/5.56x45mm
1 Hydromatic (GM) M16A1 .223/5.56x45mm
3 Colt AR15 in various configs but all chambered in .223/5.56x45mm.

1 Romanian AK-47, .308 / 7.62x39

Tim had a single shot .204 with a telescope! It certainly was a beautiful rifle.

Handguns:

Steve had 5 Glocks in various sizes. A couple Glock 22's and his back-up gun a Glock 27 and maybe even a Glock 35. All chambered in .40SW
A SW Semi-auto in .40SW.
Mike C. had his Springfield XD-40 Compact
Tim had a 1911 .45ACP on his hip, but I didn’t get a look at it to know any more.
Tim had a Thompson Center Arms Contender w/ a .44Mag barrel.
A Sig Sauer P229 .40SW

3 Remington 870 shotguns with LE (18”) barrels.
1 HK MP5 9mm

Amped on sugar from the doughnuts we consumed, but even more by the awesome display of lethal hardware sitting serenely on the benches before us, we eagerly listened to Steve as he explained the intricacies of the machinery, and the safety that would be required of all of us.

Palpable excitement coursed through our veins as we watched Budge Johl step to the line, fully automatic rifle in hand. Steve explained the settings on the rifle, how it could be set to operate as a semi-automatic rifle, i.e. it would fire as quickly as you could pull the trigger, or switch the setting and two bullets would fire with a single squeeze; or, how it could be set to fully automatic and fire thirty rounds in less than two seconds. Budge first fired a single round, and then flipped the switch to fire two rounds at once, but the hooting and hollering began as he set the rifle to fully automatic and then discharged the remaining rounds in less time than it took me to type the words, “Good Golly!”

Rhys Childs followed Budge, and then quickly everyone wanted to experience the rush of shooting the automatic rifles.

Steve was quietly diligent as he kept a trained eye on the firing line. A tactical expert, he sacrificed his time, bullets, and shared his rifles, so that the rest of the quorum could have an extremely memorable experience.

President Ox showed all of us why you would never want to be on the opposing side of a well trained Marine in a firefight. He hit everything he aimed at. At two hundred yards, I witnessed him make a small box jump as he gently squeezed the trigger, time and again.

Thank you so much Steve for giving us the opportunity to build camaraderie and experience the thrill of shooting your weapons.

Dan

Friday, January 11, 2008

Why are you committed?

My wife had an interesting experience at work yesterday. Many of the ladies she was having lunch with all had coffee. Someone had made a run to Cinnabon for their special brew. One of the women noticed that Wendy didn't get any and asked why?

She responded that she was LDS, and that she didn't drink tea or coffee. The other women responded, "You Mormons are very committed to your faith. All of the Mormons I know seem very committed to their faith. Why is that?"

I have my thoughts on the subject, which I will share eventually, but I'd like to throw that out for response first. If you're LDS, why do you think that members of the church are so committed, and if you're not LDS, what is your impression of the LDS people you know? Do they appear to live their religion, or not?