Thursday, June 15, 2017


It’s getting cramped in here… 
the nest we call America.

For the past few weeks from my dining room window, I have witnessed one of natures finest miracles.  Reproduction - up close and personal.  With great excitement, I peered at an unsuspecting mother robin tend her nest with tender care.  Each tiny and delicate bird, cloaked in velvet down, popped its head out of a carefully crafted nest in search of food.  As instinct dictates, their noisy and over-scaled beaks stretched forth with insistence that they each be heard and fed.

With each new dawn there was a marked and rapid change as eyes opened, their oversized beaks became more proportioned and down became feathers. Within a two week period, they were developed enough to leave the nest and doting care of their mother.  At one point, four - almost grown birds in a single nest made for a pretty tight squeeze.  When one bird moved the others were jostled around as each movement required a necessary accommodation by the other equally cramped birds.

My DSLR was left on my table for those two weeks as I stealthily stole as many action shots as were allowed by a suspicious mother.  Aside from the miracle of birth itself, was the miracle that these four birds somehow managed in a tight space taking turns being fed.  In two short weeks they all grew to a level of independence and were gone.

My husband and I recently saw the Broadway play Hamilton which stirred in me a remembrance of principles that passionately resulted in the creation of this great country.  As is depicted in the play, American politics from the beginning, have not been easy nor completely conciliatory.  However, there were some truths that emerged from the collective efforts of those founding fathers and many others who have given time, effort and their own lives to make our country work.  One of the great truths that emerged was that of unity.

The correlation between my two week bird observation and the current state of American politics seems fairly profound.  Sometimes, it feels mighty cramped and not much room for us in the grand scheme of democracy.  However, I am reminded of the words from a song written by one of the Founding Fathers John Dickinson called “The Liberty Song.”  It was first published in the  Boston Gazette in July 1768 and a portion of the lyrics are familiar to us all…  

“Then join hand in hand, brave Americans all!  By uniting we stand, by dividing we fall!” 

Patrick Henry, also one of the founding fathers, through passionately clasped hands and a steady and unwavering stance repeated these words,

Let us trust God, and our better judgment to set us right hereafter.  United we stand, divided we fall.  Let us not split into factions which must destroy that union upon which our essence hangs.

It was through a truly united faction that these UNITED States won independence against a much stronger and better organized Great Britain.  Many have written about the miraculous defeat of that great power and it is fairly undisputed how our scrappy, underfed and ill troops could pull off such a defeat without divine intervention. 

United we stand, divided we fall.  What have we forgotten about those words of power and strength?  There were converging ideas, differing opinions, cultures and traditions coming together then as there are now.  Hungry and noisy beaks are open with necks outstretched as each group demands their fair share, then and now.  We needed to be reminded during the inception of this great nation that we all win when we unite together, and without that united front we all fail.  With that failure comes vulnerability, bitterness, hatred and in many cases death.

Abraham Lincoln centered his speech in 1858 when running against Stephen Douglas on the analogy of a “house divided” in illustrating the need for a universal decision as related to slavery.  We all know the human toll of that division calling for a civil war.

There is room for everyone in the nest.  We might feel cramped, have our feathers ruffled and may even feel that we are not getting our share of worms.  However, we can make it work.  We can stand united in cause, in spite of our differences, as we search for common ground.  

It was not easy in the beginning and we have a great deal of history that suggests it has not been easy along the way, but there are plenty of examples to prove that it is possible.  

Eleanor Roosevelt sums it up quite nicely and her message could not be more on point than it is now, 

Pit race against race, religion against religion, prejudice against prejudice. Divide and conquer!  We must not let that happen here.

The ancient Greek storyteller, Aesop uses a phrase that is similarly repeated in the Greek version of the New Testament in Mark 3:25,

 And if a house be divided against itself, that house cannot stand.

My plea is not meant to remain silent or even to agree, my plea is to seek common ground as we wrestle for solutions to difficult problems.  My plea is to do so with civility and respect with a confidence that there will be a forum for difference without persecution and disrespect.  If all the collective energy that is being used currently for faultfinding and division were channeled into solutions, there is not a problem we could not tackle.

Our necks are collectively outstretched for survival.  May we all try a little harder to wrestle together to keep everyone in this remarkable nest that has withstood the test of time, the storms of man and nature and the multiple battles fought and won. 

Monday, January 2, 2017

Under Renovation

My temptation is to be officially closed for renovation until further notice.  The beginning of 2017 has proved necessary to implement my own personal renovation or shakedown.  A renovation is the act of modernizing, overhauling, revamping or updating.   A shakedown, for all practical purposes, is the intent to test a new system under different operating conditions.

Let me explain.  My childhood was spent with two lovely grandmothers.  My paternal grandmother was the most doting, sweet and involved woman a child could hope to call Grandma.  She had us sleep over every Friday night, came to everything we ever did and even had a drawer in her kitchen devoted to our favorite things.  She was named appropriately, Grace.

My maternal grandmother was not nearly as enamored with her role as grandma.  We stayed with her only when she could not quickly think of a reason why we couldn’t.  She found every activity for us to do that required outside play, in spite of mosquitos the size of dogs, and we could only eat dry macaroni in her house.  Yummy!

Interestingly enough, I had a great deal of fondness and admiration for both.  Having said that, I decided long ago that when I had the opportunity to be a grandma, I was going to be Grandma Grace hands down!

There is rarely a day that goes by that I don’t get to see or interact with one of my three grandchildren.  They light up the room when they enter, and my soul when they speak.  Whenever I take their tiny hands in mine, I feel like I am in a corner of heaven.

As a grandma, I do ridiculous things I did not do as mother.  I am not sure if that puts me further ahead or further behind, but we have had our share of fun.  We eat popcorn on papa’s side of the bed while watching movies.  We raised quail in the shower because they had to learn to fly if we were going to turn them out into the big harsh world. Our art projects include scissors, pins, glue and “heaven forbid” glitter.

My little grandchildren are just learning to play together and they look forward to the next time they will see each other.  It was all working out for me to live the life that Grandma Grace lived with my sisters and me, until now.  My little sidekick and his brand new baby brother are moving to Michigan.  My little Harper may also be moving to the far end of the valley.  Having contact with them will not be the daily indulgence I am used to - resulting in a course correction or shakedown - a renovation.

Grandma Grace was hands on.  She was not remote Grandma, Skype Grandma or UPS Grandma.  We played dress up in her amazing closet, hide and seek in her haunted basement, giggled at the sight of her girdles in every color and ate marshmallow peanuts after dinner.  She taught me to knit, she helped me sew and bought me a piano so that I could aggravate a string of piano teachers.  

A life different from that is difficult to wrap my head around.  I can’t even talk about it without tearing up just a little.  Of course, most people live away from their families and they seem to manage, so I am sure I will too.

Talents, gifts of expression, and precious time are 
exhausted in swimming against too many tides. 
- James E. Faust

I was recently impressed by an article in The Atlantic.   A theory was tested on the notion that anxiety could be changed to excitement by using three little words - I am excited.  The idea is that both anxiety and excitement are aroused emotions with accelerated heart rates and release of cortisol, the stress regulating hormone.  It is, therefore, much easier to transition from a state of anxiety to one of excitement than to calm body functions taking one from anxiety all the way to calm.

The words “I am excited”  change negative emotions that create a sense of threat or focus on what is wrong with a situation to opportunity, a positive emotion focusing on good things to come.  Some studies suggest improvement in ability increased between 17-22% after merely believing in excitement rather than accepting anxiety.  Sounds almost too simple to be true, but what could it hurt?

Okay then,  I am excited for what lies ahead.  My personal renovation is a shift from having things how I hoped, to having things as they are.  It can’t be changed, nor do I really want it to.  I am equally as excited for my kids opportunity and growth as I am mourning the loss of being Grandma Grace for all my grandkids.

Nobody can go back and start a new beginning, but anyone 
can start today and make a new ending. — Maria Robinson

Each year, I decide on a theme around which my New Year’s resolutions are set.  Obviously, this year must be “Under Renovation.”  At the beginning of a brand new year, I have much to be excited about.   Opportunities before me are countless.  I can and will modernize, revamp and overhaul some of my roles.  Since my operating system has changed, I will quickly test out my adjusted system.  I will take the best of Grandma Grace and Grandma Wilma and send boxes and boxes of marshmallow peanuts (do they still make those?) and dried macaroni. 

I had not even considered the possibility, but does UPS deliver to Houghton, Michigan?

Happy New Year!
May we all be excited about the opportunities and challenges that lie ahead.  We are better people because of them - so I have been told.

photo credit: HSD backdrops
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Friday, September 9, 2016

“Sikaab'e" - Find Your Path

Sikaab'e is a Q'eqchi'  word that means “find your path.”   Q'eqchi' is one of the many languages used by indigenous people throughout Guatemala of Mayan decent.  Sikaab'e is a message of an inner commitment; a dedication to finding purpose in our mortal journey.  It is a beautiful message of hope in a land with limited choices and opportunity.

Whether it was good fortune, providence, or just plain luck of the draw, an acquaintance was made in summer of 1980 that has proved to be one of my life’s greatest blessings.  For the next three years I would draw from a deep well of both knowledge and spirit.  I worked for a Provo dentist who would become not only one of my greatest mentors but his entire family would become lifelong friends.  All those many years ago, Dr. Roy had the philosophy of

“Feed a man a fish - he will eat for a day.
 Teach a man to fish - he will eat for a lifetime.”  

With my limited twenty-year old comprehension, I thought I understood what that meant.

In the eastern highlands of Guatemala, my understanding of this philosophy recently took a quantum leap as I witnessed, first hand, how this idea has become a lifelong mission for this visionary dentist.  Based on this notion of sustainability, Dr. Roy Hammond has trained men and women around the world in extreme rural situations in basic dental skills.  Infected teeth not only cause pain but are the source of unchecked infection that can be life threatening if left untreated.  Villagers are at increased risk due to very limited dental care as well as education about oral health.

Sebastian is an indigenous, Q'eqchi' speaking Guatemalan man who was blessed with such an acquaintance several years ago that changed his life.  He was selected for his leadership abilities and a strong work ethic to be trained as a rural dentist by Dr. Roy.  His tutelage began with simple extractions, sanitation and oral hygiene education. Over the years, Sebastian's training has been expanded to include more difficult extractions and on this particular trip his education expanded to include simple ceramic filings.  

He is a village professional, he is loved and respected.  He is striving to keep his fellow villagers out of pain and free of infection.  He is a humble servant who has never forgotten his good fortune in this vision of humanitarian work and has worked diligently to develop a vocation to provide for his family.

Much of the world lives in poverty.  By definition the word poor means “worse than is usual, expected, or desirable; of a low or inferior standard or quality.”  Some of the world lives in extreme poverty. The World Bank reports that 10% of the world’s population lives under $1.90 per day (U.S. dollars).  This is the new standard for extreme poverty.  

In a profound way, I realized that the eastern highlanders might fall under the definition of extreme poverty but they are not poor.  They are rich in the things that matter; they have mothers and fathers that love them.  They belong to families that care about them.  They believe in God and have a sense of community.  What they don’t have are opportunities and choices.  They are less fortunate when it comes to the power to make productive changes for their families and in their quality of life.  

There is no wealth but life. ~ John Ruskin

Diego, the young village doctor delivered a baby a few days prior to our arrival and told the father that the mother had “lost the light in her eyes” and needed to go to the hospital because of significant blood loss.  They opted to let her die at home rather than in the hospital.  Rural settings don’t have blood banks and options for serious infection.  They also don’t have adequate education to teach people there are options in health care.  While we were in the highlands, this young mother passed away - completely preventable in the United States and likely preventable in Guatemala if the family had been educated about services that hospitals can provide.  Few choices; limited access; few opportunities; lack of education; - that is what makes people poor.

My heart broke as I assisted a dentist who treated a thirty-seven year old mother whose six front teeth were so infected that they could not be saved. It spite of diligently trying to save one of them, they all needed extractions.  Thirty seven years “young” with no options, no choices and not very many teeth.

On a beautiful green, jungle covered hillside in eastern Guatemala there is some good work happening to promote hope, opportunities and education.  Not only a Q'eqchi' word, Sikaab'e is the name of a technical training vocational institution built by Sikaab'es first graduating class of masonry students.  The vision and construction of this school is through direction and funding of CHOICE Humanitarian and its partners with the mission of helping villagers help themselves through a variety of vocational and agricultural training. Young and old are learning 
the art of masonry and construction, agricultural skills, culinary skills,  and animal husbandry.  They are learning a new path; one that includes education and options.  They are learning the beautiful and enduring concept of hope.

“Once you choose hope, anything is possible.”                                                                                                    ~ Christopher Reeve

My valuable lesson of Sikaab'e will not be soon forgotten.  Through good luck or good fortune, I  have been surrounded with individuals who have developed their own unique and wonderful paths.  However, what is my path at this stage of my life?  As I walk my path, how can I include others to find their path?  Where much is given, much is required and I do not take that lightly and feel it is worthy of serious contemplation and action.  That is my challenge - “Sikaab'e.”

 For additional information visit:
Smiles For Life - Teeth whitening with all proceeds helping underprivileged children.
CHOICE Humanitarian -
On A Dollar a Day Documentary -

Thursday, February 18, 2016

Reduce, Reuse and Recycle...My Responsibility or My Reward?

Reduce, Reuse and Recycle…
My Responsibility or My Reward?
On a balmy summer afternoon five years ago a young German girl walked off an airplane at the Salt Lake International airport.  Accompanying her were two suitcases and boundless enthusiasm for a foreign exchange experience in our home.  That subsequent school year would be one that neither she nor our family would ever forget.  

Knowing Salt Lake City was the home of her host family, Jenny considered it likely that this family was Mormon.  After a quick, but frightening Google search about Mormons, she was not quite sure if her wardrobe would consist of an Easter egg colored long dress or if she would be able to wear her hair in anything other than a long french braid.  With very little information about the place she would call home for nine months, her courage ultimately overcame her apprehension.

When it was all said and done, we had more in common than we had differences. Yet, a significant difference was quickly apparent to me between our American lifestyle and her German one. That difference was in the level of personal consumption.  Germans don’t have Costco, they actually have very few big box stores, they don’t drive 80 miles for a birthday party, they don’t decorate their homes at Christmas-time like Clark Griswold and they certainly don’t buy powdered sugar in 25 lb. bags…just to name a few!

Everything is disposable in America - a single use and into the trash it goes. For the first time I became quite self conscience of how much plastic and packaging we use at every turn.  My explanation was that although we may use a great deal, we always recycle - Gulp!  Our garbage cans that we haul to the curb each and every week are just slightly smaller than many German automobiles and the “more consciences” Americans have two cans; one for refuse and the other for recycling.  Well, aren’t we something!  

As we tried to represent our American ways with our best foot forward, there were many things that were truly impressive; but how we treat our planet was not one of them.  Our level of consumption is excessive and so is our waste.  Not only did we pretend to eat a large variety of vegetables instead of sweets, but those same vegetables became the garbage we threw away each week because we just didn’t get to them.  Eating out, of course - we are busy people!  As Americans, we overindulge, overspend, overeat….just to name a few!

Because of this numbing and embarrassing situation, I was shamed into making a few changes.  The notion to leave a smaller carbon imprint landed solidly on my radar.  The differences between our disposable world juxtaposed against cultures with very little actual waste is staggering - even in other highly developed countries. Americans have not always been like this.  Is the “God of convenience” our new master?  Have we lost our common sense making “urgent things important” rather than “important things urgent”?  Have we dismissed responsibility altogether? 

A devotional given back in 1983 at BYU by Ruth E. Brasher asked very pertinent questions for our time. 

“Am I rich?  The answer depends on the comparative   basis I choose to use - but in my heart I know that I have enough of this world’s material blessings and that I will be accountable for my use of them.  Are you rich?  Do you have enough and some to spare?  How can that determination be made?  When we use more than our share of the earth’s resources, are we rich or are we greedy, or are we both rich and greedy?  Are we greedy in our demands?  Are we accountable?"

The Pope recently published his new encyclical, Laudato Si where he admonished all of humanity, and not just those of the Catholic faith, to focus on “intergenerational solidarity…and reflect on our accountability before those who will have to endure the dire consequences” if we continue to overuse and abuse the world’s diminishing resources.  

Did you know that the average American dinner table contains food from five different countries?  A great deal of energy is used to bring that food to our tables.  Is this putting energy to its best and most effective use?  Just because “we can” does not mean “we should” continue to use more than our fair share of earthly treasures.  What will we leave for our children and grandchildren?  Will we be able to say that we have been good stewards?  Have we been greedy?  If we have, and I would say that most Americans have (by the world’s standards), is it too late to do be redeemed?

For the first time last year our community offered a green can for yard trimmings and compostable items.  Europeans have composted for years and even levy fines if you don’t.  My curiosity provoked an experiment to see just how little waste we could generate using our new green can.  My husband and I started out with the obvious yard clippings and grass; graduating to table scraps and all those vegetables we continue to buy with optimism and good intentions. 

While I am not necessarily proud that the two of us living in this home have three garbage cans; I was surprised at how much of our trash was in the green and blue cans.  Imagine what a difference it would make if most families cut their real garbage by one third?  My experiment turned into a bit of a personal challenge to see how little rubbish I had left over for the black can.

Our family has made some strides - not perfection, but progress.  However, I feel incensed every time I pull my energy report from my mailbox showing me that I consume 70% more than all my neighbors.  Greedy, irresponsible gluttonous members of humanity!  Really???  Who are they comparing us to - the multiple apartments in our area?  

How is this possible?  We are empty nesters, we only run one of our two furnaces, we watch very little t.v., and don’t even listen to the radio.  We turn off our lights and use those ridiculously ugly spiral lightbulbs that make us appear ten years older than we really are.   Does our 35 year old freezer push us over the edge of glutinous energy consumption?  It is hard to justify replacing a trusty appliance with a new appliance that is only made to last 5 years or so.  Where do all those appliances go?  Don’t they fill up the landfill just like everything else?

Conservation is ultimately left to individuals.  Unfortunately, we are not required to take many measures to insure the health of this planet.  The reminders are not consistent, nor do they provide us with enough beneficial information.  That energy report could list a few different things each month to help to educate me in ways to improve.  While inadequate, there are enough reminders.   I can and will do better!  A little research produced many ideas of small things we can do to improve.  Never underestimate the power of many people engaged in small ways.  

“…that by small and simple things are great things brought to pass…”
~Alma 37:6

A recent interview with a New York City woman (who adopted a lifestyle that produces absolutely no waste) offered a brilliant solution - or at least a place to start.  She suggested that you look through your garbage and see what is actually there.  What clues can be found in your very own trash can?  

Could washable rags or microfiber cloths be substituted for mass quantities of paper towels?  Would air drying your hands in a restroom rather than drying with paper serve the same purpose?  How about eliminating paper plates and plastic utensils?  Terminating junk mail by emailing   Reusable shopping and produce bags?  Installing dimmer switches to customize need?  Refills instead of a new paper or plastic cup with every drink purchase?  This is my personal walk of shame.  I could probably circle the entire planet twice with cups lined end on end. 

Below you will find several links with a great deal of information to help customize a plan should you choose to jump on this bandwagon of going forward with kindness toward our planet.  I am not suggesting that we can all live making our own deodorant and brushing our teeth with bamboo toothbrushes, but I would venture to say that we can all do better.  How?  A little effort, a little commitment, a little progress, a little responsibility…just to name a few!  

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Wednesday, February 10, 2016

Knowledge, Skepticism and the Gift of Faith - The Faith Crisis in America

Knowledge, Skepticism and the Gift of Faith
The Faith Crisis in America

My father spent his entire career working in the Aerospace industry.  In spite of various federal space contracts and military type security, during the mid to late 1960’s, his company had a “bring your family to work day.”  It was the only time I remember the public being privy to tour that working facility. 

Just prior to this visit, a significant acquisition had been made of a new computer; catapulting them into a new and modern age of technology.  To this day, I remember nothing about my father’s work or his office, but I do remember that computer.   Over a million dollars worth of spinning reels stacked in glass and metal boxes coughed out a steady stream of cards punched with tiny holes.  This futuristic paper spewing dragon took up an entire large room and my dad’s colleagues were nothing short of giddy as they explained all it could do. 

Just to give you the down low; computers in those days had approximately 512 K of storage.  Today’s ordinary android phone has 300,000 times more storage and an ordinary MacBook Air has more than 1,000,000 times more storage than computers from that era.  Computers in 1958 had a single transistor per circuit compared to 9 million transistors per square millimeter in today’s world. The cost of our modern devices range anywhere from a few hundred dollars to a few thousand. This exponential growth in electronics has doubled every two years or so and the explanation of how that happens is way over my head!  Google it!

If someone had told those computer scientists that in forty short years one or more computers would be in most American homes, would they have believed it? Would it have scrambled their brains to know that phones owned by children would have 300,000 times more capacity than the single million dollar computer that filled their small gymnasium? Could they have comprehended such things? Would they have said it could not be done?  Or, would they have been open to the notion of “possibility” of things believed but not seen?

A crisis of faith exists in America. Approximately 8% of the population between 2007 - 2014 (mostly youth) have left ideas of faith and God behind while striving to understand their place in the world. The postwar era of the 1920’s and 1930’s saw a similar downturn; where cynicism and disillusionment overcame hope.  This recent national crisis of faith spills into the LDS faith as well.

For many faith is being challenged and edged out by secular learning minimizing the need to be drawn to spirituality and prayer.  I think we can all agree that science plays a crucial role in our understanding of our world and universe.  Yet, many rely on the notion that if you can’t see it or prove it, it doesn’t exist - evidence is necessary to believe.  Why is this so?  It seems like an open mind would also be open to possibilities of things not yet seen or that do not yet exist.

For example, with no vision to see beyond established scientific theories, mankind might still believe that the world is flat or that California is an island.  We might still be convinced that the universe is static; neither expanding or contracting.  Wouldn’t we be wise to entertain all possibility of things we cannot presently see - to truly have an open mind regardless of whether it is based in science or in faith?

Science is only one reason that some are departing from God and religious notions.  Some are disillusioned with the imperfect nature and conduct of man; be it modern man or historical record of man.  History is not finite.  Historical facts have more clarity as we study context for the times in which they were written.  So often events are skewed when we overlay our current understanding onto a historical situation. 

Prophets beginning with Adam were flawed and many of them lived through periods where their behavior is not what we would expect from a leader; let alone a prophet of God.   “Mere men” have been asked throughout the ages to lead God’s children and point them back to Him.  All the prophets have been on their own mortal journeys as well.  What a tremendous amount of pressure!  The most humble servants seem to understand their responsibility and express inadequacy in their roles.  To expect in them perfection from man or from God, would be intolerant of allowing them their own earthly test.

“ When God makes the prophet, He does not 
unmake the man.”  ~ David O. McKay  

Moroni himself asks readers of the Book of Mormon to “condemn me not because of mine imperfection neither my father, because of his imperfection, neither them who have written before him.”  Joseph Smith wrote of himself in his history that at times he engaged in behaviors “not consistent with that character which ought to be maintained by one who was called of God as I had been.”  (Joseph Smith History 1:28)  From prophets down to the lowliest of followers of Christ, we all strive, fall short and use the Atonement of Christ to fulfill the Plan of Salvation.  

The sword of tolerance cuts both ways for followers as well as leaders.  I would assume those least tolerant of the Prophets of God are often loudest when it comes to insisting on tolerance for individuals whose ideas and lifestyle vary from societal and cultural norms.  Tolerance begets patience, patience begets forgiveness and forgiveness allows for charity - across the board!  Period.

Living in the information age is epic and my head spins almost every day when I realize the golden egg at my fingertips. Not only do we have an ability to look with a great detail at any subject, but also to delve deeply into historical events.  We find much more than mere historical accounts focusing on the good, the positive and the inspiring - the side of ourselves we want the world to see.  There continues to be much more disclosure.  We now have access to the good, the bad and the ugly.  Journals and historical accounts bring very authentic struggles to light for us to examine like never before.  

Real life feelings and experiences can be, at times very raw and unsettling.  Yet great lessons can be learned from authentic accounts of those who came before us devoid of any omissions.  As such, they more closely parallel our own real struggles.  We are not alone in our trials, our imperfections or our ability to overcome.

Neal A. Maxwell, an LDS Apostle admonished us that we need not shy away from difficult issues.  “As religious people we should create an atmosphere where questions can be aired and discussions held about important issues without shame, condemnation and alienation.” 

In helping us ground our Christian beliefs, blogger Christopher Hutton wrote “Doubt becomes the catalyst to a proper questioning of anything and everything. This questioning acts as a sharpening stone, allowing us to test and reveal whether or not our beliefs about things hold up to logic, to the physical world, and to general and special revelation.” 

              'Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge?  Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?’ - T.S. Elliot

With so much available information, don’t we need to learn to sift through it with an appropriate level of discernment?  Have you ever consulted Dr. Google?  If we believed everything we read, we would all have one foot in the grave with no remaining hope for a future.  It is only with a keen and careful eye that we can take the best from what we find and examine how it dovetails with what we already know.  It is only then that we can apply the information to make it useful, positive and productive.

Although useful at times, skepticism and doubt can also be an enemy to faith.  Pres. Dieter F. Uchtdorf suggests “there is nothing noble or impressive about being cynical.  Skepticism is easy - anyone can do it.  It is the faithful life that requires moral strength, dedication, and courage…just because we cannot see something with our physical eyes does not mean it doesn’t exist.”  

As thinking people, how do we navigate the need for a healthy dose of questioning while preserving the faithful path we desire?  How do we teach our children to develop critical thinking skills and learn to walk in faith?  Are these two ideas really oppositional?

Absolutely not.  We can handle the truth.  We can accept the shortcomings and failings of real men and women.  Doubting, questioning and even a little skepticism need not be debilitating.  We do not need to be incapacitated as questions arise.  Rarely is anything in this life all one way or another.  The truth often lies in the middle.  Looking at extremes in anything does not usually define the whole.  

As more information is brought to light our perspectives will continue to change over time.  To be open to that notion helps us to have vision, to believe in possibility, and to ultimately develop faith as we exercise patience in the process.  Eternity is a very long time.  Isn’t it worth doing right?  

In a fascinating read by Patrick Q. Mason, Planted: Belief and Belonging in an Age of Doubt, Mason suggests that doubt is essential in our contemporary spiritual condition. “Doubt can therefore operate as faith’s partner as much as its enemy, depending on our response to it.  People can (and most do) hold both faith and doubt in their minds and hearts simultaneously.” 

“In this Church what we know will always trump what we do not know.  
And remember, in this world, everyone is to walk by faith.”  ~Jeffrey R. Holland

In a talk to the membership of the LDS church, Pres. Dieter F. Uchtdorf so eloquently reassured those who question and doubt,  “It’s natural to have questions—the acorn of honest inquiry has often sprouted and matured into a great oak of understanding. There are few members of the Church who, at one time or another, have not wrestled with serious or sensitive questions. One of the purposes of the Church is to nurture and cultivate the seed of faith—even in the sometimes sandy soil of doubt and uncertainty. Faith is to hope for things which are not seen but which are true.” 

“My dear friends—please, first doubt 
your doubts before you doubt 
your faith. We must never allow 
doubt to hold us prisoner and 
keep us from the divine love, peace, 
and gifts that come through 
faith in the Lord Jesus Christ.” 
- Dieter F. Achtdorf

We are not powerless in juggling skepticism and faith.  We have been given tools.  These tools and approaches to finding truth will be as varied as the individual that implements them.  The trick is in the balance with an ample dose of patience and compassion with ourselves and others in that supernal search for truth.

The older I get, the more I appreciate and the less threatened I am with diversity.  Varying perspectives and ideas make up a rich tapestry of life experiences to cloak humanity with wisdom and reflection.  Extrapolations from authentic and sometimes gut-wrenching experiences lift me from my own struggles giving me quiet inspiration and abounding hope.  Any compassion I show for those who fall short of the mark will hopefully come back and be offered to me as I continually fall and stumble in my own mortal journey.    

Let’s end where it all started with James 1:5 “if any  of you lacks wisdom, let him ask of God, that giveth to all men liberally and upbraideth not; and it shall be given him.”

Additional reading:

Planted: Belief and Belonging in an Age of Doubt, Patrick Q. Mason

“Come Join With Us,” by Dieter F. Uchtdorf

“Lord I Believe,” by Jeffrey R. Holland

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