Tuesday, February 26, 2013

DAY TWO HUNDRED THIRTY ONE - priesthood power

Isn’t it interesting how from the VERY onset of the day, Plan B jumps right into the mix. I woke up at a reasonable hour, had plans for lying in bed while reviewing my Sunday School lesson (turns out I had forgotten we weren’t having SS anyway, as it is Branch Conference today) when Loraine called out to me through by close door, reminding me it was a Fawlty Towers’ breakfast. I answered, ‘yes, I know, but, it’s Sunday and I don’t do Fawlty Towers, as I’ll be off to church soon’– to arrive on time. But, of course, I jumped out of bed to oblige. Malcolm, my friend amidst all this insanity, (even though many at church have alluded to the fact that they think HE’S the crazy one – religious zealot is what they’d say), came to collect me soon enough.

As today was conference for the Weymouth Branch, Poole England Stake, we had more than the usual amount of suited gentlemen up on the stand. (Had a chance to speak with each of the members of the Stake Presidency individually – Presidents Crew, Fairbanks, and Winkworth; they were just as upstanding and stalwart as you would imagine them to be.) Kind of nice to see all that priesthood authority – plus one lone sister:  Sister Moira Head, stake Relief Society president. (I told Brother Head, stake executive sec, and his wife, when I finally caught up with them, that I had had an eye out for them for over two months now. My friend Amanda back in Birmingham had told me to be on the lookout. Serving a mission in Birmingham, the Heads had been there when Martin got baptized, as well as in on the beginning of the Farley’s courtship. Brother Head had, in fact, stood in as Amanda’s ‘father’ at her and Nathaniel’s sealing, so they go WAY back. I was glad I finally had a chance to meet the couple she had spoken of so fondly.)

Our first speaker was our branch president, President Levi – hailing all the way from far off Long Island. (I just realized that the way residents of Long Island say their ‘long’ is the way ‘long’ is pronounced here. Hhm,  interesting.) He said that recently he had been feeling kind of sorry for himself – that he’d really been wondering if it was right thing that he’d been the one called upon to carry the load? He said he is signed up for a-scripture-a-day app, and at the time he was especially down, the scripture that had been delivered on that particular day was John 15:16, “ye have not chosen me, but I have chosen you . . .’ He said he took this as a sign that the Lord really was mindful of him. He added that Heavenly Father has a work for each of us to do.

The talks from the stake presidency, as well as from Sister Moira Head, were excellent – very spiritually uplifting. (In light of the proceedings of the day, it is obvious that our leaders have been admonished to instruct and encourage members of their local congregations in the areas they need the most.) One spoke of the rock that came from Portland, just next door – that the majority of London is built from Portland stone. ‘Similarly,’ he said, ‘through the years Weymouth has constituted the bedrock of the Poole Stake.’ Between speakers, the choir formed for this occasion – of which I was a member – performed the musical item. (I love how it is said that way instead of ‘musical number.’) We sang the hymn, Jesus, Lover of my Soul, to an older version of the melody. Kind of a cool idea – the early members of the church would have used very different tunes than we employ today.

Another member of the presidency stated that we are often the architects of our own downfall – that life will stretch us. He said further that we must put in the work – stick out the trial - if we expect to gain from it. President Crew, the stake president, remarked that as we make a greater effort, we grow. He spoke of the challenge that had been given at a recent regional leadership meeting, for units in England to double the attendance of active members – admittedly a goal that will require miracles to accomplish. He suggested, when considering the parable of the ten virgins, to think of the lamps as ‘the lamps of testimony’ and the oil as the ‘oil of conversion.’ In this illustration, it can be clearly seen that, rather than being selfish by not sharing, conversion is something that only we can do for ourselves – that it can be neither shared nor borrowed. Each individual must ‘buy’ for themselves, each person must be responsible to keep an ample supply of conversion on hand to replenish their testimony. That if we do not allow our supply to run dry, we will be in a much better position to strengthen and bless the lives of others.

The second session of the conference was a joint meeting for everyone, with the exclusion of the Primary, for the purpose of strengthening and uplifting the members of the branch. What followed was a discussion, led by President Fairbanks, of the goals recently set by our local and stake leaders, drawn from the leadership meeting mentioned above. The five specific areas included missionary service, Priesthood and Relief Society, temple, self-reliance (personal and family preparedness), as well as the well-being of the young men and young women, the future leaders of the church. 

In Relief Society, after the usual opening exercises, Sister Head and her counselor led the discussion. They were gratified to find that the stake brethren in sacrament meeting had ‘given’ the very messages they had prepared – meaning that it was confirmed to them that the communication they were prompted  to prepare REALLY was what the Lord had intended.  Our discussion centered on the difference between the terms, testimony and conversion. As Elder Bednar said, besides testimony we need our Saviour, revelation from God, repentance, ordinances and covenants, obedience, diligence, steadfastness, and endurance in faith to the end.

Following the three hour block I was able to enjoy my second ‘Munch and Mingle.’ Similar to the open house on Wednesday night to honor Joe, the environment of these get-togethers reminds me very much of how it is at a wedding reception – eating and chatting with people you enjoy visiting with. What a great opportunity for bonding – too bad the size of the usual ward back home would no doubt make an activity like this prohibitive.

For me, the conference had acted to renew my commitment, as well as enlarge my testimony. I really felt the spirit that had been brought by our priesthood and auxiliary leaders.








Peaceful grey sky and walls out my bedroom window, with red accents (a sure sign you're in England – exterior plumbing)