I read this last night after a long run and felt like it applied so well to the things I'm going through. I especially loved the story about the "young merchant from Boston." I can relate and often find myself caught up in my own gold rush; however, I am earnestly working to be more aware of what I'm doing and seeking after so that I don't end up in a place I didn't want to be.
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"Finding Joy Through Loving Service" - M. Russell Ballard
--Against this beautiful backdrop of spring and its symbolism of hope, there is a world of uncertainty, complexity, and confusion. The demands of everyday life—education, jobs, raising children, Church administration and callings, worldly activities, and even the pain and sorrow of unexpected illness and tragedy—can wear us down. How can we free ourselves from this tangled web of challenges and uncertainties to find peace of mind and happiness? (I have certainly felt this lately and am almost surprised how easy it is to get swept up and distracted and consumed with things that feel urgent and pressing but may not be as important as they seem to be, especially with an eternal perspective.)
--Oftentimes we are like the young merchant from Boston, who in 1849, as the story goes, was caught up in the fervor of the California gold rush. He sold all of his possessions to seek his fortune in the California rivers, which he was told were filled with gold nuggets so big that one could hardly carry them. (Again, I can totally relate - sometimes, I feel as though I am very much caught up in the fervor of success and innovation and praise/popularity.)
--Day after endless day, the young man dipped his pan into the river and came up empty. His only reward was a growing pile of rocks. Discouraged and broke, he was ready to quit until one day an old, experienced prospector said to him, “That’s quite a pile of rocks you are getting there, my boy.”
--The young man replied, “There’s no gold here. I’m going back home.”
--Walking over to the pile of rocks, the old prospector said, “Oh, there is gold all right. You just have to know where to find it.” He picked two rocks up in his hands and crashed them together. One of the rocks split open, revealing several flecks of gold sparkling in the sunlight.
--Noticing a bulging leather pouch fastened to the prospector’s waist, the young man said, “I’m looking for nuggets like the ones in your pouch, not just tiny flecks.” (This reminds me of an article I read recently in the NYT about unhappiness and not getting what we want. I wonder how to shoot for the stars but still be humble enough in my desires that I don't end up feeling unsatisfied or extremely disappointed.)
--The old prospector extended his pouch toward the young man, who looked inside, expecting to see several large nuggets. He was stunned to see that the pouch was filled with thousands of flecks of gold.
--The old prospector said, “Son, it seems to me you are so busy looking for large nuggets that you’re missing filling your pouch with these precious flecks of gold. The patient accumulation of these little flecks has brought me great wealth.”
--Brothers and sisters, the gospel of Jesus Christ is simple, no matter how much we try to make it complicated. We should strive to keep our lives similarly simple, unencumbered by extraneous influences, focused on those things that matter most.
--I believe there is one simple but profound—even sublime—principle that encompasses the entirety of the gospel of Jesus Christ. If we wholeheartedly embrace this principle and make it the focus of our lives, it will purify and sanctify us so we can live once again in the presence of God.
--“Jesus said unto him, Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind. This is the first and great commandment. And the second is like unto it, Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself” (Matthew 22:36–40).
--The love the Savior described is an active love. It is not manifested through large and heroic deeds but rather through simple acts of kindness and service. (YES!)
--I remember as a bishop working alongside several active members of my ward as we cleaned out the silage pit at the stake welfare farm. This was not a pleasant assignment! A less-active brother who had not been to church for many years was invited to join with us. Because of the love and fellowship he felt with us as we worked and talked in that smelly silage pit, he came back to church and was later sealed in the temple to his wife and his children. Our fellowship through service has blessed his children, grandchildren, and now great-grandchildren. Many of them have served missions, have married in the temple, and are raising an eternal family—a great work wrought by a simple act, a small fleck of gold.
--In all of our service, we need to be sensitive to the promptings of the Holy Ghost. The still, small voice will let us know who needs our help and what we can do to help them.
--President Thomas S. Monson has counseled:
“The needs of others are ever present, and each
of us can do something to help someone. … Unless we lose ourselves in service
to others, there is little purpose to our own lives” (“What Have I Done for
Someone Today?” Liahona andEnsign, Nov. 2009, 85).
The prophet Mormon taught us the supreme
importance of this gift and told us how we can receive it: “Wherefore, my
beloved brethren, pray unto the Father with all the energy of heart,
that ye may be filled with this love, which he hath bestowed upon all who are
true followers of his Son, Jesus Christ; that ye may become the sons of
God; that when he shall appear we shall be like him, for we shall see him
as he is; that we may have this hope; that we may be purified even as he is
pure” (Moroni 7:48).
