Over the years I have filled notebooks and journals with handwritten notes in many areas of scripture study. An illness has changed the pattern of my days, and I find myself with hours to reflect and contemplate. Often as I lay awake at night a memory or thought will surface; hence the title of this blog. I have tried to capture and organize thoughts that have helped along my path. The entries are random. Using the labeling system or search function should help.
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
“Never
did the Savior give in expectation. I know of no case in his life in which
there was an exchange. He was always the giver, seldom the recipient. Never did
he give shoes, hose, or a vehicle; never did he give perfume, a shirt, or a fur
wrap. His gifts were of such a nature that the recipient could hardly exchange
or return the value. His gifts were rare ones: eyes to the blind, ears to the
deaf, and legs to the lame; cleanliness to the unclean, wholeness to the
infirm, and breath to the lifeless. His gifts were opportunity to the downtrodden,
freedom to the oppressed, light in the darkness, forgiveness to the repentant,
hope to the despairing. His friends gave him shelter, food, and love. He gave
them of himself, his love, his service, his life. The wise men brought him gold
and frankincense. He gave them and all their fellow mortals resurrection,
salvation, and eternal life. We should strive to give as he gave. To give of
oneself is a holy gift.” (Spencer W. Kimball, The Wondrous Gift, Salt Lake City: Deseret Book Co.,
1978, p. 2.)
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