The last time I gave a talk I tried quoting blink-182 as a way to get out of giving more, but, as you can see, that didn't work. I still got the call. When I got asked to speak by Scott Layne earlier this week, I asked if there was anything he thought I should speak on. His response was that there wasn't a specific topic, but that it was near Thanksgiving and to keep that in mind. I have, but it is a difficult subject to write about. So, as Elder Bednar usually says at the beginning of his General Conference talks, “I pray that the Holy Ghost will teach you and me.” I decided to speak on parts of my life and my experiences that I am grateful for, some more overtly Church based than others.
I'll start off with my testimony of the Gospel of Jesus Christ. I'm grateful that I have it. I do wish that it was set more on a constantly steady upward trajectory. In reality the strength of my testimony has gone up and down in a rather wild pattern. Maybe it was the way it started. When I was younger, roughly in the older elementary school grades and middle school, I would get up and bear my testimony quite often. That wasn't because I had a rock hard testimony though. It was because I liked a girl. The Blocker family sat up front where the Ostlers do now. Their oldest daughter, Sarah, was my age, and I thought she was extremely cute. I'd bear my testimony to her, and everything else was just an afterthought. She moved away during our freshman year of high school.
My testimony grew during high school because of two of the most important people in my life. One of them was Jim Whitney. He worked in the Young Men and Scouting program for most of the time I was in the youth program. He helped me when there were times when I felt like an outsider in Young Mens. Whether it was at Mutual on Wednesday nights, or the campouts, I could rely on him to greet me with a friendly smile. It was like he wanted me to be there, which has often been a foreign concept to me. Not that it was always easy going around him. He had goals for the Young Men he worked with. At that time the Church was deeply involved with Scouting and he pushed us towards Eagle, even if I went camping, or to Scout Camp, to disappear into the woods and ride horses. More importantly, he gave one of the finest examples of what it meant to be Christlike I have ever seen. I can't necessarily remember what lessons we had in Young Mens, but I do remember how those lessons made me feel. He knew the gospel was true, and he lived it. Another person who helped my testimony grow was Gerry Stephens. Seminary wasn't a chore to go to. I'll admit that back then I was a morning person, so getting up for seminary was usually not as difficult for me as it might have been otherwise. Regardless of that, it was so much fun to be there. Up until then, I had never been able to finish reading any of the Standard Works from front to back. When I was trying to impress Sarah in sixth grade, I may have said that I knew the Book of Mormon was true. Up until seminary, I was pretty sure the first half of 1 Nephi was true, but I had never gotten to Moroni 10 to know about asking “God, the Eternal Father, in the name of Christ” if these things were true. Turns out they are. Gerry made the scriptures come alive. The stories in the scriptures were not just things that happened thousands of years ago. They were events and teachings that would help me in my life. My senior year, our seminary class took a trip to Nauvoo, Illinois. We did baptisms for the dead in the newly rebuilt temple, toured Church History sites, and spent about a week basking in the Spirit of where the Prophet Joseph Smith lived and taught. A couple suggestions, if I may be so bold. When you go, get there after the sun sets. From the direction we came, there is a small hill to drive around right before entering town. You drive around this hill and there is the temple all lit up, like the beacon on a hill that it is. Before we drove around the hill we had been talking and laughing in the car. When the temple came into view there was dead silence, except for a few exclamations of awe. As soon as we had dropped our luggage at the hotel we all walked back to the temple grounds. We had to see it up close.
Of course when I served a mission in South Carolina, that was a huge testimony building experience, but I want to talk more about that in a minute. After I got home was when it got really hard. I did have some good experiences. The ward leadership I had at BYU-Idaho were, almost without fail, some of the most wonderful, caring people I have ever met. I still talk to Dan Moore, one of my bishops in Rexburg, very often. He is still one of my best friends, and someone I trust completely. Whenever I was having a bad time I could go to his office, either the bishops's office during church or his office in the geology department, and talk to him. He was the one who introduced me to the idea that I could ask for priesthood blessings at any time. Or we could just talk, whatever I needed. I still do that, just over the phone. One thing I struggled with was the fact that I didn't have alone time in college. I'm an introvert, and while I enjoy having fun with people, I need some time to process my day. While attending BYU-Idaho I had people in my classes, people on campus, people in my apartment, and a person in my room. I couldn't get away. But when I got overwhelmed I could go to Bishop Moore's office and vent. He may have been another person, but we are very similar, so he had a very calming effect. Between semesters and after I graduated from college I went to other singles wards. I'm going to be honest, I hated all of them. In August 2013, I went to my ten year high school reunion. When I walked in to the venue, people who I hadn't seen in ten years shouted out my name. I got excitedly introduced to spouses, fiancees, and others. I was told how glad they were to see me. I even got kissed twice, though, those girls had been drinking, so I'm not sure how genuine that was. Maybe they were just amorously buzzed. The next day at the singles ward no one asked me how my week was. No one said they were glad I was there. No one even said, “hello.” It was a constant barrage of, “I need this printed, why isn't this done. . .” The lessons were often pretty bad. As an example, the Word of Wisdom, “Brothers and sisters, don't drink beer. While you're not drinking, go find a girlfriend.” I was often so close to turning around and trying to find my friends who were probably still recovering from hangovers. Why I didn't at least leave and return to this ward “early,” I'll never know. But through it all, I still maintained a testimony of the Gospel.
One reason I believe I never became inactive was my service as a missionary. I am grateful for the opportunity I had to serve a mission. It was hard. I was so shy before I left. I had implemented the old, “don't speak unless spoken to” rule for myself. As a missionary, it is your job to talk to people you have never met. Again, it was the hardest thing I had ever done. I struggled with street contacting for the full two years. It is also the best thing I've ever done. There are two things about South Carolina you should know. One, I'll never be able to say the name of that state like I'm not a Southerner. Two, I love the people there. Even if I was told I was going to h-e-double hockey sticks an average of twice a week, I still love them. That was mostly just the megachurch pastors, anyway. Because I was so shy, every time I left an area I had at least one person who told me they were sure that I wasn't going to stay on my mission very long. They then followed it up with, “but you've been such an asset to our ward or branch. We'll miss you.” I felt needed and wanted. I started acting like it as a result. I've always been short, so people didn't trust me in the font, but I was able to confirm several people as members of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. I could teach lessons and give spiritual thoughts without my voice trembling. In my third or fourth reading of The Book of Mormon, I read this in Mosiah 2:30, “For even at this time, my whole frame doth tremble exceedingly while attempting to speak unto you; but the Lord God doth support me, and hath suffered me that I should speak unto you . . .” King Benjamin may have been trembling because he was old, but I grabbed hold of that verse like it was my lifeline. My voice and hands may have shaken, but as He did for King Benjamin, the Lord supported me as a missionary. There were times when I didn't feel like I could go on. But at those times, other scriptures came to mind. A scripture that I had read many times, even before I finished any major chunk of them, 1 Nephi 3:7, “And it came to pass that I, Nephi, said unto my father: I will go and do the things which the Lord hath commanded, for I know that the Lord giveth no commandments unto the children of men, save he shall prepare a way for them that they may accomplish the thing which he commandeth them,” and then a chapter later, in 1 Nephi 4:6-7, “And I was led by the Spirit, not knowing beforehand the things which I should do. . . nevertheless I went forth.” And so, I did. As my fellow missionaries and I went out in faith, we learned the truthfulness of the Lord's promise in Doctrine and Covenants Section 49, verse 27, that, “Behold, I will go before you and be your rearward; and I will be in your midst, and you shall not be confounded.”
I am grateful for my personality, or at least I am working on it. I'm assuming that most of you have only a passing idea of who I am. After all, I've said that although I enjoy hanging out with people, I am an introvert and don't really want to be the center of attention. And since I don't have a dynamic wife, or one of any description, to make me more interesting to be around, it's easy to slip through the cracks. I've also been in the nursery for about the last year and a half to two years. So, I certainly can't blame anyone who knows me as the guy who waves his arm during the songs in Sacrament meeting and then disappears. I'll catch you up to speed a bit. I'm a bit nerdy. As I was writing this talk, I kept on second guessing what I was putting in it because I didn't want to sound too weird. I'm also not going to try and sound “normal.” That ship sailed a long time ago. Or sank, depending on how you look at it. I have had a reputation in the past for being nice, a reputation that at times I thought I'd rather not have. I've run into people who will be “nice” to your face while lying through their teeth. Surface nice doesn't interest me. There is another word that I hope those people who said I was nice meant. That word is kind. In the British sci-fi television show Dr. Who, the main character has the ability to change to another person when he is badly hurt. When this change happened to the Twelfth Doctor, played by Peter Capaldi, he gives a monologue to help himself remember who he wants to be after his next regeneration. In part, he says, “Remember, hate is always foolish and love is always wise. Always try to be nice, but never fail to be kind. . . love hard, run fast, be kind.” To me, being kind means trying to understand where the other person is coming from. It is putting your own feelings and opinions, especially opinions, away for at least a little bit. Understanding other people is hard. But it is what Christ would want us to do. It is a major step on our way to gaining charity, famously known as the pure love of Christ. My favorite story in the New Testament is the story called the woman taken in adultery. In the story, the Pharisees find a woman who is cheating on her husband. They drag her over to Jesus and smugly ask him what he suggests. They point out that the Law of Moses says that she should be killed. At first Jesus doesn't reply, but writes something on the ground. The writers of the Gospels don't say what he wrote. They do record what Jesus says. He says that any of the other people who have never sinned can stone the woman. All the people who took her to Jesus leave in silence. Jesus and the woman talk about how they have not condemned her, and neither will Jesus. He admonishes her not to sin again, as only the Savior can. Who can I be in this story? Not Jesus, certainly. I can try to get as close to Him and His ways as I can. But I am not the Savior. I can be either like the woman, and seek forgiveness from God, Or I could be like one of the people who dragged her over to Jesus. Actually, there is another type of person I could be. Since I can read this story in the New Testament, I could be the person who realizes up front that I am not sinless and therefore I do not have the moral standing to condemn others. Instead of dragging people to Christ, hoping he'll give me permission to metaphorically stone them, I could try and be kind in whatever situation I find myself. Just like I remember those megachurch pastors in Greenville, and how I never once thought, “you know, their right! A am going to hell and I better do everything they want me to right now,” I don't think we should be overbearing on other's agency. With our example, we can be a better friend and disciple than we could ever be by giving a pompous speech.
I have an easier time being kind and understanding where children are concerned. I work at schools in El Segundo and in Manhattan Beach. I can listen to anything a child wants to talk to me about all afternoon. It can be about video games, their soccer game, a play date, or anything else. I'll just stand there and listen with complete rapt attention. I feel like they deserve to be listened to and encouraged in their interests. I struggle quite a bit more with adults. Small talk is one of my least favorite things on the planet. Weather will take care of itself without our help. Mundane things we do throughout our day get done and then we can go on to something more interesting. However, if someone is struggling with something, or they have a project or subject they are really excited about, I will listen to them for hours. I do like that about myself. I've had, and hope to have more, conversations about Church doctrine, philosophy, science, movies, music, books and many other things. I won't interrupt unless I need to ask for clarification, and I won't give unsolicited advice. If someone asks me what they think about something, or what I would do in their situation, I'll tell them, but I feel it is important to wait until they ask.
Another thing about me that I am grateful for is my hobbies. Music is a big part of my life. I play trumpet. I have a few other instruments that I can't play yet. When someone asks me what kind of music I listen to, I usually say, “almost anything from classical to punk rock.” I'm not sure I could go a day without listening to something. Music is something that I use to learn about others. Whether it is instrumental or has lyrics, people have always poured out their souls and experiences into their music. There may be music that is more suited for church than other kinds, but I have found meaning and truth in most songs I've heard. I also enjoy nature. I love camping. The first place I remember camping is Sequoia National Park. The redwoods are the most impressive thing I've ever seen. An institute instructor I once had suggested that our Heavenly Father might have asked for our input in creating parts of the universe. After all, we were going to live here. He excitedly showed us pictures of the Horse Head Nebula and Pillars of the Gods in space. I feel the same way about the Giant Sequoias. Yes, I've hugged them. I always have my phone ready to take a picture of any animal I see. If I think about it I also put a small Canon Powershot in my pocket to take pictures. I then post the better ones on Facebook, so I can show people what I'm excited about. All these things make me who I am, and hopefully, we can all learn to be grateful to Heavenly Father for who we are.
In the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.