November 21, 2016
Over this past few weeks I have been able to think about these past months, and what keeps coming to mind is what my stake president told me as I was interviewed to prepare for my mission. He shared with me Alma 17:9: "And it came to pass that they journeyed many days in the wilderness, and they fasted much and prayed much that the Lord would grant unto them a portion of his Spirit to go with them, and abide with them, that they might be an instrument in the hands of God to bring, if it were possible, their brethren, the Lamanites, to the knowledge of the truth, to the knowledge of the baseness of the traditions of their fathers, which were not correct."
He brought to my attention that he used the word "instrument". And why is that important you may ask? It is because in order to make a string instrument in tune you have to stretch the strings. And the worth of instruments all depend on the skills of the musician. The greatest thing is that we all are in the hands of the perfect musician. He loves us perfectly and for that reason He stretches us to become better. I have seen that in my own life and I have seen it in the lives of those I have met here in Mesa. I would like to share this poem, "The Touch of The Master's Hand"
’Twas battered and scarred, and the auctioneer
Thought it scarcely worth his while
To waste much time on the old violin,
But held it up with a smile:
“What am I bidden, good folks,” he cried,
“Who’ll start the bidding for me?”
“A dollar, a dollar”; then, “Two!” “Only two?
Two dollars, and who’ll make it three?
Three dollars, once; three dollars, twice;
Going for three--” But no,
From the room, far back, a gray-haired man
Came forward and picked up the bow;
Then, wiping the dust from the old violin,
And tightening the loose strings,
He played a melody pure and sweet
As a caroling angel sings.
The music ceased, and the auctioneer,
With a voice that was quiet and low,
Said, “What am I bid for the old violin?”
And he held it up with the bow.
“A thousand dollars, and who’ll make it two?
Two thousand! And who’ll make it three?
Three thousand, once, three thousand, twice,
And going, and gone!” said he.
The people cheered, but some of them cried,
“We do not quite understand
What changed its worth.” Swift came the reply:
“The touch of a master’s hand.”
And many a man with life out of tune,
And battered and scarred with sin,
Is auctioned cheap to the thoughtless crowd,
Much like the old violin.
A “mess of pottage,” a glass of wine,
A game--and he travels on.
He’s “going” once, and “going” twice,
He’s “going” and almost “gone.
But the Master comes, and the foolish crowd
Never can quite understand
The worth of a soul and the change that’s wrought
By the touch of the Master’s hand.
I know the church of Jesus Christ is on the earth again today, which was restored through a modern prophet, Joseph Smith. I know that the Book of Mormon is another testament of Jesus Christ, and as we read it we come to know Christ and His doctrine! I love the Gospel! I love being a missionary!
One last temple attendance opportunity before she comes home.
Hermana Alarcon and Hermana Hart
A sneek peek at the Christmas lights at the Visitor's Center