Some Thoughts on Jacob Chapter Five

 Every time I read the fifth Chapter of Jacob in the Book of Mormon, I can’t help but wonder about all the stories of grafting and where they took place.  It seems quite clear that the graft that took place in finest part of the vineyard was that of the Nephites and the Lamanites and that the branch that died was the Nephites, but what about the branch that was planted in the poorest part of the Vineyard?  Might that have been Tibet?  Or Siberia?  How I long to hear those stories, though I doubt if they’ll be entirely different than the ones we know.  All of the “promised land” stores have tales of hardship, deprivation, as well as faith and triumph.  I don’t expect the others to be any different.

Clearly the allegory is the tale of the House of Israel and of it’s scattering across the globe or Vineyard.  The main tree remained in Palestine, but so many others were grafted on to the tree.  I think this chapter uses planting and grafting interchangeably it is possible to start a new olive tree from cuttings from an old one, so I’d like the thoughts of others on my surmise.  If I am correct though, and all of the “planting” was actually a graft, it would most certainly mean that the America’s were already populated when Lehi and his family were grafted on to an existing tree, or population.  The apparent population explosion recorded in the Book of Mormon seems to bear this out.  Though it seems that the new comers, must have immediately and strongly influenced, even dominated, the existing population.

I find it very interesting that China for example has had a very strong Christian presence, most certainly as early as the third Century.  In fact one source says that at the time of Marco Polo, there were more Christians in China, than in any other region of the globe, including Europe.  I think it quite likely that there were earlier dispersions of Israel that arrived and thrived in the Far East as early as, if not earlier than the people of Lehi arrived in America.  Like America, those people could have continued bearing good fruit on into the “Christian Era.”  As prophesied, their records, will one day be available to us.  What an exciting day that will be!

On a side note, about ten years ago, I met a young Sister Missionary on Temple Square from the People’s Republic of China.  Their name tags bear the flag of their country of origin.  I asked her how long she’d been affiliated with the Church?  Her reply astounded me!  She’d been part of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints her entire life.  She went on to report that there are 30,000 Latter-day Saints in China! That the Government likes the Church because, “we obey the rules.”  She bore testimony of the 12th Article of Faith and of the Prophet Joseph Smith, as reasons why the Chinese Government and the Church have an amicable relationship.  Some of this number were converted abroad and returned home to China, but many have learned of the gospel from friends and neighbors.  She counted it a miracle that Hong Kong came under Chinese rule, because they can make day trips to the Temple without special permission. She also told me that they’d probably have even more freedom to worship if the Jehovah’s Witnesses would stop breaking the rules.

I found myself thinking that it seems quite certain that the portion of the allegory that tells of returning the branches to the mother tree, represents the Latter-day gathering.  What a joy it is to be part of that!  When I see what The Book of Mormon represents to many Indigenous People across the Americas, I can’t help but anticipate the joy of natives of China, Japan, the Philippines, Africa and everywhere else across the globe receive records of their own ancestor’s interactions with God and his Prophets!

This time through Chapter 5 gave me another perspective.  I found myself thinking of who I really am, the me who once lived in the presence of God.  At birth, I lost track of that and as mortality wore on, I began to bear wild fruit and also had need of pruning and grafting.  Naturally, being an enemy of God, I also required dunging and digging about.  I can see in this allegory many times when I went wild, or got too lofty and needed pruning.  The grafting in of my dear wife and children, and many dear friends have made a profound change in me.  The trimming off of this sin, or that tendency has been much needed.  The laborers in the Vineyard have labored diligently with me.  I just hope in this tree’s old age, there may be still a few young and tender branches, that can shoot forth and bear good fruit.

Emotional Resilience

 Back in January 2021 I was invited to participate in a then new Self Reliance Course sponsored by The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints to which I belong.  The new course was called Emotional Resilience for Self-Reliance.  Currently it is called Finding Strength in the Lord - Emotional Resilience.  Almost immediately I felt a pressing need to participate.  I was 70 years old and keenly aware that if ever there was a time in my life that I might need emotional resilience it would be in my near future.  The next decade or two are bound to present me with drastic changes in my life.  During that time my wife or I could lose our health, become invalid and at some point actually die.  I found myself wondering if I was prepared to deal with those changes?  Could I actually cope with both the unknown of it, as well as the inevitability of it.  I signed up for the course.

I am so grateful that I did and that I took it seriously.  I’ve been through a lot in my life and I have coped well enough, with what has happened, still I felt somewhat unprepared and found the course beneficial in every respect.  Further, I made friendships that I expect to last for the balance of my life!  It was so worth my while!

I write this now, from the perspective of having dealt with some of the changes I anticipated.  I had hardly finished the course when I was called to serve in the Bishopric, a bullet I had thought I had dodged.  It was a blessing in so many many ways, but was also quite a challenge.  My health had begun to decline and keeping up with the Deacon’s Quorum was mostly accomplished, but really quite difficult.  Then came the big change.  In February of 2022 I was beset with debilitating Rheumatoid Arthritis.  It began in my feet and legs making it difficult to walk.  Gradually, it moved up to my hips and shoulders and most recently to my wrists and hands.  I went to see my Doctor in late February and he referred me to a Rheumatologisst, but he couldn’t see me until the 24th of May.  I was miserable and missing Church and my other assignments quite frequently.  I had two weeks of respite during the long wait, when my Doctor gave me two week long breaks by giving me steroids.  I’m still amazed at the complete relief those would give me.  Another respite came when our Ward boundaries were changed and I was moved out of the Ward and thus released from the Bishopric.

At first this affliction knocked me for a loop, but one day, reviewing what I’d learned in Emotional Resilience class, I began to consider what was real and what was not, how much of my suffering was imagined and how much was actual.  I realized in that process that I’d been living like a man with no future.  I decided to imagine a future and pursue it.  I must say that the steroids helped.  I took those two weeks, which were each a month apart, and did loads of yard work including planting a vegetable garden. I don’t think there is any greater benefit to gardening that the faith it represents as we anticipate the growth and yield of a vegetable garden.  It is the perfect example of expecting a future.

Reviewing what I’d learned in the class also helped me to deal in realities, such as the since proven fact that the Rheumatologist wasn’t going to fix me over night.  Here I am, two and a half month’s later with pitifully little progress as yet.  In fact the meds they are giving me add constant nausea to my ongoing complaints.

Best of all for me, was the assistance I received in identifying what I CAN do, rather than dwelling on what I cannot.  For some inexplicable reason, Arthritis has not effected my ability to type in the least.  My fingers are stiff and sore and I sometimes can’t open pill bottles or pull up the covers in bed, but for reason’s known only to God, I suffer not pain or restriction at all to sit here and type this.  Go figure. That realization has given me a great deal of pleasure and returned me to writing even more.  I’ve been working on a book that has long since been simmering on the back burner.  My journal keeping has not faltered and now, here I am blogging again.

I must say that while I’ve been discouraged, while it is quite apparent that my garden yield is going to be pathetic, while the weeds have taken over and the lawn has only been mowed by generous neighbors all summer, I am happy, content and optimistic through all of this.

A year and a half ago I had no idea this would happen, but God did, and in His kindness, not only prepared a resource to help me, but prompted me to make use of it.  It is ever more plain to me that the new name of the course most certainly applies, I have and continue to find strength in the Lord.

There remains an even more tender and poignant change in all of this for me.  During this same period of adjustment several close and valued loved ones have chosen to leave the Church.  This has been a devastating blow for me.  It has not diminished my love for them, but has given me cause for concern on their behalf.  Again the things I learned in the Emotional Resilience course has been so helpful.  Here too, I find strength in the Lord!  He loves them even more than I.  He is still watching over them, as am I.  I am not appointed to be God’s Sherriff as Elder Stevenson so wonderfully put in this Conference past.  I am appointed to Love, as I have always done, to share as I have always tried to do, and to invite as I intend to continue doing. While the Lord prophesied that even the very elect would be deceived, and while He has admonished us to beware, lest we be deceived, I have yet to find a place in the scripture that condemns the deceived, only the deceiver.  Hope and faith, and trust in the Lord remain.

RootsTech Connect

https://www.familysearch.org/rootstech/rtc2021/home

I've been aware of RootsTech for several years, but had never participated.  Always before, it was a convention in Salt Lake City.  That was prohibitive because of time, cost, need for accomodations, etc.  This year, however, because of COVID 19 Family Search, the sponsor, put it all in a vitural format and offered it for free!  How could I resist!

I have long been involved in Family History work and an quite accomplished at it within the realm of my own personal needs.  Because I have no ancestry in Scandanvia, though, I have no expertise in Scandanavian research, for example.  But, in the realms of my own research I'm really quite able, though self taught. I came to seek RootsTech hoping to find help with breaking through a "brick wall" in one of my genealogical lines.  I came away with something else entirely.

I became enthralled with the Keynote Speakers!  People from all walks of life who had so many wonderful stories to tell of their family history!  Despite the fact these were often people who's circumstances, culture and ethnicity were far different from my own, I came away every time feeling like they were telling the story of my own family.  I came away feeling like we were indeed all one big wonderful, amazing family!

Most of the Keynote Speakers were highly successful in their own personal lives and I loved the tales about their rise from obscurity to stardom, for lack of a better word, on the shoulders of their progenitors, but more importantly upon the boost the commonly got from kind benefactors who were mostly strangers.

Astrid Tuminez, for example, was living in a slum in Iloilo, Panay, Philippines.  Her home was a handmade nipa hut standing on stilts over the water.  When she was five, a Cathoic Nun came to their home and invited she and her siblings to attend an expensive school in the city for free.  Thus, began her quest for education.  Missionaries from the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints found her family when she was ten.  That led to her being able to attend Brigham Young University and later MIT.  She is now President of Utah Valley University.

Erick Avari, known to me for his wonderful role as Nichodemus in the acclaimed television series The Chosen, grew up in a middle class Parsi family in a small town in India.  The Parsi, fled Persia in about the tenth century to escape persecution and found a new home in India.  They were accepted on the promise that they would not seek to share their Zoroastrian religion with their neighbors.  As a consequence, their community is growing ever smaller.  Through the kindness of strangers he was enabled to come to America and seek his dream of becoming an actor.  His humility and appreciation for so many kindness was very apparent!  Such a kind, unassuming man!

There were other important and inspiring speakers, like Nick Vujcic, Lorena Ochoa, Sharon Leslie Morgan, Sunetra Sarker, Diego Morena, Bruna Benitez and Ladysmith Black Mambazo who were all wonderfully inspirational!  

Sharon Leslie Morgan co-authored a book called Gather at the Table.  I bought it on Kindle and began reading it last night.  Wow!  She is descended from slaves and her co-author Thomas Norman DeWolf is descended from the largest slave holding dynasty in America.  They met at a conference and decided to travel together to rediscover their ancestry all while co-writing a book describing their journey.  She told of the frustration, anger, anguish, fear and ultimate healing that came of their e experience.  I'll report on the book here later.

Another fun and productive feature was that you could connect with your own relatives through the conference.  Over a half million people registered for the conference this year.  Based on FamilySearch I was related to over 11,000 of them.  I could search for individuals or just run through the list!  Then with one click you could connect with them.  With another you could see how we were related and who our common ancestor was!  Ten thousand cousins at my fingertips!  Totally amazing.  You can check that out here:  https://www.familysearch.org/connect/               

I suspect that taking the convention online has been so successful that they'll continue to do it this way.  I sure hope so!

A Summer in the High Uintas

My Summer was full of unexpected surprises.  I’ve driven bus for my employer for seven summers now.  Some of them have been spent hauling girls to Girl’s Camp.  Others have been spent hauling Chinese Tourists to Yellowstone.  Other’s have been spent shuttling river runners to the Put In and hauling them back from the Take Out.

This summer was different.  This summer I hauled backpackers from Hayden Pass near Mirror Lake in the Western reaches of the High Uinta Mountains, to one of four locations toward the East where they’d chosen to begin their trek.  Some started at McKee Park near Highway 191, having 106 miles to traverse along the Highline Trail to get back to their vehicles.  Other’s started at Leidy Peak, shortening the trek to 83 miles.  Still others began at Chepeta Lake making their distance closer to 65 miles.  And, most recently, I shuttle a couple to the trailhead at Henry’s Fork (the most popular approach to King’s Peak, Utah’s highest point). They’re intention to climb King’s Peak and then finish their journey by hiking on to Hayden Pass.  I haven’t calculated the distance, but this one is considerably shorter yet.

It has been fun to spend my days high in these locals, though all of my approaches have been by van, being forced to leave the hiking to my passengers.  I have backpacked a lot with the Boy Scouts and once with my good friend Randy Merrell, when we did 60 miles in six days in the Grand Canyon, but that is for another tale.  Having done so though, I at least had a bit on common with my guests and also was somewhat conversant with the lingo and more popular destinations among avid practitioners of the sport.  Also, my personal acquaintance with one of the founders of Merrell Boots was of interest to most who often were wearing a pair of Merrell's.  For me, though, the biggest delight of the summer was just getting acquainted with all of the wonderful people who trusted me to drive them over those roads to their long awaited trip!

The variety of folks was really quite stunning!  There were three women, who did the trek solo!  This was quite alarming to me, but each of them made the trek just fine and my worries were completely unfounded.  There were several men who soloed the trail as well.  We had one large group and several groups of just two or three.

Eric was the first of the season.  I had shuttled him last year as well.  Both times he started at MeKee Draw, thinking it cheating if one didn't do the whole thing.  Last year he twisted an ankle near Leidy Peak and decided it best to abort, rather than get into potential trouble.  This year he made it the whole way and proudly called to report his success!  He was from the midwest and worked as a school teacher.  An academically accomplished and curious fellow, we had some great conversation on both trips.

Another couple of fellows who did the whole trail, shared the ride.  They were not acquainted with each other at all, and were both quite shy.  It took a while to get them talking, but when I did, I discovered that they were both single, 30-somethings, they were both LDS and both returned from Spanish Speaking Missions.  One was a horticulturist who was running the greenhouse for Red Butte Gardens, who had also run greenhouses in Guam and Alaska and the other was an Arabic Interpreter in the National Guard who been deployed to Iraq a couple of times.  They both lived on the Wastach Front.  A great couple of guys, who invited each other to travel together on their 106 mile trek.  Our conversations were all over the place!  

One of the women did the whole distance.  To save money, she'd ridden the Greyhound bus to Vernal and I just took her up to McKee Draw.  She told of several amazing hikes she'd done mostly in Southern Utah and in so doing instilled in me, the confidence to leave her up there alone to wander off into the wilderness.  Something that was hard to do. 

I took a nice young couple to Chepeta.  They were from North Carolina.  They seemed ill prepared and I worried about the altitude.  Chepeta is the most expensive shuttle because of the road.  Just the dirt part takes an hour and a half each way.  It is pretty rough as well, with little road base and lots of rocks.  That trip had two inches of hail added to the mix as we climbed the face of the mountain.  The young people reassured and reassured one another all the way to the top.  Chepeta is set way back from the front of the fairly flat topped mountain, away behind the head of White Rocks Canyon.  By the time we got to the lake the road was dry and the sky was clear.  But, when he got out he immediately took a huff on his Asthma Inhaler, I got concerned.  I hung around for an hour after they started hiking, in case they changed their minds and came back.  Turns out they did just fine.

Another group I took to Chepeta started at one of their homes in Kamas.  They wanted to leave the house at 5:00 AM.  I stayed in Heber the night before, so I wouldn't have to leave Vernal at 1:00!  We went over Wolf Creek as that is certainly the shortest route.  It was very dark so I was taking it easy.  I heard someone complain that I was going so slow that they'd never get on the trail.  Just then I came around a bend and hit a moose!  Thankfully, I was going slow and had managed to nearly stop before I bumped him.  With only one small dent just below the headlight, we carried on, this time with no more complaining!  On that route, we go through Hanna, Tabiona, Utahn, Altamont, Bluebell, Neola and White Rocks before beginning the climb up the mountain.  They were an experienced crew, some young some old, who planned on doing it in four or five days.  Pretty ambitious if you ask me!

Early in the season I took a group of men from the Salt Lake Airport to McKee Draw.  There were seven of them, sponsored by Z-Pack. Joe Valesco, CEO was with them.  He's done the Triple Crown!  Pretty impressive to me to meet a man who has hiked the Appalachian Trail (AT) the Continental Divide Trail (CDT) and the Pacific Crest Trail (PCT).  These were all done in single expeditions, not peacemeal as some do.  The PCT is 2650 miles, the AT 2180 and the CDT is 3100 miles!  The other fellows were no slackers either.  Many of them were a film crew and the intent was to do a full length feature film of the trail.  A fellow named Red Beard was among them.  He's a pretty famous backpacker in his own right.  They even filmed a bit of me driving and telling a tale and have more recently asked if they might include that segment in the film.  15 seconds of fame for me!  Nah, they didn’t include it.

The Highline Trail is no joke!  Much of it is above 12,000 feet!  The Z-Pack group took ten days to make the trek.  During that time, one became incapacitated by blisters upon blisters, and Joe came down with Pulmonary Edema and both of them left the trail at Chepeta.  This is no disgrace to either of them.  Long experience and great conditioning are no guarantee that things won't occasionally go south in such remote, extreme and wild circumstances.

I also picked up this group at Hayden Pass to take them back to the airport.  Having read Bill Bryson's A Walk in the Woods, I knew that getting back to civilization meant only one thing to these guys - FOOD!  It was all they talked about and all they did once off the trail!  They were all tremendous guys that I am happy to have met.  I can't wait for the film to come out!

Here’s is a link to the movie they produced!  It is really quite wonderful.  They came back and premiered the movie here in Vernal.

https://youtube.com/watch?v=D8FEJkya49g&feature=share

Book Review - As A Man Thinketh by James Allen

Here is a book I intend to re-read each year for the balance of my life, a routine I wish I had begun in my teens.  It is simple, concise, direct and worthwhile.

Unlike so many positive thinking-type books that are so prevalent these days, this one admonishes some personal responsibility in the process and is not based on a motivation of greed.  I loved it.  That's all!