Sunday, December 21, 2025

"Come Let Us Adore Him!"

"Come Let Us Adore Him"
Christmas 2025

What a glorious season we are in, one that draws us closer to each other and to our Heavenly Father! Usually during the Christmas season With Wondering Awe, we listened to the young children–yes, truly "Angels We Have Heard on High"–sing hymns and carols that radiate "Joy to the World"....” We listen to talented ward and community members who “touch their harps of gold” and let “their heavenly music float/O’er all the weary world.” Today, and the rest of our lives, we must allow “the Dear Christ in.” We all must sense something burn within us. That is the spirit of Christ.

In the precious Christmas hymn "Oh, Come, All Ye Faithful" that we sing at least once or twice at Christmas come three wondrous strains: “Come, all ye faithful,” “Come, and behold Him,” and “Oh, come, let us adore Him.” I sincerely believe that each of these phrases deserves special treatment and explanation.


“Come, all ye faithful”

During this Christmas season, the faithful followers of Christ congregate to sing joyous hymns to Him as we have done today. Note that the Lord did not say, however, “Come, all ye faithful” for just this season. Instead, the words merely state, rather succinctly, “Come, all ye faithful.” The Lord wants us to choose to be faithful every minute of the day, every day of the week, and every week of the year.

Thankfully, at Christmas time, we tend to listen to our hearts more than to our heads, the spiritual more than cerebral, the perennial more than the ephemeral. We seem to want to fix our lives so that they are in accordance with the Lord's. Yes, we tend to “come unto Christ and adore Him.” Wouldn't it be nice if every year we had twelve Decembers? Then we wouldn't have to be trying to repent every 12th month or trying to add kindness to our repertoire of Christmas thoughtfulness.


“Come, and behold Him”

The shepherds “came with haste, and found Mary, and Joseph, and the babe lying in the manger” (Luke 2:16). After the shepherds had seen the Christ child, they returned to their flocks, herds, and families, “glorifying and praising God for all the things that they had heard and seen....” (Luke 2:20). There also came “wise men from the east to Jerusalem” (Matthew 2:1) and began asking about: “Where is he that is born King of the Jews? For we have seen his star in the east, and are come to worship him” (Matthew 2:2). And we know not how many others came to “behold him” as he lay in the manger or worked by His father’s side.

Often, we believe that to “behold God” we must be completely spiritually pure. In one sense that is correct, but in another, we can behold God–through daily communion with Him and understanding who He really is. Plus, our hearts can be filled with Him always if we but “yield our hearts to God” (see Helaman 3:35).


“Oh, come let us adore Him”

What does it really mean to “Come and to adore Him"? According to that great Old Testament prophet Isaiah, He is called “Wonderful, Counsellor, The mighty God, The everlasting Father, The Prince of Peace....(Isaiah )...the Lord Omnipotent who reigneth, who was, and is from all eternity to all eternity.... and President Hinckley added: “Jesus Christ, the Son of God, the Father of heaven and earth, the Creator of all things from the beginning” (President Gordon B. Hinckley, “At the Summit of the Ages,” October 1999).

The ancient Prophet Moroni, as he ended his work and closed the abridgment of the record of God’s dealings with His people, which is the Book of Mormon, that glorious book that teaches gospel truths, called upon all who read his ending passage: “Yea, come unto Christ, and be perfected in him, and deny yourselves of all ungodliness; and if ye shall deny yourselves of all ungodliness, and love God with all your might, mind and strength, then is his grace sufficient for you, that by his grace ye may be perfect in Christ” (Moroni 10:32).


Conclusion and Christmas Challenge

Thus, the challenge: “Come, all ye faithful....come, let us behold Him...[and] come let us adore Him.” The real goal is to “Come Unto Christ.” May we accept the challenge and experience the glorious days that the Nephites of old had with the Savior that we may at some time "thrust [our own] hands into his side, and ...feel the prints of the nails in his hands and in his feet...[that we may] see with [our own] eyes and...feel with [our own] hands, and...know of a surety and...bear record, that it was He, of whom it was written by the prophets, that should come...[that when we have] all gone forth and...witnessed for [ourselves], [we] can cry out with one accord, saying: Hosanna! Blessed be the name of the Most High God! And then [we will] fall down at the feet of Jesus [our Savior and Brother], and...worship him” (3 Nephi 11:15-17)….


Therefore, let us glory, yea, we will glory in the Lord; yea, we will rejoice, for our joy is full; yea, we will praise our God forever” (Alma 26:16) who is the Truth and the Light and the Prince of Peace is my Christmas challenge to all!



Merry Christmas and 
a Happy New Year!

Sunday, November 30, 2025

“We are all influencers!”

Sunday, November 30, 2025--Poetry Day 30

Lone tree in Utah Lake

“We are all influencers!”

I am convinced we are all influencers
in some way because, like Benvolio,
we are in the “public haunt of men….
[where] all eyes gaze on us….”

What we do affects people—
knowingly and unknowingly.

Often, and much to our chagrin,
many people watch and imitate us.

Our positive self-influence propels us
and others to remember who
and whose we are, always striving
to live elevated lives, no matter
what we are doing or where
we find ourselves in life’s journey.

The key hinges on becoming
what we want to become
and then live and act accordingly.

It’s the little things that we do
or say that make the difference.

It’s about caring and kindness
and compassion and being diligent
in being astute, aware, and anticipatory.

As we trundle through life’s challenges,
embrace the power of your influence
in your own life and the lives
your families, friends, co-workers,
or anyone within our sphere of influence
and never underestimate your influence.

The Redwoods



Saturday, November 29, 2025

"Early dusting of snow"

Saturday, November 29, 2025--Poetry Day 29

First snow, Mt. Timpanogas

"Early dusting of snow"

It happened sometime
during the night,
maybe early morning.

The temperatures dropped
during a rain storm
just enough to turn
droplets to snowflakes,
blanketing the high points
and the crevices of the mountains.

The smattering of snow
during the night was seen
by no one until the early light
of morning erupted
through the low hanging clouds.

And I looked
and was mesmerized
by the contrast of green
on the ground before me
and the white cover
on the yonder mountain tops.

Another one of God’s creations
flattering us vividly
with beginning of winter
and lovely white snow.



Friday, November 28, 2025

“Funerals: A confluence of past, present, and future”

Friday, November 28, 2025--Poetry Day 28

Three women in the a.m., Dominican Republic

“Funerals: A confluence of past, present, and future”

Funerals are those events we attend to pay
respects to the family, knowing
they are inevitable in all our lives.
Most that I go to are upbeat and peaceful,
full of passion, laugher, tears, happy vibes,
revelations, a few surprises in stories,
and a sense of humanity and healing.

Children give remarks about the goodness
of their parents, stories of birds, fishing,
them coming to every game and event,
funny sayings that they shared,
and other memories that usually draw
laughter, sometimes surprises, and tears
from both the speaker and the audience.

Talented children and grandchildren sing
lovely and poignant hymns or songs,
some they wrote for this occasion,
on guitars, pianos, cello, violins, and flutes.

Outside in the foyer, delightful old photos,
paintings, drawings, cool memorabilia
and a PowerPoint presentation loops
through the life of the deceased.
We all stop and watch, mesmerized
with the changes over time, knowing
these same changes are happening
in our own lives, more quickly than we want.

As we sit in the pews, our eyes focused
on the front where the casket waits
patiently to be transported somewhere
close by to an open grave surrounded by turf,
we wonder to ourselves what our funerals
will be like, what our families, friends,
and speakers will say about us,
what hymns or songs will be played or sung
or what stuff our children will drag out and showcase.

Perhaps, we shouldn’t worry
so much about that as we should worry
about how we are living today,
right now, and change anything
that might startle the mourners at our funerals.

Towering Redwoods

“Funerals: A confluence of past, present, and future”

Friday, November 28, 2025--Poetry Day 28

Early morning, Dominican Republic

“Funerals: A confluence of past, present, and future”

Funerals are those events we attend to pay
respects to the family, knowing
they are inevitable in all our lives.
Most that I go to are upbeat and peaceful,
full of passion, laugher, tears, happy vibes,
revelations, a few surprises in stories,
and a sense of humanity and healing.

Children give remarks about the goodness
of their parents, stories of birds, fishing,
them coming to every game and event,
funny sayings that they shared,
and other memories that usually draw
laughter, sometimes surprises, and tears
from both the speaker and the audience.

Talented children and grandchildren sing
lovely and poignant hymns or songs,
some they wrote for this occasion,
on guitars, pianos, cello, violins, and flutes.

Outside in the foyer, delightful old photos,
paintings, drawings, cool memorabilia
and a PowerPoint presentation loops
through the life of the deceased.
We all stop and watch, mesmerized
with the changes over time, knowing
these same changes are happening
in our own lives, more quickly than we want.

As we sit in the pews, our eyes focused
on the front where the casket waits
patiently to be transported somewhere
close by to an open grave surrounded by turf,
we wonder to ourselves what our funerals
will be like, what our families, friends,
and speakers will say about us,
what hymns or songs will be played or sung
or what stuff our children will drag out and showcase.

Perhaps, we shouldn’t worry
so much about that as we should worry
about how we are living today,
right now, and change anything
that might startle the mourners at our funerals.

Towering Redwoods

Thursday, November 27, 2025

“A Multiplicity of Blessings”

Thursday, November 27, 2025—Poetry Day 27

Provo Lake at sunset!

“A Multiplicity of Blessings”

Some say that blessings
don’t come their way.
It’s how you look at blessings,
how you define them,

and what they do to your life.
They are not usually big items
like Mercedes, large homes,
bags full of clothes and stuff

although they could be.
It’s the small things—
peaceful bike rides along the river,
soothing sunsets and sunrises,

gentle cool breezes in the evenings
after a hot day, fresh apple crisp
with vanilla ice cream, a new day with you in it,
grandchildren’s texts and love emojis,

phone calls from friends and families,
a good night’s rest after a challenging day,
being able to exercise in an air-conditioned room,
feeling healthy despite getting older,

understanding things about life
you never thought possible,
being with your spouse on a daily basis,
being surrounded by beautiful flowers,

watching clouds saunter by,
having a simple prayer answered
in a way you didn’t expect,
knowing who and whose you are—

They all add up, like layers of
sourdough pancakes drenched
in fresh maple syrup, ready for you
to enjoy every moment of the day or night.

Big Sky, Montana


Sunrise at Bear Lake

Wednesday, November 26, 2025

“The Rhythm of the Day”

Wednesday, November 26, 2025--Poetry Day 26

The Colosseum, Rome, Italy

“The Rhythm of the Day”

The rhythm of the day depends
on the time of day you wake up.
For me, the rhythm of the day
starts early, probably because
that’s what time we had to rise
as kids and milk the cow,
feed the pigs, chickens, and horses,
and then get ready for school
all before the bus came.
My mom didn’t start driving
until I was about 14,
so it was get to the bus
or walk seven miles to school
one way, which was a bit challenging.

Now, the rhythm of the day starts out
early still, for stretching, reading,
studying, and then exercising
all before 9:00 a.m. or 10:00.
Instead of breakfast being
at the crack of dawn, now
it is later around 10:00
and lunch around 3:30 or so
and then a bit of healthy snacking
along the way until bed.

In between, it's about writing,
reminiscing, working in the yard,
taking out the trash, raking leaves,
catching up on the journal,
serving, teaching, and doing
things I want to do at my own pace.

The rhythm of the day continues
its joyful cadence as it has always done
although the melodic notes
may be different pitches
during each moment of the day.