Saturday He goes unto the Faithful in the Spiritworld

 Jesus Christ while his body rests in the sepulchre, goes unto the faithful in the spiritworld preaching the gospel and doctrine of the resurrection of mankind from the fall and from individual sins on condition of repentence. 

"So they went, and made the sepulchre sure, sealing 
the stone, and setting a watch."
Matthew 27:66

Jesus Taught His Disciples in the Upper Room

 

The Light of Christ is My Beacon

 "My Beacon"

When worldly cares beset my fearful soul,

I'll not forget the one who makes me whole.

Through mortal eyes I often cannot see

His outstretched hand that beckons, "Come to me."

When my soul hungers and my spirit thirsts,

I will remember Him who love me first.

His word like manna nourishes me still.

I drink of truth and know I will be filled.

When dark surrounds me and I fail and fall,

   send me Thy light. Oh hear my helpless call.

When Satan's arrows pierce my armor thin,

Be Thou my shield, help me the fight to win.

The storm is past, no longer do I fear

As clouds depart I feel Thee Savior near.

My seed of faith I placed in Thee alone,

   and Thy great power was once again made known.

With my whole heart I'll lift my voice and sing,

   my praise of thanks to Thee, who art my King.

And in thy precious bosom I will hide

   my face and in Thy perfect love abide

.© skkingrey

My dear friend wrote this poem.

Blessed Patriarch, Isaiah

 

Blessed Patriarch 

             This a poem to you, Isaiah,                

white haired, bent over your scroll,

weighed down with a vision’s burden.

Ancient prophet, whose life was in a palace,

yet servant of our King.

Your place was unique in time, chosen.

Our Father loved and trusted you.

As I read and ponder your words,

my world changes;

a polar shift occurs.

The mystery of your words

sift into spirit patterns of meaning,

the language of the Lord,

touching the center place of my soul.

Illumination bursts forth,

I know who I am now.

Chosen and set apart in the preexistence,

to write of these last days,

the songs of His heart for me. 

I can see more clearly

the face of my Counselor,

my God and my King.

The heavens unroll as a scroll

because of you,

Oh, blessed of patriarchs,

Great are the Words of Isaiah.

2005 Beverly E. Field

 

Ancestors Influence Us

 

Ancestors

They speak to us through wills,

And birth certificates, journals

And marriage licenses,

To tell us what they did and how they lived,

Of how they fought in wars and revolutions,

Or stayed at home and raised

Their crops of corn and children

 

As we search and find the documents

That tell of great events and small,

Our eyes of love clothe these words

On dry and dusty paper with living flesh.

On imagination’s stage they dart about

With the burning energy of youth,

Or limp along on tired legs

Of pioneers who near their journey’s end.

 

I knew you not, but now I know you.

Your blood is mine, your struggles gave me life.

Had you not been, I would not be.

And as I resurrect the past

Through microfilm, CD and book,

I only pray that some day one will say

Of me, I knew him not, but I am proud

To have his genes within, making me

A little bit like him.

 2005 Robert E. Field

99 on 9th day of 9th month 2023

Expect Miracles!

To honor our prophet, and President of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, I quote him from his Oct 2022 talk entitled, "Overcome the World and Find Rest"

"....my dear brothers and sisters, so many wonderful things are ahead. In comng days, we will see the greatest manifestations of the Savior's power that the world has ever seen.

"Between now and the time He returns with 'power and great glory', He will bestow countless privileges, blessings and MIRACLES upon the faithful."

Journals Record Personal Miracles

President Nelson continued, "Let Him know through your prayers and your actions that you are serious about overcoming the world. Ask Him to enlighten your mind and send the help you need. Each day, record the thoughts that come to you as you pray; then follow through dilgently. Spend more time in the temple, and seek to understand how the temple teaches you to rise above this fallen world."

Why I Do Family History and Temple Work

It is in this talk that I found my patriarchal blessing's expression of my personal life mission explained.

He said, "Anytime we do anything that helps anyone -- on either side of the veil -- to make and keep their covenants with God, we are helping to gather Israel."

My Miracles Happen Quietly

As I focus on one individual in my family on FamilySearch who is dead, I find memories, photos and records or sources that mention them. My thoughts of them probably surprise them. They may have thought that their life was a hum drum plain vanilla one lived out in obscurity, but I am showing them by my love, focus and concern, that simply is not true. They matter. They matter to me and they matter to God. He knows them individually. 

More than likely, I promised them in the pre-existence that I would find them, and perform for them a work that they cannot do for themselves.

79 not 99

I was born 79 years ago into the very family lineage that would enable me to exercise my gifts and talents of solving mysteries, finding puzzle pieces, and the skills needed for researching, needed to identify each and every one. THE ONE IS IMPORTANT. Mine is a tree with messy roots, meaning many children, many with multiple marriages and all farmers. No one famous. No pioneer heritage. During the pandemic I added over 8,000 names.

 Now I quote President Nelson in his talk given April 2018 "Let Us All Press On"

"Our message to the world is simple and sincere: we invite all of God's children on both sides of the veil to come unto their Savior, receive the blessings of the holy temple, have enduring joy, and qualify for etrnal life."

THIS IS MY BIRTHDAY GIFT TO OUR PROPHET, PRESIDENT RUSSELL M. NELSON! 

 

The Summer of Eye Discontent

 

“The Summer of Eye Discontent”

Fix your eyes on Jesus Christ

He is my pioneer

In this the winter of my life,

He is the author of my faith

He brings contentment.

Right eye, wrong eye

Focus near, focus far, or not

Wear glasses now half-accurate

Blink, Blink, Blink

What is left?

The other eye becomes right.

Where, then will that leave me?

Content or not?

Fix my eyes on Him in

Every circumstance of my life

God will make for my good

If my focus is on Him.

Crystal clear vision

Through spiritual eyes

Brings true contentment.

The peace of God

Reigns in my heart now

The seasons of my life flee

and long far away there

I glimpse eternity.

--Bev Field 20 Jun 2023