Unhistoric Acts

I have thought a lot over the last few years about the good but largely anonymous lives of millions of people scattered over the earth. They live quietly, and die just as quietly. They go to graves everywhere to silently await the resurrection. There is often a memorial service of some kind depending on custom in their culture. There is sadness, and sometimes heartbreak if death is untimely. The living remember them briefly, but soon, they are all but forgotten by nearly everyone as the world rushes onward. Cemeteries the world over are full of such unheralded people. Some of them are visited on Memorial Day by relatives and friends, but after a generation or two, they are mostly left alone.

Your Own Sacred Grove

My wife’s brother is a stake president in the southeast. He shared the following as a spiritual thought in a meeting with bishops and other stake leaders. I asked him to allow me to publish it to my blog – he was happy to do so.