Have you ever tried to skip a rock
on water? If you choose a small, flat stone carefully and throw it so that it
strikes the water parallel to the surface, it can skip six or seven times
before it finally loses momentum and sinks. But skipping creates many
overlapping ripples that spread out from each bounce of the rock. Soon however,
the water settles down and the ripples disappear. The things we do or say are
somewhat like this, but here the metaphor breaks down. Often what we do or say
remains in the hearts and minds of those around us for many years, even a
lifetime. It may even be passed on to future generations. Even though they are
not seen, the effect of the ripples is immeasurable, especially with social
media – consequences can cascade far beyond our ability to control or manage
them.
Russell's Ruminations
These writings are my own. I try to support my thoughts with quotes and scripture references – my thoughts are in blue; references are in black. I don’t profess doctrinal infallibility or authority, nor do I have any standing as a spokesperson for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. If you find these writings useful, I am pleased. If they contend with your understanding of a subject, I apologize. If there a topic you wish to discuss, I will do my best to respond.
Tuesday, August 7, 2018
Sunday, July 15, 2018
Eithth-grade Glee Club
So… here I am in eighth grade at
the old Antioch Junior High
School. I
survived seventh grade the year before, enduring considerable bullying and even
some petty blackmail by the big time ninth graders (Karma fell upon them when
they became freshmen in high school the next year).
I had always wanted to learn to
sing, so I signed up for eighth grade glee club. I had never sung before in any
organized fashion, but I really wanted to learn. The sad end of my first
semester was that the teacher actually asked me not to come back for the second
semester. She not very kindly informed me that I could not carry a tune in a
bucket. I was the only one (that I am aware of) she removed from glee club –
very embarrassing, and it resulted in a mostly lifelong assumption that I could
not sing.
Tuesday, June 26, 2018
Trees of Righteousness
Once again I have chosen to revisit Isaiah 61:3 (look it up) because the idea that the Lord is willing to prune me to help me become a “tree of righteousness” is so inspiring to me that it just pops into my mind from time to time. I do want to live up to the potential he sees in me – which I often do not see in myself as clearly as he does – but which must be there if he sees it. So I am willing to keep trying.
Wednesday, May 30, 2018
The Wild Chicken Eggs Incident (circa 1953)
We only lived in LaVerkin, Utah for about 2 years, but I thought that it was a wonderful place to live,
with considerable forgiveness for boyish mischief and stupidities, and all the
freedom I wanted of the town and the hills.
I quickly made friends with Leon
Duncan, who lived next door to me. We did everything together. We roamed the
hills and fields around LaVerkin all summer, went to Church together, worked on
our Trekker bandaloes together (an LDS Primary thing), and cooked and ate some
rotten eggs together, among other equally dumb things.
Monday, October 23, 2017
Come to Scratch
I have told this story before, in a
2010 blog post, but I think it’s worth retelling seven years later. It seems to
fit well with the intent of this post. As you will see as the discussion
proceeds, I “came to scratch” with the adversary and lost.
My first chance to get a taste of
real beer came one evening in Antioch , California when I was about 14 years old, as I was babysitting our
next-door neighbor’s children. They were not LDS, and there were three or four
beer cans on the table in front of the couch. There was also cold beer in the
refrigerator. I didn’t have the courage to open a fresh one, but as I shook
some of the cans on the table, I discovered that they still had some beer in
them. After some personal discussion with the adversary (or one of his
minions):
Tuesday, April 18, 2017
My Personal TOUCHDOWN!
When I was in 9th grade in the old Antioch Junior High School (long gone now) we had gym class every day. We suited up in
our grey shorts and tee shirts (gym uniform – everybody wore the same thing)
and went out on the playing fields to do whatever our gym instructors wanted us
to do.
Thursday, February 23, 2017
The Murals
In the Salt Lake Temple , the walls in the various rooms are covered with beautiful
murals. While the temple is not open to the public (only church members in good
standing may enter), many smaller renditions of the murals can be seen in the
work of the 5 art missionaries sent to Paris to prepare by studying with the masters of the Paris art scene. They were to return and paint appropriate murals on the walls.
The most prominent among them was a Swiss-born artist, John C. Hafen. You can
find out much more about him by Googling John C. Hafen, or Utah impressionism.
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