She then ministered to them.

Had she then ministered to him?

The one, who was sent,
By the one who loved them all?

Such difficulty, there had always been.
Between him and the one who created him.

This the one, who created him second.
The first creator he has no memory of,
the one in the divine nursery.

She the first, sought to ease, the difficulty.
between the second creator and her son.

Once long ago, lost had been another,
In the act of creation.

All of his life he had heard the story,
of the one who died young taking her final creation,
with her into the Eternities.

She then leaving behind her first six creations.
This then for the father to raise,
in the middle of a depression.

This then was his great-grandmother,
his mothers, mothers, mother.

Did his grandmother then return to minister to them,
to heal the void, between them now?
At the request, of the Eternal Mother,
The one from the divine Nursery?

His mom so young had she been,
when created him, she.
So young and inexperienced,
tobe then she was, still learning.

This angel, then sent, to minister,
his mothers, mothers, mother.
To heal the void, between them two.

This is the thought that then comes to him,
as he fears the loss of the grandmothers,
from the bitterness, and failure to forgive his mother,
for the mother she has ceased to be.

So, he knows now then, the angel sent to minister,
To bind up the wounds and seal the void,
between them now.

Lauretta West Byington
5 June 1893- 7 May 1924

 

 

I thank God, whom I serve, as my ancestors did, with a clear conscience, as night and day I constantly remember you in my prayers.  Recalling your tears, I long to see you, so that I may be filled with joy.  I am reminded of your sincere faith, which first lived in your grandmother Lois and in your mother Eunice and, I am persuaded, now lives in you also.  (2 Timothy 1:3-5 (NIV))

He sent angels, divine messengers, to bless His children, reassure them that heaven was always very close and that His help was always very near.  (Jeffrey R. Holland October Conference 2008)

The Lord builds up Jerusalem;
He gathers together the outcasts of Israel.
He heals the brokenhearted
And binds up their wounds. (Psalm 147:2-3)

"With malice toward none with charity for all with firmness in the right as God gives us to see the right let us strive on to finish the work we are in to bind up the nation's wounds, to care for him who shall have borne the battle and for his widow and his orphan ~ to do all which may achieve and cherish a just and lasting peace among ourselves and with all nations." Lincoln's Second Inaugural Address

 

My wife the prophetess

1. Deborah was a prophetess.  She like my wife, daughter, and sister have an important place in building the kingdom of God.  Judges 4:4

In the last few months, I have been reading and searching the scripture to understand the powers my wife and sister share with their Heavenly Mother.  I remember when the children were babies and my wife would pray over them as she placed them in a cool basin of water when they were ill or teething.  My wife can serve a mission and serve in the temple without formal ordination.  These are things I could not do. A few months ago I wrote this essay on some of my conclusions. 

I have learned to know and to appreciate how my wife is a prophetess and how the powers She shares with her Heavenly Mother bless our family. 

On his Wife's Heavenly Power

Coming to terms with my racist past

 Does the fact that a man is a racist slave-holding person preclude him from being a righteous god-fearing man seeking to redeem Zion.

In the United States today there are men and women forming mobs and tearing down statues.  Most of these statues are of men who at some point in their lives owned slaves. Among these statues are men who lived and died seeking to create the world we now inhabit. Men like Thomas Jefferson, and Francis Scott Key, and Ulysses Grant. Grant by the way emancipated his one slave before emancipation was an acceptable thing and this caused him trouble with his in-laws.

For a long time, there has been a need to recognize and come to terms with our racist heritage. Many of my personal heroes have a racist past. Let me tell you about one racist slaveholder from my past.

This man was a Methodist preacher who turned to full-time missionary work when his wife died and left him with two young children. He left his children with his best friend's wife and went on preaching circuits spreading the Methodist faith with no purse or script.

He later discovered and helped promote a major American Religion. He served two missions to England and was responsible for bringing tens of thousands of English converts to America to strengthen this society. He led tens of thousands of religious refugees from the United States to form a new society in the Great Basin of the then Mexican Territory.

After he founded this territory, he worked to create slave laws protecting the right to own slaves in this territory. As a trustee for this faith, for a short time, he became the owner of at least one slave. As a religious and civil leader, he worked to hold the United States Army in central Wyoming, for a winter, to further his political and religious agenda.

He worked for and actively pursued a policy that prevented negro men and women from holding priesthood office in that faith.  That policy continued for nearly 130 years.

Knowing his racist past would you join a mob to tear down his statue?

Occasionally the people we know, and love does things that we do not approve of. My relationship with my mother was troubling and always a dance. She made many mistakes as she learned to be a better mom. It is only after I became a father that I learned to understand some of the choices she made.  Because my mom made many mistakes and did many things to harm her children in the process of learning to be a mom should I then take all of her pictures and burn them?

I think we need to use the same hindsight with our leaders and their racist past that I have used to understand my mother’s choices and mistakes.  I have learned from her mistakes.  I am learning to avoid the errors in parenting that she committed.

This racist Methodist preaching I am speaking about is Brigham Young, who as trustee in trust for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints did hold title to at least one slave. This slave had been donated to the church by one of the Mississippi Saints who donated it in partial payment of their tithing.  Green Flake was one of the vanguard 144 pioneers who first arrived in the great basin area of the future Utah Territory in 1847. During the winter of 1857, Brigham Young did capture and hold the United States Army in the Fort Bridger area of the Wyoming Territory while he sought a negotiated settlement between the Mormon Church and the United States Government. 

"Truth Be Told"

Lie number one: You're supposed to have it all together
And when they ask how you're doin', just smile and tell them, "Never better"
Lie number two: Everybody's life is perfect except yours
So keep your messes and your wounds and your secrets safe with you behind closed doors

But truth be told
The truth is rarely told, no...

I say, "I'm fine, yeah, I'm fine, oh, I'm fine, hey, I'm fine"
But I'm not, I'm broken
And when it's out of control I say it's under control
But it's not and You know it
I don't know why it's so hard to admit it
When bein' honest is the only way to fix it
There's no failure, no fall
There's no sin You don't already know
So let the truth be told

There's a sign on the door, says, "Come as you are" but I doubt it
'Cause if we lived like that was true, every Sunday mornin' pew would be crowded
But didn't You say church should look more like a hospital?
A safe place for the sick, the sinner and the scarred, and the prodigals, like me

But truth be told, the truth is rarely told
Oh, am I the only one who says...

"I'm fine, yeah, I'm fine, oh, I'm fine, hey, I'm fine"
But I'm not, I'm broken
And when it's out of control I say it's under control
But it's not and You know it
I don't know why it's so hard to admit it
When bein' honest is the only way to fix it
There's no failure, no fall
There's no sin You don't already know
So let the truth be told

Can I really stand here unashamed
Knowin' that Your love for me won't change?
Oh God, if that's really true
Then let the truth be told

I say, "I'm fine, yeah, I'm fine, oh, I'm fine, hey, I'm fine"
But I'm not, I'm broken
And when it's out of control I say it's under control
But it's not and You know it
I don't know why it's so hard to admit it
When bein' honest is the only way to fix it
There's no failure, no fall
There's no sin You don't already know
Yeah, I know
There's no failure, no fall
There's no sin You don't already know
So let the truth be told

on supporting the temple

 1.      The sons of Kohath were given the assignment to watch over and protect the Tabernacle Numbers 4:15

1. In the center of our town, there is a temple built by my great-grandfathers, great-grandfather. His name is Alexander McQueen. Now to honor him I attend and care for his temple.  I do not do the laundry or mow the lawn.  I maintain it by paying a faithful tithe and offering. Because I am grateful for his sacrifice I support the upkeep of the temple.  My brothers and sisters maintain the temple by paying faithful tithes and offerings. 

This is how we show gratitude to my grandfather for building us a temple. 

Alexander McQueen Family

On memories of Momma and the bedroom

 I woke this morning in a room where my Momma’s last three children were conceived. This room has been many things in the previous 45 years. It was a bedroom, a tv room, a hospital room, and finally a prison. My Momma spent her final years here confined to an oversized, overstuffed chair.

This room is where my Momma took her last breath. This room is where she took the sacrament weekly. This the Aaronic Priesthood delivered it to her home. This room is where we talked about Daddy and what would happen to him after she was gone.

This room is where I told her I understood her life’s choices and forgave her. I forgave her for being the mom she had ceased to be so many years ago. I was so furious at the Momma of my youth and learned to appreciate the Momma she is today.

Today, with the return of the wall, it is now a bedroom and a classroom. It is where I return to nightly and desperately seek to do just enough homework to finish this semester. It is where I set the alarm to call my wife nightly as she gets off her shift at the Gas Station. She has given me this time to care for my father in his final years. This time is when I seek to remind her how grateful I am that she has shared this life with me. I believe in Eternal Marriage, and ten thousand years from now, this will be a minor blip in our Eternal Relationship.

So, I seek to care for my father and build a relationship with my wife and children. This then is how I strive to develop Eternal Relationships with my family and my God.

On Being like Mose

 Nothing can separate us from the love of God. Exodus 32:30-34

While Moses was on the mount the people create a golden calf and sinned against the Lord. Moses loved the people, so he sought to intervene with the Lord on their behalf as a redeemer type as Christ serves as our redeemer.  God did not wash the sin of the people away but sought to turn them back his way again.  No matter how much we sin God will work for us to bring us redemption.  We must be careful that we do not sin beyond the point where we no longer seek redemption as the people under Mormon and Nephi no longer sought redemption. 

Have you ever saught to be a redeemer like Moses. Would you like to help redeem a brother and sister by both being a good example and by teaching and sharing what you know? 

First, you must love the people and they must know that you love them. You may have to serve them for decades before they begin to trust.  They may never change because of your influence, but they might. What do you have to lose by trying?

Thinks about this. 

God in Embryo, or the new Zygote.

 

Where we are in the universe

 

Moses 1

8 And it came to pass that Moses looked, and beheld the aworld (Links to an external site.) upon which he was created; and Moses bbeheld (Links to an external site.) the world and the ends thereof, and all the children of men which are, and which were created; of the same he greatly cmarveled (Links to an external site.) and wondered.

10 And it came to pass that it was for the space of many hours before Moses did again receive his natural astrength (Links to an external site.) like unto man; and he said unto himself: Now, for this cause I know that bman (Links to an external site.) is cnothing (Links to an external site.), which thing I never had supposed.

What is this then what Moses sees on Mt Sinai?  Why does supposed man is nothing?

But man is not nothing. Man is God's Child.  Man is god in embryo.  I and God are the same species. A sperm and an egg come together to create a Zygote. This Zygote is the same species as God. It is god in embryo.

My mom informed me that she knew I was coming at my conception.  She has a memory of where she was when she and Dad created me. For years I thought that was gross.  I really did not want to hear that from my mom.  No child wants to think about his parents creating life.  Now I wonder if God shared that secret with my mom.  Was I that special to God? Maybe it was my Eternal Mother who shared that information with my mom, not my Eternal Father.  She had spent eons with me in the Eternal Nursery and now she was sending me to Earth and she wanted my Earthly Mother to share in the joy of my creation.

Where we are in the Universe BYU-I video

On the question of posterity

 On his posterity 

 

1)      Genesis 26:4 God promised Abraham a great posterity through his son Isaac.

a)       I have been given the same promise in my patriarchal blessing. I was blessed with a large righteous posterity. At the time of the blessing, I was unaware that I was personally infertile. I am sure God was aware of my infertility. I have often asked myself what God sees as my posterity. When I was courting my wife, she informed me of her possible infertility. I told her that her possible infertility had no bearing on my choice to marry her. We would work out those details after we married. When we discovered my infertility, we chose to find joy in raising nieces and nephews while we waited for our children to come. This brought much happiness into our relationship. I have since learned my posterity includes all of those I have led to Christ. Thankfully we have adopted two beautiful children and helped her mom to raise two additional grandchildren.

 

What is in posterity, how do I define my posterity?

If posterity are the children of the body? Why did God promise in my Patriarchal Blessing a large righteous posterity if he knew I was not able to create sperm cells? Posterity for me must be something besides children of the body.

My wife and I have adopted two children and we are expecting our first grandchild in the spring. We almost had a grandchild when my daughter was in her teenage years. She miscarried before I was informed of its conception. Was this my posterity?

If we had not adopted children, who then would my large righteous posterity be? The nieces and nephew my wife and I found such joy in helping to raise?

Since my early teens, my greatest desire has been to lead my family to live more moral lives. They have led more moral lives and they are making better choices, are they then this large righteous posterity?

I often feel a tremendous sense of guilt, shame, and loss because I have not served in formal church leadership roles since the beginning of our marriage. I have wondered if the Lord trusts me to lead his formal church. I have discovered what a blessing this has been in my life and the life of those I serve. This has left me with time to lead those who will never see the inside of a church. I am loved and admire by this group. I have led many of them to live more moral lives. Are they then my posterity?

I developed a talent for poetry when my wife was dying of cancer.  If not for the cancer treatments I would never have attempted poetry.  Will the poetry be my legacy and posterity?

These all be partial answers to the question of posterity.

 

 

 

On God inviting Noah in to the Ark, that became a temple

 

God invited Noah into the Ark for protection. He creates arks today for us to dwell in for safety.  Our temples today may be one of those arks.  Genesis 7:1

I began attending church on Sunday when I was 12 years old. When I was fourteen, I felt a desire to gain a testimony. I found the Standard Works not interesting to read.  The standard works included The Bible, The Book of Mormon, The Doctrine and Covenants, and The Pearl of Great Price. I love to study history.  I was given a copy of Joseph Smith History of The Church.  I read and journaled about what I was learning. 

With this scripture study, I gained a desire to live a better life. I gained a desire to live a more moral life.  My family was participating in some activities that were not morally correct.  I wanted to be an influence in helping them to live a more ethical and joyful life.

I love my family and do not want to shame or disgrace them.  I came to an understanding that God could set apart and dedicate places where he could dwell with his children. I wanted my bedroom to become a place like that in my parent's home.  I dedicated my bedroom to be a place of sanctuary like the temple in the center of our town—the temple built by grandfathers where God would dwell with his children.  

I think God invited me to create this temple and to dwell in this temple as he invited Noah into the Ark.  The Ark became a temple for his family and animals to dwell with God.

on his adoption of Milton, and the question of scripture

Can a book,
though it be revelation,
be considered scripture,.
If it be not adopted,
by a faith community.

Thus begins his love, and study, of Milton,
and his Paradise Lost, then Regained

Forever then trapped,
shall he remain,
in its stygian pool,
the remainder of his days.

Paradise Lost Book III

Thee I re-visit now with bolder wing,[13]
Escap't the Stygian Pool, though long detain'd
In that obscure sojourn, while in my flight [ 15 ]
Through utter and through middle darkness borne
With other notes then to th' Orphean Lyre
I sung of Chaos and Eternal Night,
Taught by the heav'nly Muse to venture down
The dark descent, and up to reascend, [ 20 ]
Though hard and rare: thee I revisit safe,
And feel thy sovran vital Lamp; but thou
Revisit'st not these eyes, that rowle in vain
To find thy piercing ray, and find no dawn;

John Milton had written, or more likely dictated to his daughter, as an old man who had lost his sight, his epic poems Paradise Lost and Paradise Regained.  As a young man, he loved Greek tales and fables. He saught to write an Epic, in the Greek Tradition, at first on the Arthurian Legends. 

As an older man who lost two wives in childbirth, and experienced a decade-long separation from his first wife he turns to the story of Adam and Even and the redemption of Christ as the subject of his epic poems. 

The Stygian pool refers to the river Styx the river in the Greek Under-World.  I have been captured by John Milton and desire to be immersed in his Stygian Pool and to learn of the true myth of Adam and Eve.

On Christ return and a Zion people

 Luke 1:16-17 “And he will turn many of the children of Israel to the Lord their God, and he will go before him in the spirit and power of Elijah, to turn the hearts of the fathers to the children, and the disobedient to the wisdom of the just, to make ready for the Lord a people prepared.” (English Standard Version)

When Christ comes again, he will need a people primarily prepared to be self-governing. He will not return to impose his will but to guide those willing to follow to become Zion people.

I live with and care for my aged father in a house full of bad memories. Most of my memories of life in this house are memories of poverty and neglect.

I care for him not because it is in my best interests but because it is in his best interest.

From my bedroom window, I see a building built by my grandfathers, so my Eternal Parents will have a place to visit with me, so my Eternal Mother can hold me in her bosom.

From this building, my grandmothers knelt at alters and covenanted to be like our Eternal Mother and to guild their children to her presence.

I knelt at the same alters to make the same commitments to my wife and children.

Emmanuel: God is with us.

MercyMe - On My Way to You

What Good Is God?

God the noun. 
Good the adjective.
A simple “o” varies them. 

Last night exhausted not from the day
but from the burdens,
the perennial grief,
the confusion 

all of which I knew would
wake me in the morning
with a cold kiss 

I mouthed not a prayer but a question: 

“What good is God?
Truly. What good is God?” 

I listened, hoping I might hear
some goodly explanation. 

Crickets. 

I had discovered that God
is not a good conversationalist
so I made up this exchange: 

“Dear God,
is watching the world
just spectator sport to you? 

Couldn’t you get a little more involved?
All these prayers, God . . . what’s the use?” 

So you think you have prayed for bread
and I’ve given you a stone? 

“You could put it that way.”
Even if that were true, which it is not
what would your friend Jesus
tell you to do about it? 

“Do? Like . . . ?” 

Like return good for evil . . .
love your enemies . . .
Bless those that curse you . . . 

“I didn’t say you cursed me.” 

Like pray for those that mistreat you
or give you a stone instead of bread. 

“Pray for you?” I laughed.
“Pray for God?” 

If I don’t answer your prayers
you could answer mine
that’s what Jesus would say. 

“You pray?” 

Without ceasing. 

“For what?” 

I pray that you will not give me a stone
but that you will give me bread
that you will feed my sheep
feed my sheep. 

I kept waking in the night as warm little kisses
reminded me of the time after time dear ones
had lifted my stones
had given me bread
had fed this little sheep.

Pearson, C. L. (2020). Finding Mother God. 

I remember when

You ask me to help you make a baby.

It was on our second night together

As a married couple.

It began with a gentle

Nibbling on your ear.

Little did we know

I could never make a baby.

We then waited, together

For the babies,

Sent by one, who loved us, three.

Twice then came the gift

Of the babies.

Now we share this life

Together, apart

And I remember then

Our trip together

Into, eternity.

On incomplete poetry And revealed thought.

Why doe'th he write it,

Or doe'th it right him.

These thoughts incomplete,

They revele'th their in.

To fill in the blanks,

Tis but given them now.

T'is his not to seek,

but to them to reveal.

To both, come'th now,

And it filleth their in.

Found on Facebook from July 2015

On the love of God, the Father for Lucifer

  

D.C. 76:25-29

25 And this we saw also, and bear record, that an ^aangel of God who was in authority in the presence of God, who ^brebelled against the Only Begotten ^cSon whom the Father ^dloved and who was in the bosom of the Father, was thrust down from the presence of God and the Son,

26 And was called ^aPerdition, for the heavens ^bwept over him—he was ^cLucifer, a son of the morning.

27 And we beheld, and lo, he is ^afallen! is fallen, even a son of the morning!

28 And while we were yet in the Spirit, the Lord commanded us that we should write the vision; for we beheld Satan, that old ^aserpent, even the ^bdevil, who rebelled against God, and sought to take the kingdom of our ^cGod and his Christ—

29 Wherefore, he maketh ^awar with the saints of God, and encompasseth them round about.

Lucifer was known and loved in pre-existence.   Our Eternal Parents and the angels still mourn his loss.  I am sure the Eternal Father would even now redeem Lucifer if Lucifer desired redemption.

For years I have studied John Milton’s Paradise Lost.  In the beginning, it was mostly because of my need to search out the pre-restoration prophets.  I have been convinced that God spoke to other men before he spoke to Joseph Smith.  These men laid a foundation for the restoration.  I have come to know that John Milton was one of these pre-restoration prophets.

In Book iii beginning in line 80 God The Father and God the Son are watching Lucifer sneak out of the place of banishment.  They are discussing why God the Father will permit Lucifer to tempt the man, Adam.  They also state why God the Son will redeem man while he cannot redeem Lucifer.  

“The first sort by thir own suggestion fell,

Self-tempted, self-deprav'd: Man falls deceiv'd [ 130 ]

By the other first: Man therefore shall find grace,”

 

“Through all restraint broke loose he wings his way

Not farr off Heav'n, in the Precincts of light,

Directly towards the new created World,

And Man there plac't, with purpose to assay [ 90 ]

If him by force he can destroy, or worse,

By some false guile pervert; and shall pervert

For man will heark'n to his glozing lyes,

And easily transgress the sole Command,

Sole pledge of his obedience: So will fall, [ 95 ]

Hee and his faithless Progenie: whose fault?

Whose but his own? ingrate, he had of mee

All he could have; I made him just and right,

Sufficient to have stood, though free to fall.

Such I created all th' Ethereal Powers [ 100 ]

And Spirits, both them who stood and them who faild;

Freely they stood who stood, and fell who fell.

Not free, what proof could they have givn sincere

Of true allegiance, constant Faith or Love,”

 

John Milton, in Book III, shows correctly why God permitted Lucifer to fall and tempt man, but he does not show the deep love God the Father has for Lucifer and why the Heavens mourned his loss.  Joseph Smith may be the first person to clarify the deep love, of God the Father, for Lucifer and the significant loss to the Heavens at Lucifer's rebellion.

Written as a final reflection for a Doctrine Covenants Class

Brigham Young University - Idaho

Spring 2021

 

To mourn the loss of the possibilities

Two possibilities were lost, when first they wed,
confident she was, of these possibilities.

This then, the request, a priesthood blessing,
to ward off the loss, of the possibilities.

Still,  then came the loss, this, then day.
This then his personal Gethsemane.

Then came the new, possibilities,
provided by the one, that loved them all.

Thus comes a life, of raising,
their possibilities.

Much joy and sorrow then come,
from raising, these possibilities.

I hope you mourn the loss,
of your possibilities,
and gain joy, from raising
your new, possibilities.

"Before you cross the street take my hand.
Life is what happens to you
while you’re busy making other plans."

(John Lennon)

Steven Bassett

On memories of a school playground

 

The building is gone,
long gone, now.

The memories remain,
the number of times I sat there,
wondering, why I had no friends.

My back turned to the playground.
Was my back turned to the possibilities, too?

It took years to learn,
to have a friend I had to be one. 

Thankfully, in Jr. High,
a group of friends helped me learn,
to be a friend so I could have friends.

Now life is a joy and I have learned this lesson,
and I share it now,
with my new friends. 

On the first and last companions

He had chosen one of them, a woman
as his first and last, companion.

The first apostle of the resurrection,
A special witness was a woman.
The first to testify of the renewal.

She being the first to see, his eternal, body.
This Easter Morn.

She then to witness, to the ones,
Who prayed daily, thank God I was not born,
A woman.

One of them had begged him,
To turn water into wine,
As a sign of celebration, and renewal,
At a wedding feast.

It was not his time yet,
Not yet ready, still in preparation,
In honor and obedience,
To a woman, he turned,
then water into wine. 

This then Jesus.

Then what of one who came later,
The one who served modern Israel.

In modern Israel, among the saints,
And sinners of the Mississippi Delta.
He being the chief Sinner,
In need of renewal,
This Eastern Mourn.

His first and last companions,
Had been women too.

On arriving in Jackson, Mississippi.
The mission president had a need,
To move a car, and sister missionary,
To Monroe Louisiana.
This, then, new assignment,

Then at the end came the second, woman.
She the one who delivered him, first
To modern Israel.

He, her only child born in the summer,
In the afternoon, he was broken then too. 

On the day of his birth,
This new discovery
This then the need, for surgery,

To create a body opening,
To expel the waste material,
Of a life.

The next 21 years,
They  would  then dance,
In and out of each other’s lives,
creating memories, together,
some good, many bad.

Until in this trip, together,
He would create an opening,
In their lives, to expel,
The anger, the hurt, and the shame,
Of the sad memories,  together.

As he shared with her, 
His love of Vicksburg.

Steven Bassett

D.C. 69:1 

"Hearken unto me, saith the Lord your God, for my servant Oliver Cowdery’s sake. It is not wisdom in me that he should be entrusted with the commandments and the moneys which he shall carry unto the land of Zion, except one go with him who will be true and faithful."

On faithfully advocating for change in the temporal church

 “On every continent and across isles of the sea, the faithful are being gathered into The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. Differences in cultural background, language, gender, and facial features fade into insignificance as members lose themselves in service to their beloved Savior. Paul’s declaration is being fulfilled: “As many of you as have been baptized into Christ have put on Christ.” 1994–A:69, Russell M. Nelson, “Teach Us Tolerance and Love”

I am 55 years old, and I have seen very many changes in the church.  I was born into a church that discriminated against black men and women.   Men and women were denied priesthood ordinations and temple blessings based on the color of their skin. 

These practices were preached from general conference pulpits based on the false tradition, that it was taught by Joseph Smith.  Faithful men begin the study of what Joseph Smith personally taught and practiced and documented how the current teachings were false.

In 1973 Lester E. Bush wrote and published in Dialogue Magazine Mormonism’s Negro Doctrine: an Historical Overview.

In the early 1960s, there is evidence that Pres. Hugh B. Brown recognized that this practice was one of the false traditions of our fathers and not a doctrine, or practice, from Heavenly Father.  He came close to having the practice removed and changed by The Quorum of the Twelve at that time. I can speculate that the general church membership was not prepared for this change. Elder Spencer W. Kimball continued to support this policy in public while seeking continuing light and truth on this matter. He may have been praying for ways to help prepare the general church membership for these changes.

Lester Bush, through his scholarly work, was assisting in preparing the general church membership for these changes.

I can remember in my youth, reading about Sonja Johnson, and her ex-communication. She publicly advocated for the Equal Rights Amendment.  This avocation was not the real concern for her stake president and local leaders. The real concern was the damage she was causing the missionary program because of her speeches, degrading the church and its leaders, before the  American Psychological Association.

Here you see two examples of ways to create change in the temporal church. One is the faithful approach, and one is the unfaithful approach.  I can be most effective in my avocation for change by faithfully supporting the current leadership and policies.

I have learned many things from personal study and prayer. Some of these may seem heterodoxical.   I am learning the ways Heavenly Mother is sharing her powers with her daughters. It may be different from the ways  Heavenly Father shares his powers with his sons.  The great mystery is why Heavenly Father requires formal ordination while Heavenly Mother does not.

I can be most effective in sharing these truths by first paying my tithing and maintaining a current Temple Recommend. In public, especially in my church assignments and ministering lessons, I am most effective by limiting my lessons to current doctrine while sharing my more personal teachings with close friends.

I wish to follow Lester Bush’s example and not Sonja Johnson’s.  I will support The First Presidency and the Quorum of the Twelve as they are preparing the general membership for a more expanded role for women in church temporal leadership.

This essay was written for my BYU-I Doctrine and Covenants class in the spring of 2021

Letter to an old friend

 Elise

Just a note of encouragement, your example meant so much to me when I wondered if I would ever have a friend, or if I could learn to be a friend. Being a member of the orchestra changed my life, for the better.

I hear the sense of frustration in your voice and wish to carry some of that burden and lift your pain.  This I cannot do.  What I can do is tell you that I am a fellow traveler on the road.  There are many of us who quietly carry a load, who desire to walk beside you on your journey.  

Journeys can be tough but sometimes they are the best way to learn and to grow. A Redwood Forest requires fire to be germinated. Their seedlings open under great heat generated from a forest fire.  

On Mr. Frodo and Gethsemane.

What be their task.

Here in the garden.

Know they not then, this burden.

Come to gloat, had they now,

Or only to mourn, this one.

If this be the failure, final.

All will be lost.

How to strengthen him then.

Thus, now they confirmed.

This burden, could carry, they not,

For man

For God.

The blood it flowed, drop by drop.

Once before there had been such a scene.

High on Mount Doom, in Mordor, a task almost too much, for this one to bare.

Mr. Frodo, all spent from burden, thus carried.

It had all seamed in vain.

Till came the friend, who walked the path.

Samwise Gamgee

"Come, Mr. Frodo!' he cried. 'I can't carry it for you, but I can carry you."

So do angel's imitate men and hobbits.

This lesson they share.

 
my poem written when my wife was undergoing cancer treatments

I wish I could carry your burden, but this I cannot, but like the angels in Gethsemane and Samwise Gamgee on Mount Mordor, I can walk beside you and share the pain. 

Early in our marriage my wife came to me and told me that she had stomach cancer.  She said not to worry as stomach cancer is a slow burner and we still had decades together.  From time to time, I would ask her about cancer.  She would confirm that it was no big deal, and she could handle it well.  I noticed that she held her stomach more and that more kinds of food seamed to unsettle her stomach. Then came the time she stated that the cancer was terminal and that she had six month to live. This would be the last time we would discuss the matter and she did not intend to inform anyone else but the children. She wanted to live the last six months with her children as normal as possible. 

We held a family council and decided to try one more unconventional treatment that at least offered the possibility of returning her appetite.  This, by some unexplained miracle, did return her to health.  She is doing well today.  

I cannot say God will cure you.  I cannot say that my diabetes will be cured.  Maybe together we can learn to manage our illness until we learn the lessons God has sent us here to learn. 

In the middle of the cancer treatments, I started writing poetry to dispel the pain. I needed somewhere to put all the guilt, sorrow and shame.  At first it was bad, very bad. But with time I found my voice and I shared it with a few trusted friends. I found a friend who helped me carry my load.  Those were some dark years. The support of a friend carried me through while we waited for the cure.

One of my favorite books on pain and shame and suffering is The Shack by William P. Young.  At the start of the book Mack’s daughter is kidnapped and murdered.  He is invited by Papa, his wife’s name for God, to come for a visit in the shack where his daughter was murdered. When he arrives, the shack is turned into a beautiful log cabin and a lady that looks like Oprah Winfrey opens the door. She says she is  Papa and is grateful he has stopped by for a visit.  Together in the kitchen they kneaded bread. He reminds her that she abandoned her son on the cross.  Then she states “Son, when all you see is your pain you lose sight of me.'' She shows him the scars she still carries on her wrist.  While Jesus may not have recognized her presence, still, she shared the load.  

The Shack - "Together" scene   

I wonder how many times Papa continues to carry our load though we may not recognize her presence.

I did not recognize Papa carrying my load. 

This poem came out of one of those difficult periods.  My wife was dying, and my daughter was getting married.  She asked the dog to walk her down the aisle.  I don’t know if life could get much darker. 

The scares, He bore.

The knife, it was not sharp,

Just enough,

Serrated, thus it was,

Small in size.

Designed to portion a steak

into smaller pieces.

It had rested on the table.

Left from a previous meal.

It was a tough morning,

leading to a tough day.

One was dying, was she?

One was taking the covenants,

of marriage.

Both performed,

one the marriage,

one the promise.

He was uncertain of his place in both, lives.

Luck had it there were no guns in the house.

Still,

Would they really care in the morning?

There was a lot of blood,

Still...

I learned that playing with knives did not solve my problem; it only left one more mess to clean up. 

I guess what I am trying to say is I did come through the darkness with the help of a friend.  My Heavenly Mother offered me the gift of poetry to shed the shame. I am grateful for the gift, even though it came at a heavy cost. 

Are there any gifts Papa has offered you as she has helped to carry your load?

I love to hear about your music.  I stopped playing when I left for the mission field. String Bass is not a solo instrument. Maybe when I finish college and life slows down a little, I will start those Cello lessons. Till then I will listen to Cellos solos on Spotify and think of you, still, as I hope to share your load today. 

Your fellow traveler.

Steven Bassett

On the Endowment and Forgiveness

 These are the thoughts I shared in my BYU-I Family History class about the Abrahamic Covenant.

The Endowment is only the beginning. It is the tie that binds me to my grandmothers for all eternity. It is the promises my mom made to me and that I then share with my wife and children. I think of these promises when life with my father, wife, and children gets tough. Life with my mom was always a dance. We weaved in and out of each other's lives. Each reaching and then pulling away. In the end, it was the promises that my mom and grandmothers made in the temple that drove me to rebuild our relationship.

It is about love, and hope, and forgiveness. loving and being loved when neither party deserves that love.

Matthew West "Forgiveness"