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Peter, James.
Suffer the little children to come unto me,
for of such is the kingdom of God.
I love the Primary song that says:
"Tell me the stories of Jesus I love to hear,
Things I would ask him to tell me if he were here.
Scenes by the wayside, tales of the sea,
Stories of Jesus, tell them to me."
Come ye after me, and I will make
you to become fishers of men.
I believe that starting a tradition of telling
the stories of Jesus to our children and families
is a very special way to keep the Sabbath day
holy in our homes.
This will surely bring a special spirit to our home
and provide our family with examples from the Savior
Himself.
Moments such as when He spat on the ground
and, having made clay of the spittle,
anointed the eyes of the blind man and said unto him:
Go, wash in the pool of Siloam.
"And the man obeyed, and washed, and came seeing."
I could visualize hands that had healed, comforted, edified,
and blessed, breaking the bread as Jesus said:
This do in remembrance of me.
Then He took a cup filled with wine and gave thanks
and gave the cup to them, saying:
This cup is the new testament in my blood,
which is shed for you.
I cried as I visualized Christ eating with them, when
He declared, "Verily I say unto you, that one of you
shall betray me."
In my mind I looked at the disciples one by one
and saw in their eyes their concern
for the Master, whom they loved greatly.
It was as if I were sitting there
with them, watching everything.
I felt an intense pain in my heart,
full of grief and sorrow for what He
was about to experience for me.
My soul was filled by an overwhelming desire
to be a better person.
In repentance and sorrow, I fervently
wished to be able to dry and avoid
the spilling of at least a few drops of His blood shed
in Gethsemane.
I then pondered about the sacrament
we partake every week in remembrance of Him.
While doing so, I meditated upon each word of the blessing
on the bread and the water.
I deeply reflected about the words "and always remember him"
in the blessing on the bread and "that they do always
remember him" in the blessing on the water.
I meditated on what it means to always remember Him.
To me it means to remember His humble birth
in a manger in Bethlehem of Judea
and when, even as a 12-year-old boy,
He talked and preached to the doctors in the temple.
"And he shall turn the heart of the fathers to the children,
and the heart of the children to their fathers."
To remember when He went aside privately
into a desert to prepare for His mortal ministry;
and when He was taken to Pilate and to Herod for trial;
and when He was humiliated, buffeted, spat upon, smote,
and scourged with a whip that tore His flesh;
and when a crown of thorns was brutally put upon His head.
To remember that He had to carry His own cross to Golgotha
and that He was nailed to the cross
there, suffering every physical and spiritual pain.
And then at the cross, with His bowels full of charity,
He looked at those who had crucified Him
and raised His eyes to heaven, pleading:
Father, forgive them; for they know not what they do.
To remember when He, knowing He had fulfilled
His mission of saving all mankind,
gave up His spirit into the hands of His Father,
our Father.
It is finished.
To remember His Resurrection, which
ensures our own resurrection and the possibility
to live beside Him for all eternity,
depending on our choices.
I love the Sabbath, the sacrament, and what it means.
I love the Savior with all my soul.
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