Saturday, April 30, 2016

I'm a Big Fan of His by Suzanne Hancock (and Cael and Paul)

On the way home from church on Easter Sunday, I had a CD playing in the car. My son, Cael, went to turn it up and said he wanted it louder because "It's beautiful music about Jesus, and I love Jesus. I'm a big fan of His." Of course, this made me chuckle at his choice of words (We obviously love sports at our house!), but as I have reflected on his simple comment over the last month, I have come to see how important it is that we ARE big fans of the one who gave all that we might have all. With this in mind, we, as a family, compiled a top-ten list of how we can show how much we love our Savior, Jesus Christ.

1. "Say a prayer." -Cael
2. "Serve others." -Paul
3. Wear His jersey, or in other words, bear His name as witnesses of Him, at all times and in all things and in all places.
4. "Do anything he wants us to do." -Cael
5. "Treat people with kindness." -Paul
6. Hold up signs proclaiming our love: Testify of Him, in word and in deed.
7. "Listen to His prophet." -Paul
8. Read and study His playbook, the scriptures, to give us direction and answers.
9."Imitate His life, just like you would imitate a favorite player." -Paul
10. Believe in Him and in His promises to us, that we will win if we follow Him.


I know that if we will do our best to emulate Jesus Christ, He will draw nearer to us and His spirit will direct our lives more fully. May we ever be unashamed to declare that we are not only His biggest fans, but that we truly are His dedicated followers.

Saturday, April 23, 2016

Everything I Am by Keirsten Nielsen

Kansas City Missouri Temple
I grew up in the bible belt of eastern Kansas.  I didn’t live in a small town; I was in a suburb of Kansas City.  A lot of who I am came from my upbringing there.  I learned a lot about people and religion that has stuck with me in my journey that has led me to Saint Johns, AZ.
I was the third child of seven, six of which were boys.  I believe I was always a good natured child and I’ve always had a burning love for my Savior and Heavenly Father.  As a child I can remember I wanted to do things that would make my Father in Heaven happy with me and my choices.  When I was three my mother taught us a lesson on tithing and that next Sunday I took all the coins I had in my little coin purse and eagerly dumped them into a tithing envelope.  I was super excited about the entire experience and could have cared less about the money.  When I was eight I could hardly wait to get baptized, and when the day finally arrived I was literally filled with pure joy.  My biggest dream was to someday go inside the temple.  When I turned 12 I got to go on a temple trip to the Denver Colorado temple (that was the closest one to us at the time).  The greyhound bus was buzzing with excitement as we drove to the temple.  It was dark when we finally arrived.  All the youth were loud and rowdy and most likely just stir crazy from the cramped bus trip.  I’ll never forget the feeling of entering the temple grounds for the first time.  I distinctly remember the spirit change to one of peace and tranquility and I knew I loved the temple even more at that moment.
There were not many members in the area where I grew up.  I got to see the church grow.  When we first moved to our home in Olathe, Ks there was not a church building nearby.  The closest one was in Paola, 35 minutes away.  Soon word came that a new stake center was being built about a mile from our home.  I recall driving by often to see the progress of the new building. When the stake center was finished and we were able to attend church there my family was thrilled. 
My experience at school was different than what most youth experience here.  Being a Mormon made my life a little harder at school.  I don’t remember anything standing out until my middle school years.  I started getting questions like, “Aren’t Mormons born with horns?”  In Choir, my favorite class, I would sit with my friends and we would have religious debates.  There were Baptists, Nazarenenon-denominationalCatholic and me.  We had all kinds of discussions.  In the middle school days the debates were sometimes focused on whose church was right and whose was not. As I moved into my high school years the discussions turned more to explaining my religion to my friends.  Some of their churches had classes against the LDS church and these kids would come and ask me questionswould try to clear up the falsehoods they had learned.  With all the criticism members faced in the area I felt it was my duty to prove that Mormons were good people by my example.  I also gained a realization that all Christians are wonderful people and I love them all, all denominations.  Some of the best kids I knew were not LDS.  
I am grateful for the friendships I had and for the good people I grew up around.  I’m grateful that I had the fullness of the gospel in my life.  I’m glad I held true to my faith and I’m glad I had the opportunity to stand out in a crowd. 
Everything I am and everything I hold dear I owe to my Savior Jesus Christ.  I have loved Him since before I can remember.  All the good and all the blessings I have ever received are because of Him.  There has not been one good thing that has happened to me that is not in direct correlation with my knowledge of Jesus Christ and my decision to follow him and be his disciple.  I know if I continue to follow Him I will continue my life in peace and happiness.  I love my Savior with all my heart and I pray we never lose our excitement for all the joys the gospel of Jesus Christs brings to our lives.  I still get excited when I step on the temple grounds.  There is nothing better in this life than entering into the house of the Lord and serving our ancestors.
         Being in St. Johns has been a true blessing to me.  I no longer feel like I’m proving a point with my religion.  I feel like I’m living it and loving every minute of it.  This community is my home and I love the people here.  I love all the denominations and I’m grateful for good people who believe and follow Jesus Christ.

Saturday, April 16, 2016

Looking Out, Not In by Natalie Hollembeak

I was asked in February if I would post on this blog, and I have been at a loss as to what I could share. At first I was tempted to share something that was, at minimal, “surface information” that wouldn’t require much time, thought, or feeling.  But, I’ve come to realize that I needed to dig deeper and share more. Forgive me as I ramble for a bit, but I think it is important for you to understand how I came to live in St. Johns.

I grew up as a farm girl in rural southeast Idaho. I am the oldest of eight children. I have four brothers and three sisters. My parents were high school sweethearts and married after my dad served a mission in Brazil. My family’s circumstances were humble as my father worked very hard to make ends meet running the farm he had been raised on and then had bought from his parents before they left on a mission to Ireland.  The house on the family farm that my dad grew up in was purchased along with the farm, and that is where I was raised. My parents loved us, cared for us, and provided for us in those humble circumstances, and we never felt like we were going without. We were taught to work at a young age and spent many hot, long summer days pulling weeds out of the large fields of green beans (raised for Del Monte) and wheat, rolling bales of hay, and helping with the livestock.
Both sets of grandparents lived within ten minutes from us, and we were lucky enough to have several cousins that lived within an hour from us.

The high school I attended, West Side High, consisted of students from five small communities along the mountains on the west side of the valley. There were 38 in my graduating class. I loved growing up in a small community. I felt safe and rooted. In saying that, I know that I took growing up in a small community for granted and didn’t fully appreciate it. After graduating from high school, I attended Utah State University and graduated from there in 1995. I lived in Draper, Utah and completed my student teaching in different schools in the Salt Lake Valley. After serving in the Nebraska, Omaha, Winter Quarters mission, I taught school for a year in Orem, Utah and then moved to Seattle, Washington where I experienced a very eye-opening two years of adventure.

Wanting to get closer to home and family, I decided to apply for jobs in Logan, Utah. As I was trying to get situated there, I was asked to be my Grandpa Bingham’s traveling partner as he traveled to St. Johns, Arizona for my cousin’s (Jason Bingham) mission farewell. This was my first introduction to St. Johns. While visiting, my Aunt Laurine (Bingham) started working on me, encouraging me to move down to St. Johns, live with them, and teach out on the reservation in Sanders, where she was currently teaching. I went back to Idaho, thought about it for a week, was offered a job over the telephone to teach 6th grade social studies at Sanders Middle School, and decided to do it. I saw it as another adventure that I might as well take advantage of, being single. I enjoyed my first year in St. Johns. Teaching out of town didn’t help me in getting to know people in town. I know of some people who thought that I was crazy as a young, single woman to be living in St. Johnsbut to be honest, I had been in the singles scene for nine years and was tired of it.  After the first year of teaching, I again applied for teaching jobs in southeast Idaho to be closer to my family, deciding that if it were meant to be, it would work out. I didn’t get offered a job in Idaho and felt that it meant that I needed to be in St. Johns. I spent the summer in Idaho with my family and returned to St. Johns the first weekend of August 2001. The night that I returned, I got a phone call from Stacey Farr, inviting me to dinner the next evening and asked me if it would be okay if she also invited someone she wanted to introduce me to, Bryan Hollembeak. I agreed, although very hesitantly, as I had many blind dates.

I felt like we were under the limelight that Sunday evening as we had dinner with the Farrs, the Binghams, and Quinn and Michelle Ashton. I was ready to run, but thanks to a very patient, loving, and wise Aunt Laurine, I gave it a chance, AND the rest is history. Bryan and I got married that December, and I became an instant mom. I knew being a stepmom wasn’t going to be easy, but I wasn’t prepared for how hard it was going to be, and it threw me flat on my back. Being a naturally quiet and reserved person, it was easy to turn inward with this new challenge in my life instead of reaching outward. I often wondered what I was doing here so far away from my family that could love me through this new chapter in my life. Down the road, I have sometimes questioned if this is the right place for me, but I have come to realize that the hand of Providence brought me here and provided a wonderful man and other people to love me and teach me. I have made a life with Bryan, and we have added to our family. As I have lived here and learned to extend myself, I have found people in this wonderful town that love my kids, who have taught me how to serve, and have made me feel at home. I am so amazed with how much emphasis is placed on our youth and how our town rallies around one another in times of need. As I continue to learn to extend myself to others, I am coming to realize that our Savior wants us to do the same towards Him. He wants us to look to Him to help us in our trials, to serve others through Him, and to offer the healing balm of love to our fellow men. I am grateful for His love and patience that I have felt through you, the people of St. Johns. Thank you!

Sunday, April 10, 2016

Will We Pay The Price? by Orlando Mora

During a Hollywood version of knights of the round table the King’s daughter is kidnapped by an evil witch who wants to control the world. The Princess and several villagers are chained in a dark cave awaiting a dreadful death. During their captivity a villager asks the princess, “So is this where we pay for our sins?” The Princess responds, “No, your sins are welcome here, this is the price we pay for virtue.”

Even though this is a fictional story, the same scenario is played out in real life more often than you think. For example; every time someone slams a door on the faces of missionaries, or a more extreme case is the true story of the two missionaries who were kidnapped in Saratov Russia (The Saratov Approach). I have personally witnessed how non-believers treat religious people. I cannot begin to imagine how Christ felt as He withstood so much punishment from His own. (Everything He did, He did for others) and was treated with contempt. What He did caused resentment and hate in the same souls that He would ultimately save. 

As time speedily moves forward, it has become evident how difficult it is for new church members to stay active. I believe it will continue to grow harder, particularly as the people from the great and spacious building (the world) point fingers, laugh and criticize us. Recently our church leaders have given us counsel to keep the Sabbath Day Holy and to attend all our meetings during the Sabbath. Virtue is not free and we will all pay a price for it. Our neighbors will laugh at us. We will lose family as a result of becoming Mormons. Co-workers will mock us, because we blessed our lunch in the cafeteria. I want to be like the Princess who knows exactly why she is to be executed, and is willing to pay the price for virtue and for Love of God. 

Saturday, April 2, 2016

I Owe it to my Mother by Lisa Heap

When I think about my journey to gaining a testimony, I realize that my journey to this knowledge and truth began more than 74 years ago.  In May of 1942 to be exact, when a little girl came into the world under very humble circumstances.  She was born in the small town of Jillquipan Michoacan Mexico.  She would be one of 8 children born to Ester and Jesus Arredondo.  The name, which she inherited and would be known throughout her life, translated in English, is Dawn.

All through Dawn’s life she was taught by her parents to be respectful, kind, and loving to others.  She was taught hard work, and in her busy home there was always something she needed to do to help contribute to the daily chores.  She was taught that she could accomplish or achieve anything she set out to do.  She was also taught the importance of her religion and faith, which was the center of her family life.  Her family regularly attended church, catechism, and all other church meetings. 

Her father’s work would often require long hours that would sometimes stretch late into the night, but no matter the late hour, Dawn knew she would be awakened by her father and asked to join the family in their recited prayers.  It was during those times, in a small room of their home down on bended knees that Dawn found herself longing to pray for more that what she had memorized.  Longing for more but not knowing exactly what that could be.  Soon she began feeling a void in her life that could not be filled; this void would continue to grow throughout her life.  Dawn was determined to find a way to feel completely fulfilled.

President Hinckley said: “The more surely you rear your children in the ways of the gospel of Jesus Christ, with love and high expectations, the more likely that there will be peace in their lives.”

When she turned 12, Dawn knew that change was coming.  At this time she was enjoying school and loved being in the 6th grade.  But she knew that her parents had a difficult decision to make.  Her parents would decide if they could continue to afford to send her to school, and if not she would be required to end her studies and contribute to the family’s finances.  This would entail Dawn getting a job at the age of 12 in a sewing factory located within walking distance of the family home.  The decision was difficult, but it was decided that she would start work at the sewing factory once the school year ended.

The following years would be very difficult for Dawn, who longed to be in school, learning and playing with her friends. She said: and I quote, “For the next 6 years, my routine was the same. I would get up before the sun came up and walk to the factory.  My days consisted of sewing anything from pants, sweaters, jackets, dresses, gloves, etc. Anything that could be sewn we sewed.  My day would end when the sun went down.  I often found myself walking home in the dark.  The days were long and grueling, I felt lonely.  Soon the feelings of emptiness I often felt as a child became my constant companion. I felt as though I had no direction or fulfillment in my life.”

The Proclamation states: “Happiness in family life is most likely to be achieved when founded upon the teachings of the Lord Jesus Christ”.

By the time Dawn turned 18 she had been working in the sewing factory for 6 years.  She had plenty of time over the years to decide what she wanted to do with her life.  Her dream was to come to the United States and make a better life for herself. The day after she turned 18 she was able to make that dream a reality, arriving in California in May of 1960 on a work visa.

I tell you this story of Dawn because she is my mother.  It is because of her desire and search for the truth, to questions that left such a void and emptiness in her life: Why are we here? Where are we going? What happens to us after we die? Her yearning for these answers is why I stand before you today.  She has always been an amazing example of faith, integrity, and commitment to the gospel.  It is because of her unwavering faith, prayers, and example that I too was able to gain my own testimony of the gospel.

In the Book of Mormon we read about 2,000 exemplary young men who were exceedingly valiant, courageous, and strong. “Yea, they were men of truth and soberness, for they had been taught to keep the commandments of God and to walk uprightly before him.” (Alma 53:21)

These faithful young men paid tribute to their mothers.  They said, “Our mothers knew it”.  I would also suspect that the mothers of Captain Moroni, Mosiah, Mormon, and other great leaders also knew.

Abraham Lincoln once said, “All that I am or hope to be I owe to my mother”.

When I think of the words of Nephi, I am reminded that I too, have been blessed and “born of goodly parents; therefore I was taught somewhat in all the learning of my “Mother’.

Several years after arriving in the United States, my mother was able to gain her citizenship. While living in California at the age of 28 she met my father.  He had just been released from the Military and had just returned home from Vietnam.  Although there was a language barrier between them, it didn’t stop them from falling in love and getting married.  Throughout their marriage my mother would continue to take us to church. My father would occasionally accompany us on these weekly expeditions but never turned it into a routine.  He was not raised to be a very religious person, and because of that he didn’t see the importance of religion in one’s life.  His thoughts toward religion were indifferent.

As for my mother, she felt as if she kept going to church, she would eventually find what it was she was searching for.  Throughout the years, her emptiness grew.  In 1970, that emptiness grew bigger than she ever could have imagined, when she had unexpectedly gone into premature labor and lost a set of premature twins, days after giving birth.  Answers to where they went and if she would ever see them again would continue to elude her.

In 1978, my family found themselves moving out of Los Angeles, California to a small northeastern town in Arizona.  Seven years after moving there, our family suffered a devastating fire, in which all of our possessions were lost.  We were left completely destitute.

What we could only describe at the time as a devastating and traumatic event, ultimately became our family’s greatest blessing and an answer to my mother’s prayers.  The path that my mother had been desperately searching for was finally found in the outstretched arms of love, support, and comfort of the sisters in the Relief Society.  These wonderful women had rushed to our family’s aid during this difficult time.  Little did they know the immense impact they would have on our family’s future.

Shortly after our home burned down, my parents decided to rebuild.  My family began taking the missionary discussions, and my two older sisters, who were in high school at the time, decided to be baptized.  Not long after, when I turned 8, I too was baptized along with my mother and brothers.

If we thought our days of trials and heartache were behind us we were wrong.  Shortly after our home was rebuilt my parents decided to get a divorce.  I’ve often spoken to my mother about this difficult time in our lives, and I asked her if I could share with you her thoughts and feelings at that time.  The following is a translation to English of her words in her native tongue of Spanish:

“30 years ago I found myself, having 5 children, my oldest in high school and my youngest in Kindergarten.  My husband chose to leave our family and walk another path.”

This brings me to The Family Proclamation; two years after announcing the proclamation to the world, President Hinckley commented on its purpose and relevance:

He said:  “Why do we have this proclamation on the family now?  Because the family is under attack.  All across the world families are falling apart. The place to begin to improve society is in the home.  Children do, for the most part, what they are taught.  We are trying to make the world better by making the family stronger.”

My mother continues by saying, “I wish I could say I was noble and brave at that time, but the truth was, I was naive, insecure, and frightened of the future.  I was a young mother who did not know what to do.  I made foolish mistakes every day.  We were recent converts.  I didn't know much of the gospel, but I knew I could rely on Heavenly Father and the power of prayer for strength to get me through that tough time.”

“I sought counsel from my local leaders, and I obeyed their counsel, even when I knew their advice would make my life more complicated.  I decided it was not for me to question, and that I needed to remain faithful.  I realized that if some advice caused me temporary pain, then it must be something that I needed to experience.”

“I always read the monthly message in the Ensign.  I felt as though I needed all the spiritual help I could get.  One month I remembered reading a message from the Prophet.  In that message he promised that if we would read the scriptures daily that every problem we faced during the day would be answered within those holy pages.  I thought, ‘Okay, I can do that.  I have lots of problems and I could sure use some answers.’  “I gathered my children I still had at home around me and we studied daily, we prayed, we fasted, we attended our church meetings.”  

At this part of my mother’s story, I am reminded of the words of Isaiah where he said, “All thy children shall be taught of the Lord, and great shall be the peace of thy children.” (Isaiah 54:13)

The prophets of Israel taught, “Ye shall teach your children the commandments when thou sittest in thine house.”  (Deut. 11:19)

In Moses we read, “I give unto you a commandment, to teach your children.” (6:8)

The Proclamation states:
“ ‘Children are an heritage of the Lord’ (Psalm 127:3). Parents have a scared duty to rear their children in love and righteousness, to provide for their physical and spiritual needs, and to teach them to love and serve one another, observe the commandments of God, and be law-abiding citizens wherever they live…”

According to the Proclamation, the principles that are stated about teaching in the home apply to both parents, but they are especially crucial to the role of a mother.

President Hinckley said:  “Teaching the gospel of Jesus Christ in the home adds another layer of insulation to protect our children form worldly influences.”

My mother continued by saying:  “I realized as we studied daily, prayed, fasted, and attended our church meetings, that I began to let go of all my anger and resentment.  I found myself literally giving my agency back to Heavenly Father.  I remember pleading with him to help me change the love I had for the father of my children and bless me with a Christ-like love.  I did not want to teach my children anger, hatred, or bitterness.  I knew their father was a good man who had made a mistake.  But I also realized my main goal now was to care for my children and to teach them the Gospel.”


“The road has been long, and there were many pitfalls along the way.  Even though it wasn’t easy, I am humbly touched to report that my youngest son served a faithful mission, two of my daughters married returned missionaries.  My children have served faithfully in all capacities of the church, from Elders Quorum Presidency, Relief Society Presidency, Young Women Presidency, to Primary Presidency.  Three of my children have found wonderful eternal companions and have been married in the Temple. The blessings that the Lord has poured out on my family did not end with just my children, but have continued on even to my grandchildren.  Two of my oldest grandsons have also served honorable missions. And one of those grandsons just married his eternal companion this last summer in the Gilbert Arizona temple.”

“This to me is a miracle if ever there was a miracle.  The Lord protected and nurtured my children.  He answered my prayers.  Was the way easy? No, there were many trials along the way.  But through out those trials my children and I learned, “To trust in the Lord with all our hearts and lean not unto our own understanding.”

“I share this with you as my testimony, that the Atonement is very real for me and my family.  The Lord did bless us.  He healed hearts that were once wounded, he helped restore confidence that was once lost.  He brought peace into our hearts.”

My mother taught us to use the scriptures as our ‘iron rod’, she taught us that prayer could be our firm foundation, and she showed us that obedience would help mark our determined path.

President David O. McKay said: “No other success can compensate for failure in the home.  The poorest shack in which love prevails over a united family is of greater value to God and future humanity than any other riches.  In such a home God can work miracles and will work miracles.”

Heavenly Father truly worked miracles in my home.

Throughout the church there are dining room tables like my own covered with reference materials and notebooks filled with ideas for lessons to be taught.  Through much experience, I have realized there is no such thing as over-preparing to teach the gospel, whether or not they are used during class time, they can always be taught in our homes.  Such was the case in my home while I was growing up.

Our homes can be and should be, a refuge and a sanctuary from the troubled world we live in.  The Family Proclamation is far more than a mere collection of doctrines and principles.  We were told specifically to whom it was given (the world), why it was given (to warn us), and what our responsibility is (to promote what it says).  I testify that the men we revere as prophets knew then and know now what will happen if the family unit is further weakened.

Dawn means:
- a new day
- to begin to become light as the sun rises
- to start
- to begin to be understood

And just like her name, my mother has given me the promise of a new day, the light of the gospel, the knowledge of our Saviors Atoning sacrifice, the Love of my Heavenly Father, and an unwavering Testimony that has helped guide me thoughout my life.

I echo the words of Abraham Lincoln in saying: “All that I am or hope to be I owe to my mother.”

I am eternally grateful to my greatest mentor and example, who followed the counsel of her leaders, listened to the promptings of the spirit, and trusted in the Lord to answer her prayers.  I am forever grateful for her desire to teach us the importance of the gospel in our home.  And most of all I am grateful for her testimony that has paved the way and ultimately helped me gain my own.

May we join with John of old who said, “I have no greater joy than to hear that my children walk in truth.”