Today when the mail came, I opened the new Ensign fully expecting to find information regarding the church in Ghana. That is what the cover depicted. But I stopped short when I saw the title of the First Presidency Message: "Sugar Beets and the Worth of a Soul". It is a President Monson special.
Quoting the first few paragraphs:
"..........Picture with me,...a farmer driving a large open-bed truck filled with sugar beets en route to the sugar refinery. As the farmer drives along a bumpy dirt road, some of the sugar beets bounce from the truck and are strewn along the roadside. When he realizes he has lost some of the beets, he instructs his helpers, "There's just as much sugar in those which have slipped off. Let's go back and get them!"
...The sugar beets represent the members of this Church for whom we who are called as leaders have responsibility; and those that have fallen out of the truck represent men and women, youth and children who, for whatever reason, have fallen from the path of activity. Paraphrasing the farmer's comments concerning the sugar beets, I say of these souls, precious to our Father and our Master: "There's just as much value in those who have slipped off. Let's go back and get them!"
"Right now, today, some of them are caught in the current of popular opinion. Others are torn by the tide of turbulent times. Yet others are drawn down and drowned in the whirlpool of sin."
"This need not be. We have the doctrines of truth. We have the programs. We have the people. We have the power. Our mission is more than meetings. Our service is to save souls."
5 comments:
For me this is a message of hope and action - I love the positive message and the reminder that we need to worry about/reach out to/never quit caring about all the "sugar beets". Thank you for including this on the blog.
We do know about sugar beets, including the planting (and in our day, thinning), hoeing out the weeds, and then harvesting. The reminder is a good one - never, never, never give up hope.
Amen.
I am a sugar beet dropped by the wayside and no one has bothered to come by and pick me up.
What do you think we, your siblings, are doing, as we read and contribute to your blog(s) (life)?
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