A prayerful hymn for holiness

In Church today, we sang "More Holiness Give Me". It reminded me of how a few years back, I wrote an entry elaborating on the meaning of that hymn. Though I am long overdue for a fresh, new entry, I feel it is a good time to remind myself and anyone who may be reading of the significance of this hymn. Begging the forgiveness of those of you who would rather I not simply repost previous entries.

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Philip Bliss wrote the words and music to a beautiful hymn about 150 years ago.  That hymn is called "More Holiness Give Me".  Too often I think that when we sing it, we just sing "more ----------, more -----------" without thinking about what it is we are saying.  These are my thoughts about the hymn.

As a whole, this is a prayer.  This hymn is a very personal pleading between me and my Father in Heaven.  When I sing these words, I am pleading with Him to change my nature so that I can become more like Him.  Therefore, I ask for more of those qualities that are pure and Godlike.  "More" is not just a repeated word, but demonstrates an increasingly greater desire for Divine aid.

I think I will "translate" the words to this hymn.  The words on the left reflect the actual text of the hymn, and the words on the right reflect my understanding of them and my ponderings.

More holiness give me                                           Father in Heaven, please give me

                                                                                sanctity and purity of heart.

More strivings within                                             Please bring Thy Spirit here so that

                                                                                I may feel it in my heart, and 

                                                                                have a greater desire to do good

                                                                                and serve Thee.

More patience in suff'ring                                      Help me not to complain so much, 

                                                                                to remember that trials are

                                                                                necessary for me to progress  

                                                                                and to receive blessings.

More sorrow for sin                                             Give me a sensitive heart that feels 

                                                                                pain for the sins I commit so  

                                                                                that I may repent and return to 

                                                                                Thee. Also help me to feel pain 

                                                                                for the sins of others instead of 

                                                                                disregarding them as "their 

                                                                                choice".

More faith in my Savior                                        Strengthen my testimony of Thy 

                                                                                Son's infinite Atonement for my

                                                                                sins.

More sense of His care                                         Help me be more aware of my 

                                                                                Savior's everlasting care and

                                                                                desire for my eternal joy.

More joy in His service                                         Help me to find happiness in 

                                                                                serving the Lord.

More purpose in prayer.                                       Help me remember that prayers 

                                                                                are not just words spoken

                                                                                aloud, but a means for me to

                                                                                counsel with Thee, for me to 

                                                                                come to Thee just as I might

                                                                                come to my earthly father for 

                                                                                guidance.

More gratitude give me                                         Father, please help me to be more

                                                                                appreciative of the countless 

                                                                                blessings Thou hast given me

                                                                                and do continuously give me.

More trust in the Lord                                          Remind me of Who is in control, for

                                                                                Thou knowest all things.

More pride in His glory                                         Strengthen me so that I am bold in 

                                                                                my adoration of Thy Son, that I 

                                                                                may shout His glory from the 

                                                                                rooftops.

More hope in His word                                        Along with faith, give me hope in the 

                                                                                scriptures and the words of the

                                                                                prophets, which promise eternal

                                                                                blessings if we are faithful.

More tears for His sorrows                                   Help me to feel more sorrow for His 

                                                                                sorrow, to feel more sorrow for 

                                                                                all the sins of the world and the 

                                                                                wickedness that He Atoned for

                                                                                in Gethsemane.

More pain at His grief                                           Allow me to feel even a portion of 

                                                                                the pain He feels for those who 

                                                                                will not turn to Him.

More meekness in trial                                          Help me to be humble and 

                                                                                submissive in my trials so that

                                                                                I may endure them well.

More praise for relief.                                           Give me more gratitude when my 

                                                                                burdens are lifted, and help me

                                                                                to remember Who is the reason

                                                                                for such great blessings.  Help

                                                                                me to share that blessing with

                                                                                others and praise Thy Name 

                                                                                all day long.

More purity give me                                             Father, make me pure and holy, 

                                                                                that I may see Thee.

More strength to o'ercome                                    Give me fortitude against the

                                                                                draining power of tribulations,

                                                                                and help me to endure well, 

                                                                                that my spirit may be

                                                                                strengthened through it.

More freedom from earth stains                            Free me from the thorns of the flesh,

                                                                                those sins that would chain me 

                                                                                for all eternity.  Help me to

                                                                                resist temptation where neces-

                                                                                sary and avoid temptation

                                                                                where possible, that I may be 

                                                                                free and worthy to worship 

                                                                                Thee.

More longing for home                                         Help me to not forget that I was once

                                                                                at Thy feet, that I am only on

                                                                                earth for a small period of time

                                                                                to be tested.  Help me to

                                                                                remember that heavenly home

                                                                                and have an ever greater desire 

                                                                                and longing to return to it.

More fit for the kingdom                                       Mold me so that I become an 

                                                                                instrument in Thy hands, that I

                                                                                may be able to accomplish Thy

                                                                                will for the kingdom of heaven.

More used would I be                                          If I can be molded into whatever Thou

                                                                                wouldst have me be, may I be

                                                                                 used in whatever calling or 

                                                                                service Thou might require, and 

                                                                                as such I would be able, 

                                                                                available, and eager to serve.

More blessed and holy                                         I ask Thee again to please give me

                                                                                a pure heart and a spirit of 

                                                                                holiness

More, Savior, like Thee.                                      So that above all, I may become as 

                                                                                Thou art.

                                                                           I ask for these blessings with faith

                                                                                to receive them, in the sacred

                                                                                Name of my Lord and Savior, 

                                                                                Jesus Christ.  Amen.

The Value of Mothers

I have noticed an interesting trend in the world. Granted, while I work from home, I live in Utah, and most of my contact with the "outside world" is through the internet, I can't say this is a "random sample" from which I have drawn my observation. However, having studied the people of this world at length and being the sociologist that I am, I will apply my observation and understanding of this trend to the general population. I believe it is accurately representative.

Today is Mother's Day. Happy Mother's Day to all you wonderful mothers! Whether that is biologically true or practically true or socially true according to your situation and desires, you deserve honor and celebration this day and all days. Motherhood is one of the most honorable and desirable professions because being a mother is a godly calling. "Motherhood is near to divinity. It is the highest, holiest service to be assumed by mankind. It places her who honors its holy calling and service next to the angels" (In James R. Clark, comp., Messages of the First Presidency of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, Vol 6: pg 178).

The interesting trend I have noticed is that people still care about mothers.

It is rather sad that I feel I have to draw attention to something that, frankly, should be seen as "duh". But what has happened to the family over the years? What has society been doing to the family? The definition of family has been altered and changed drastically merely in the last ten or fifteen years, though there was plenty of evidence to foreshadow that in the decades beforehand. Marriage is under attack. Divorce is rampant. Divorce rates are technically lower now than they were in the 1980s when they reached their highest peak, but not by much. And with the marriage rate falling as well, this shows even more how little we as a people value the institutions of marriage and family. Abortion rates are frightening. Birth rates are low. Single parenting is commonplace. The prophets have taught us that "Children are entitled to birth within the bonds of matrimony, and to be reared by a father and a mother who honor marital vows with complete fidelity." Yet approximately half of all children are born out of wedlock and have no chance to experience family life as God intended.

(Please bear in mind that I am sharing these statistics from my memory of my academic study in sociology over the last several years, which is why I do not quote studies specifically as reference. If you are disinclined to believe any of them, please ask me and I would be more than happy to confirm them with reliable sources of data.)

What has happened to the family? Societal evidence shows that it is literally falling apart. And yet, people continue to celebrate mothers and motherhood.

On this Mother's Day, I have observed an outpouring of Facebook statuses, blog posts, quotes, phone calls, and more, all honoring mothers. What intrigues me about this is that I have observed a greater appreciation for mothers on Mother's Day through these means than I have seen for any other holiday of late. This includes such holidays as Easter and Christmas. Considering to the commitments and attentions of the circle of people in my little corner of the world, I believe this is more than merely a manifestation of religious preference and the holidays one chooses to observe. And with the prevalence of electronic devices and ease of updating a status from wherever you are, I also believe it is more than a matter of having time or access to post something online. From what I have seen today, people are literally putting more focus today on celebrating their mothers than on any other holiday or reason for celebrating it, including even those holidays dedicated the Savior of the world.

Why is that?

I believe that the answer is simple: because there are some eternal truths that cannot be ignored. Mothers are given the task of raising precious souls in this increasingly dreadful and wicked world, to bring light and hope into their lives so that they can go out into that world and strive with all their might to make it a better place for their own children one day. Abraham Lincoln is quoted to have said, "All that I am and hope to be, I owe to my angel mother." Mothers touch our hearts in ways that cannot be ignored or unappreciated. The sacrifices that mothers give for their children cannot even be described. The love they have for their children cannot be measured. Motherhood is so powerful that the impact mothers have on our lives cannot even be put into words. And the world knows this. People can choose to ignore any and all the evidence of a loving Heavenly Father, a God who has given them all things, merely because they can't see Him. But they can see their mothers, and they can't ignore them.

No matter how sick the world gets, no matter how much the devil attacks God and the family, mothers cannot be forgotten. Their influence is too monumental, too widespread, too tangibly visible to ignore. And because of that, I believe there is hope for this world. Often of late, I have felt sickened by the evils proliferating in this world like a deadly pandemic from which there is no protection. I wonder how people can do the things they do, rationalize what they rationalize, ignore what they ignore, and neglect what they neglect. After all that God has done for us, how can we forget Him so quickly? How can we forget the One who created us? But as the Lord's prophet Thomas S. Monson has taught us, "One cannot forget mother and remember God. One cannot remember mother and forget God. Why? Because these two sacred persons, God and mother, partners in creation, in love, in sacrifice, in service, are as one."

Despite the other disturbing trends we find in the world today, this rings true. The godly traits of motherhood resonate within our hearts and within our souls. We know of the goodness of mothers, and their constant selflessness, sacrifice, virtue, and love compels us to honor them. And seeing how we honor our mothers on this day, I feel more at peace. There is still much that needs to be done for good in this world, but I am well pleased to observe the dedication of this people to their mothers because it means that despite their claims, they have not forgotten their God. Motherhood is near to divinity. The Lord does not leave us without types in this world -- He has filled it with symbols and signs so that the believers might recognize Him in all things, and mothers are perhaps the greatest symbol of God that we have in this world. While we have fallen far, there is still hope for humanity. I am grateful that we still recognize the value of mothers. 

A Drop of Blood

A few years ago, a man I was dating at the time shared a song with me. It is called "A Drop of Blood", by Aaron Edson, and it is about the Atonement of the Savior. If the video doesn't work, I've transcribed the lyrics below so that you can at least read them. I think it's a beautiful song.

A drop of blood falling from his chin

He says, Mommy, I don’t want that bike no more

But a mother’s love says, Darling, try again

Let’s show this bike of yours who just turned four

And I know it hurts, but child, it’s just best if you pull through

‘Cuz the pain will go away someday but the strength will stay with you.

Once upon a time

A Friend of mine suffered more than you

Then He showed the world what men of sorrows ought to do

He opened up the door for me and let me walk right through

He paid the price

Let’s see what you can do

A drop of blood falling from her chin

Marks the hours every day she plays

But a master’s love says You’ll play that violin

And the sound will touch their hearts like heaven’s rays

And I know it hurts, but child, it’s just best if you pull through

‘Cuz the pain will go away someday but the strength will stay with you.

Once upon a time

A Friend of mine suffered more than you

Then He showed the world what men of sorrows ought to do

He opened up the door for me and let me walk right through

He paid the price

Let’s see what you can do

A drop of blood fell from His chin

When He was born in Bethlehem

A tiny child’s life begins this way

But look at what that Child became

He freed a world from sin and shame

That’s why we’ll praise His Blessed Name this day

A drop of blood falling from His chin

He said, Father, I would not drink this bitter cup

But a Father’s love gave Him strength to pay for sin

And thanks to Him, we might be lifted up

So I know it hurts, but listen, it’s just best if you pull through

‘Cuz the pain will go away someday but the strength will stay with you

Once upon a time

A Friend of mine suffered more than you

Then He showed the world what men of sorrows ought to do

He opened up the door for me and let me walk right through

He paid the price

Let’s see what we can do