A glimpse into my personal life.

So many Mormon blogs

Today as I was looking through the recent search phrases people used to find my site, I found the following, which made me chuckle.

“Is having a blog a Mormon thing?”

I can answer that.  The fact is that it didn’t used to be.  But recently an apostle, Elder M. Russell Ballard gave a speech, an excerpt of which was later published in one of our official church magazines “The Ensign”, wherein he made the suggestion that those who are able, should start engaging in new media, speaking up about Mormonism, and adding their voice to the growing online conversation.

“We cannot stand on the sidelines while others, including our critics, attempt to define what the church teaches.  While some conversations have audiences in the thousands or even millions, most are much, much smaller. But all conversations have an impact on those who participate in them. Perceptions of the Church are established one conversation at a time.”   (See the full article here).

See, Mormons believe in same structure that existed in Christ’s Primitive church, including living prophets and apostles (I explain more here).  These men have been called of God, just as in times of old, and as such, receive ongoing revelation and instruction from the Lord.  They, in turn (and just as in times of old), then endeavor to instruct, counsel, and advise the church.  We take their counsel to be of divine origin, which is to say we take it very seriously (or should).

So, to stumble upon someone out there who has made the astute observation that there sure are a lot of Mormon blogs sprouting up is just plain awesome.  We belong to a church led by inspiration and revelation, and we work together to prepare the way for the coming of Christ.

Something tells me that the momentum of Mormon’s blogging is just getting started.

Rusty

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Laid off for Christmas, the perfect gift

This Christmas, I was given the most incredible gift from the Lord, in a most unusual package.  Read the story on my life-engineering.com blog here, about how opportunity is often found in life’s greatest challenges.

My your Christmas be one of meaning this year.

Rusty

It is what you make of it

I’ve moved this post to my new Life-Engineering blog, dedicated to motivating people to achieve their goals and change their futures by taking control of their lives.

You can now find this post here:

http://life-engineering.com/it-is-what-you-make-of-it/

It’s a boy!!!

Yes, I know, I haven’t posted in a whole week, but for good reason.  Last Saturday, very, very, very, VERY early in the morning my darling wife gave birth to our newest little boy, Carson Ray Lindquist. 

He came a full two weeks early, but true to the mold, still weighed in at 8 lbs 7 oz, and was almost 22 inches long.

He’s now our fifth boy… much to the chagrin of my only little girl – the princess (family photo available at the bottom of “about me“).

While it’s true, most newborns look somewhat akin to aliens, I must be wearing my Daddy Lenses ‘cause I think he’s simply adorable, and squeezable, and totally sniffable (yes, I love that new-baby smell, kind of like the smell of a new car, only for humans).

So I took the week off work, did almost nothing besides partying and playing with my other kids while my wife and newborn rested up.  But, I did get lots of musing done, and have a full list of blog topics to resume my one-or-two-a-day post commitment.  I think you’ll enjoy them, and I guarantee one or two are bound to incite quite a ruckus of comments.  It’ll keep things lively at least.

Here are just a few photos of my little boy.  Click for a larger photo, click again for one even larger.

Rusty

I believe there are angels among us

Finally telling my story (the first time I’ve ever shared much of this with anyone), inspired me to share the following experience.

When I was about 3, my grandma had joined my family for a hike somewhere in the Wasatch Mountains.  At some point, I must have done something to displease my father (my biological father).

To punish me, I was told that they were going to leave me on the trail.  They told me to sit on a log, while they all walked out of sight. 

Apparently they hadn’t walked far, thinking they’d wait a while, let me learn my lesson, and then they’d come back and get me. 

Instead, and not long after, I came casually walking around the corner, looking happy as ever.  When they asked me how I’d found them, I answered that a man in white had come and explained to me that I shouldn’t be worried, and told me where to find them.

Unfortunately I don’t have much of a memory of this, but my grandma has told me this story since I was young.

Not from this instance only, but from numerous occasions throughout my life, I’ve become convinced that we’re surrounded by loved ones.  Our “guardian angels” if you will.  These are not just strangers, but people who, for some reason or another, have a divine interest in our personal well-being, family or friends who have passed before, and who are there for us.

So whatever trial you’re experiencing.  However alone you may feel in your life, in your struggles, or in your efforts, know this – that you are not alone.  There are those that you cannot see that are there to help you, and the impact of their efforts is real, if seldom recognized.

Rusty

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There is beauty all around

I woke up this morning, hearing my almost two-year old in the next room calling out in his soft, toddler voice “Daaaaaadddd”.  This is how he lets me know he is awake.  I crawl out of bed, stumble into his room, scoop up his warm body and carry him into the living room where we lay on the couch and “talk” while we watch the sun seep in through the blinds.  This is how I generally start my day.

Soon, he got tired of snuggling and starts to play cars while I get up and go about getting ready for the day.  Not long after, the rest of our kids join us upstairs and their conversations, so full of enthusiasm and passion fill the house.

After morning prayers, I kissed them all goodbye and headed outside.

The sky was a clear, powder blue, with billowing cumulous clouds reaching towards the sun, which was rising leisurely above them, and creating a beautiful highlight to their topmost curves.

The tips of the Rocky Mountains which surround the valley were etched with snow, brilliantly reflecting the sunlight as they clung to the memory of winter.

The grass is that lush, deep, spring-time green, and every lawn I pass seems to be peppered with color as the flowers soak in the glory of the morning sun.

There are these huge billowing broad-leaf trees that line the road to work.  They look like something from a Pixar movie as the sun creates an astounding cascade of color as its rays dissipate along its outer leaves.  It was 68 degrees outside, so I drove with the windows down, basking in the glory of the moment, the wind in my face, and John Denver singing “Country Roads” over my car speakers.

If it’s been a while since you stopped and took notice of the beauty which so abundantly surrounds you, you’re missing out on one of the most important purposes of life – joy.  Tomorrow, try starting your day in awe, and see what a difference it makes in how you treat people, and how you look at things.

Rusty

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I know that my redeemer lives

Today, instead of some flowery metaphor, or some humorous take on the news, or anything else, I simply wanted to bear testimony of our Savior, Jesus Christ.

I know that He lives.  That this mighty man born under such lowly circumstances in Bethlehem, was far more than just a man, and his life far more than just a sweet story of sacrifice and inspiration.

Rather, it laid the breastwork for our salvation.  It provided the foundation upon which we can build our own lives, overcome both sin and death, and be exalted with our families in the presence of our Father in heaven for all eternity.

His death on the cross, His atonement in Gethsemane, and the gospel truths that he taught are eternal, and were given specifically for your and my benefit because of his great love.  What’s more, the fullness of His teachings, of His gospel has been restored to the earth today.

I know of Him not because I’ve seen him in the flesh, but because I’ve been blessed to feel and observe the constant and unmistakable influence of His hands so regularly in my life that I would be blind to not recognize it.

I’ve felt the rich confirmation of the spirit as I’ve pondered His life, and the role of his life in my own.  I know that He cares about me and you in ways that we cannot possibly comprehend, and that he’s anxious for each of us to be able to unequivocally sing the words:

I know that my redeemer lives.

Rusty

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A lesson from on high

Well, at least it was a lesson from UP high… it hit me as I was flying home from a business trip to Oklahoma City.  I don’t know how many times I’ve flown to Oklahoma or other places in the past several years without thinking this thought, but this time as I stared out the window and across the vast expanse of land spreading out before me, I realized how detached it all seems from up so high.  As if it’s just so much paint on a canvas.But as I really focused in on a given area, and started to imagine myself standing there on the ground, surrounded by those trees, or on one of those streets, with houses on either side, then suddenly the picture could come to life in my mind, I could mentally associate with how it would “feel” to be there.  I could “internalize” it.

The first thought that came to me, was how remarkable it is that God is able to comprehend all things, at a very personal level.  With God, there is no distance generated apathy.  It’s not objectified.  It’s all personal; he connects, relates, understands, empathizes, and cares about it all (he’s Omnicaring).

He’s somehow able to process all things, at all times, in all places.  His Omniscience is that part of the Character of god that I find the most difficult to imagine.  I suppose it’s made possible through the Light of Christ, and the Holy Ghost, the influence and presence of which pervade all.

I was reminded of one of my favorite New Testament scriptures – Romans 8:39

“Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus, our Lord.”

Rusty