“Life Together”

“Life Together” October 16, 2022


Florida by night from space
Astronauts on the International Space Station took this picture of Florida—the peninsula being highly recognizable even at night—especially when looking roughly north. The brightest continuous patch of lights is the narrow Miami metropolitan area bordering the Atlantic Ocean—the second largest metropolitan area in the southeastern United States (after New York) with 5.56 million people. Illuminated areas give a strong sense of the size of cities: the next largest metropolitan area in the view is that of the Tampa Bay region on the opposite side of the peninsula, with 4.3 million people. Orlando, located in the middle of the peninsula, occupies a visibly smaller area reflecting a smaller population (Greater Orlando has 2.3 million people). The straight line of visible cities along the east coast stretches 350 miles (560 kilometers) from Jacksonville all the way to Wilmington in North Carolina, near Cape Hatteras.
South of Orlando, the center and southern portions of the peninsula are as dark as the Atlantic Ocean, vividly illustrating the almost population-free Everglades wetland. The lights of Cocoa Beach trace out the curved lines of Cape Canaveral, where NASA launches its space missions, that lies immediately south of the Kennedy Space Center. Dim lights of the Florida Keys extend the arc of the Atlantic coast to the corner of the image. The small cluster of lights far offshore is Freeport on Grand Bahama Island (on the right). Clouds lit by the moon glow as faint blue areas throughout the image.


From time to time, when I worship with my home congregation (something of a rarity in recent months!) or visit with good friends and share, among other things, “talk of poems and prayers and promises and things that we believe in,” it suddenly hits me how good it is — and how blessed I am — to be part of such a community.


This is especially apparent to me at times of great loss and sorrow, such as my wife and I and many other have experienced.  But it’s very clear at other times, too.  As I listen to the testimonies borne by members of the ward — including some whom I know quite well — I think of the history, the sorrows and the fun times, the jokes and the expressions of deep commitment that we’ve shared over the years.


To live in a caring community that is both very local and intimate and that, at the same time, is replicated and represented around the world, is a deeply good thing.


Consider, for example, those times of loss.  We see the goodness of belonging to the Church when bishops take time from their personal duties and interests — we have a lay clergy, and this is what bishops continually do — during a weekday to preside over and conduct the memorial services for a departed member of the congregation.  We see it in the kindness of the Relief Society sisters of the ward, who provide excellent food for the grieving extended family at the post-funeral luncheon, and who stay after the family leaves to do the clean-up.  Ward choristers and ward organists throughout the Church also commonly take time out of their private lives to help.  A small example that still stays in my mind:  As we exited the building to go home after my mother-in-law’s funeral back in 2013, I saw the first counselor in her bishopric, who had been sitting with the bishop on the stand during the service, now changed into everyday clothes and pushing a broom to clean up the cultural hall where the luncheon had been held.


Such things are so common — many active Latter-day Saints, if not the overwhelming majority, will have provided similar service in such cases, and probably many times — that we tend to take them for granted.  But we shouldn’t.  They’re a wonderful thing.


I find myself thinking of what Alma the Elder said to those who had followed him in fleeing out the land of Nephi, as those words are recorded in Mosiah 18:8-10:


“Behold, here are the waters of Mormon (for thus were they called) and now, as ye are desirous to come into the fold of God, and to be called his people, and are willing to bear one another’s burdens, that they may be light;

“Yea, and are willing to mourn with those that mourn; yea, and comfort those that stand in need of comfort, and to stand as witnesses of God at all times and in all things, and in all places that ye may be in, even until death, that ye may be redeemed of God, and be numbered with those of the first resurrection, that ye may have eternal life—

“Now I say unto you, if this be the desire of your hearts, what have you against being baptized in the name of the Lord, as a witness before him that ye have entered into a covenant with him, that ye will serve him and keep his commandments, that he may pour out his Spirit more abundantly upon you?”


I go back to the passing of my wife’s mother, now more than nine years ago:  Neighbors and friends supplied food and caring words to us and to the other members of her family.  We were moved to see so many from our own home ward among the substantial attendance at the funeral service, a solid hour’s drive to the north from where we live.  On the night that my mother-in-law died, a good friend, at the time a member of the Tabernacle Choir, felt prompted to drive up with her very musical daughter in order to visit my wife at the hospital where she was keeping vigil at her mother’s bedside.  At my wife’s request, they sang a duet in the hospital room, of “Where Can I Turn for Peace?” by Emma Lou Thayne and Joleen Meredith:


Where can I turn for peace?
Where is my solace when other sources cease to make me whole?
When with a wounded heart, anger, or malice,
I draw myself apart, searching my soul?

Where, when my aching grows?
Where when I languish?
Where, in my need to know, where can I run?
Where is the quiet hand to calm my anguish?
Who, who can understand?
He, only One.

He answers privately,
Reaches my reaching,
In my Gethsemane,
Savior and Friend.
Gentle the peace he finds
for my beseeching.
Constant he is and kind,
Love without end.


(Our friend actually appears in this 2016 video of the Tabernacle Choir performing the hymn.  She’s the one wearing the reddish dress.)


It was a very sacred experience for my wife, and, at her request, I pass over the details.


“Thou shalt live together in love,” said the Lord to Joseph Smith in a February 1831 revelation given at Kirtland, Ohio, “insomuch that thou shalt weep for the loss of them that die, and more especially for those that have not hope of a glorious resurrection.  And it shall come to pass that those that die in me shall not taste of death, for it shall be sweet unto them.”  (Doctrine and Covenants 42:45-46)


And, indeed, the members of this community do “live together in love.”  Our Life Together — to borrow the standard translation of the title of Dietrich Bonhoeffer’s famous 1939 book Gemeinsames Leben — is not without its occasional tensions, inconveniences, and frictions, and I’m sure that there are others out there beyond the confines of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints who are blessed to live in loving communities of faith and hope.  But it’s remarkable nonetheless.  When I was a student living in Egypt many years ago, the director of the Fulbright-supported program in which I was studying confided to me that, if he had to make a choice between a non-Latter-day Saint, on the one hand, and, on the other, a Latter-day Saint who had scored a slightly lower score on the qualifying exam for the program, he would take the Latter-day Saint.  Why?  Because — he said — non-LDS students tended to arrive in the vast, disorienting, very foreign city of Cairo and, in too many cases, implode from culture shock.  Whereas, he said, you Mormons have an instant and supportive community from the very moment you land.  Which was and remains absolutely true, in Cairo and elsewhere.


Some disaffected members of the Church claim to have found it oppressive, to have been injured by it.  I don’t doubt that bad things happen.  We are, after all, a community composed of fallible and imperfect humans.  I don’t discount their stories — though, sometimes, I also marvel at how utterly foreign to my experience in the Church and with the Saints the narratives are that a few of them tell.  I mourn for them.  I would like to help them, if I could.  I wish them well.  I wish they would return.


Overwhelmingly, though, I consider it one of the greatest blessings of my life to be a part of the community of the Latter-day Saints.


I definitely don’t understand the hostile secular critics who want to detach believers from their faith, and, if possible, to pull the Church from its foundations.  I think, in this context, of the words of the high priest Giddonah to the anti-Christ Korihor in Alma 30:22.  Giddonah seeks to know why Korihor wants to destroy the faith of the ancient Nephite saints, and “to interrupt their rejoicings.”


I’m curious about the same question.  Do the secularists have anything better to offer?


If they do, I haven’t seen it.


I’m a believer.  I’m convinced that the claims of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, incredible as they certainly seem to many, are actually true.  But even if they turned out to be false, even if our lives were merely a flickering candle surrounded by an eternity of pointless darkness and soon to be extinguished by it, the Latter-day Saint way of life, lived in the company of the Saints, is a very good place to be.


Posted from Miami, Florida



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