“One of the key ways that we learn…is by asking questions.
Some seem to believe that faith and questions are antithetical. Such could not be further from the truth. The Restoration itself was unfolded by the proper and necessary melding of both. The Prophet Joseph Smith had both faith and questions. Indeed, the passage of scripture that led Joseph to the Sacred Grove experience includes both a question and the promise of an answer based on the asker’s faith. I marvel each time I consider the wonderful way in which the Prophet Joseph Smith used proper questions not only to enhance his knowledge but also to enlarge his faith.” Cecil O. Samuelson
I am an asker of questions who has received answers. It’s so comforting to find others who ask a wide variety of questions when they wonder about things. So I thoroughly enjoyed these two poems of my great great aunt Roberta Flake Clayton.
Mysteries
Seems to me there’s lots of things
That I don’t understand
One thing is—why can’t the sea
Pass a certain line of sand?
Why can’t the thistle bear a rose
Growing together in the dell
Fed by the selfsame soil and sun?
I’d like someone to tell.
And then there is another thing
That I don’t quite see thru
What makes the tinting on the peach
Who sends the sparkling dew?
Yes, there are many, many things
That I cannot explain
Mysteries that may some day
Be just as clear and plain.
Then why should I presume to say
God can’t do so and so
Because I through the meager knowledge
May not his workings know.
But this I know, that I will treat
In faith what I cannot see
Knowing the created never can
As the Creator be.
My Guardian Angel
Oh, Guardian angel of my life
I wonder who and what you are
Have I e’er known you here on earth
Or in the distant realms so far?
Are you some friend whom I have known
Or lover who awaits me there,
Who guards my pathway and protects
My feet from many a tempting snare?
Oh guardian one, who e’er you are
Continue in your loving care
Be patient still—tho every hour
I give you reason to forebear.
But maybe when I’m old and gray
With years disgression may increase
And I’ll grow better—’till at last
We’ll dwell in endless love and peace.
Ask Questions
What questions do you ask? Are you receiving answers?