Every year on the Sunday after Thanksgiving, my family goes to the Utah Symphony for their performance of Handel's Messiah. My favorite song is "For Unto Us A Child is Born". I love the words taken from Isaiah: For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given, and the government shall be upon his shoulder, and his name shall be called: Wonderful, Counselor, the Mighty God, the Everlasting Father, The Prince of Peace." That last one is my favorite. Well, it’s sure an excellent way to start off the Christmas season.
I don’t know about you, but I think it’s always a little easier to feel at peace during Christmas time. There’s just a different spirit in the air. Then after New Year’s when the partying is over, the family gatherings come to an end, and there is no more Christmas music to be heard, those feelings can fade. We take down the decorations, finish off the leftover cheese and crackers, and then if you’re like me, you look at the rest of the long winter ahead and you’re so depressed you want to burst into tears.
I feel the same way when a difficult trial seems to be lasting an unjustly long time, and all the while I have been doing everything I know how – to be patient and faithful and cheerful, and yet…. things don’t improve.
Even when we have the light of the gospel and live in a land of freedom and flushing toilets, it’s still very possible to have bad days. We still feel unmotivated and discouraged. We still cry ourselves to sleep at night and day dream of a time when all of our promised blessings will finally be realized.
So we all know that sometimes after a month of rain, it’s hard to imagine that the sun will come out tomorrow. In fact, you’d bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow there won’t be sun, and that’s not because you’re a pessimist, but because that’s what experience has taught you.
Elder Jeffrey R. Holland has said:
“If you are trying hard and living right and things still seem burdensome and difficult, take heart. Others have walked that way before you.
Do you feel unpopular and different? Read Noah again. Go out there and take a few whacks on the side of your ark and see what popularity was like in 2500 B.C.
Does the wilderness stretch before you in a never-ending sequence of semesters? Read Moses again. Calculate the burden of fighting with the pharaohs and then a forty-year assignment in Sinai. Some tasks take time. Accept that. But as the scripture says, “They come to pass.” They do end. Others have proven it.
Are you afraid people don’t like you? The Prophet Joseph Smith could share a few thoughts with you on that subject. Has health been a problem? Surely you will find comfort in the fact that a veritable Job has led this Church into one of the most exciting and revelatory decades of this entire dispensation.
Do you ever feel untalented or incapable? Would it help you to know that everyone else feels that way too, including the prophets of God?
Moses initially resisted his destiny, pleading that he was not eloquent in language. Jeremiah thought himself a child and was afraid of the faces he would meet.
And Enoch? Plain, old, ungifted Enoch. This is the young man who, when called to a seemingly impossible task, said, “Why is it that I have found favor in thy sight, [I] am but a lad, and all the people hate me; for I am slow of speech?” (Moses 6:31). [But] he stiffened his spine and squared his shoulders and went stutteringly on his way. And this is what the angels would come to write of him:
And so great was the faith of Enoch that….he spake the word of the Lord, and the earth trembled, and the mountains fled, even according to his command; and the rivers of water were turned out of their course; and the roar of the lions was heard out of the wilderness; and all nations feared greatly, so powerful was the word of Enoch, and so great was the power of the language which God had given him. [Moses 7:13]
Plain old, inadequate Enoch—whose name is now synonymous with transcendent righteousness.
The next time you are tempted to paint your self-portrait dismal gray, highlighted with lackluster beige, just remember that in like manner have this kingdom’s most splendid men and women been tempted. I say to you as Joshua said to the tribes of Israel as they faced one of their most difficult tasks, “Sanctify yourselves: for tomorrow the Lord will do wonders among you” (Joshua 3:5).
Thank you, Elder Holland.
A few months after Christmas, we celebrate this holiday called “Easter”. One of my favorite Easter traditions is watching Ben-Hur, one of my personal favorites. We’re probably all familiar with the title and its connection to Charlton Heston and the famous chariot race, but for those of us who are not acquainted with the story, it is centered around the life and crucifixion of Christ, told from the perspective of one Judah Ben-Hur.
Judah’s life as the head of a prominent family in Judea is turned upside-down when a childhood friend, Messala, takes advantage of Judah and his family, for personal gain. Because of a simple mistake, Judah’s mother and sister are thrown into prison, and Judah is condemned to die with the other slaves in the galley of a Roman warship.
Having done nothing to deserve this, Judah becomes bitter and hateful. He plans to one day take revenge on Messala. He survives his experience as a slave, and manages to escape during a sea battle. Once free, his anger grows when he learns of the fate of his mother and sister, who after surviving years in the Roman dungeon, have contracted leprosy and live as outcasts.
After hearing of rumors of Jesus and his miracles, Judah takes his mother and sister to see him, in the hope that they can be healed, but they are too late; in that very hour, they witness Jesus as he is crucified, and during the terrible storm directly following his death, something miraculous occurs: Judah’s mother and sister are healed of their leprosy. But the real miracle happens when Judah hears the words of Christ on the cross: “Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do.” And in that moment, the hatred and anger that have plagued Judah for years, are taken away.
I think we would do well to remember that we wouldn’t have Christmas if it weren’t for Easter. And I think it would be negligent of us to forget that the Atonement works not only to wash away our sins and pay for our pain, but also to provide recovery from them. Because of that infinite and eternal sacrifice, our Savior knows “the deepest and most desperate desires of our hearts.” Because He knows us so well, because he too has carried the weight on our individual shoulders, He knows how to relieve us from it. And this is what makes Christ our source of peace.
The Savior’s peace consists of relief from pain, strength when we are weary, understanding when we are misunderstood, and contentment even in the midst of our deepest trials. Christ is the Prince of Peace because he is also the Prince of Forgiveness and the Prince of Change, the Prince of Compassion, Empathy, and Understanding.
Elder Holland has also said:
“Christ knows better than all others that the trials of life can be very deep and we are not shallow people if we struggle with them.”
I can’t help it if he has all the best quotes.
I love knowing that the Savior gets it and he is not disappointed nor ashamed of me and my efforts. That knowledge has saved my life on more than one occasion.
Last spring, I was a mess. I had just been through a traumatic experience which left me diminished and weak. I moved back in with my parents. The post-traumatic stress and the eating disorder I had developed meant that I couldn’t work, couldn’t sleep, would crumple into a heap and have a panic attack at the smallest emotional trigger, had nightmares, was in and out of therapy, the doctor’s office, and the hospital, and had completely lost my sense of identity. I honestly didn’t think I’d ever be OK or feel like myself again.
One of the fears I dealt with during this challenging period was the reality that I didn’t know how long I would be in this state. I had had plans to attend school in the fall, progress and move forward with my life, but if I was not physically or emotionally well enough, I might not be able to - which meant I would have to wait until the following spring before I could leave my pit of stagnation. I was anxious not to feel incapacitated, and the thought of spending another six or nine months at home with nothing at all to look forward to, was almost more than I could bear.
I’d had an additional motivation in moving away and going to school when I became aware that CenterPoint Theater was holding auditions for “It’s A Wonderful Life” in September. I love that show more than words can express, and I wanted badly to be a part of it – and more especially, to play George Bailey’s wife, Mary. But I was so sick and weak. My body hadn’t seen exercise for a long time and my capacity to handle stress was depleted. And there was no guarantee that if I auditioned, I would even get into the show.
One day in July I went to do initiatory at the temple. I had been praying hard for direction, but still did not know if what I wanted was wise or even possible, or by now - if my lot was just to be unhappy forever and get used to it. I approached the initiatory desk, took my card of names, and sat down. My jaw dropped when I read the very first name on my card: Mary Bailey.
Suddenly I knew that all that time I’d spent begging and pleading, somebody had been listening. Somebody knew exactly what I had been wishing. Somebody knew how hard this had been for me and how desperately I wanted out. Somebody knew that I would need to know they were listening, and that my desire to be well and move forward and become somebody wasn’t stupid - or impossible. Somebody knew exactly how I felt and how to succor me.
Six weeks later, I had moved out. I attended a full semester of difficult classes and passed with straight As. I auditioned for the show as I had hoped, and I got to spend this last Christmas in Bedford Falls – as Mary, George Bailey’s wife. And this Christmas I understood better than ever before the meaning of, “Wonderful, Counselor, the Mighty God, the Everlasting Father, the Prince of Peace.”
In John 14:27 we read:
“Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.”
Jesus Christ is the Prince of Miracles. He is the Prince of Reassurance. He is the Prince of Goodness, Light, and Mercy. He is the Prince of Nothing is Impossible. He is the Prince of You Do Not Have to Do This Alone. Through Him, there is nothing that can’t be made right. There is nothing that can’t be healed. Miracles are possible. There is no suffering too exquisite, no sin too severe, no burden too great for the Savior. He paid for all of it.
Jesus Christ owns the market on peace. He is the only one who sells it - and we all can buy it, without money and without price.
