Day 50(!): Say What'cha Mean, Mean What'cha Say

Holy crow!  I can't believe it!  I have been blogging now for 50 days straight!  I don't know if anyone even reads this anymore, but I am thankful that I have this record for myself and my family.  I read on another friend's blog that they are printing theirs to keep as a family scrapbook and I decided I'm going to do the same thing.  Here's to another 50 days!

Aha:
I was asked by a friend to sub in her Primary class today and although none of the kids were there, I had in fact prepared a lesson and learned a bit from it.  The topic was on the "Betrayal of Jesus Christ". 
Here is a very Cliff"s Notes version...In the garden of Gethsemane, Judas kissed Jesus cheek to show the Jewish soldiers who he was and they took him away to be tried.  Jesus was taken to Caiaphas and was tried and found guilty of breaking the law by saying he was the Son of God.  Those that Jesus worked with daily in the temples shouted that he should be killed and sent him to Pontius Pilate for authorization.  Pilate found no fault in Christ.  Witnesses were called and no one defended him, even one of his close friends and disciples denied knowing him three times.  The people wanted him dead.  During the trial Pilate discovered Jesus was from Galilee he sent him to Herod.  Herod too found no fault and sent him back to Pilate.  Again Pilate found no fault in him but the people were insistent that He be crucified, so Pilate told the people they could do so, but the sin be on them.
This was an interesting lesson for me to prepare because it seems so crazy that these people would actually deny everything they had seen the Savior do.  These people were around when he performed miracles.  He even healed one of the soldiers, who had had his ear cut off by one of Jesus' disciples, at the time he was taken from the garden!  Yet they would deny all these things and sentence him to death?  What surprises me even more, is that Peter, one of his closest friends, would deny him three times!  Why?
It makes me think about what I would say if I were questioned about the divinity of Jesus Christ.  Would I have the courage to bear testimony of Him, or would I too deny Him? 

Let it be known now.  I have a testimony of Jesus Christ.  He is my Savior and He is my friend.  I have not seen His face, but I have felt him close to me and have seen His influence in my life.  He has been there for me and helped me through my struggles.  He knows who I am, who I can become and what I need to do to get there.  I love Him and want to do all that I can to return and live in His presence again some day.  He is the Begotten Son of God and came to this earth to fulfill His father's will, to be the Savior of mankind and atone for the sins of the world.  His Atoning sacrifice was for me.  I know he felt my pains and because of that he knows how to succor me.  I have felt His love and understanding more times than could be coincidence and continue to feel close to Him as I try to do what's right.  I know He lives!  I know He loves me!  I know He is my advocate with God and is rooting for me each day.  I hope to learn more of Him and that my relationship with Him can continue to grow stronger and stronger till I, hopefully, one day see him face to face.  He means so much to me and I love so very much!

Ha ha:
The topic in Relief Society was "The Law of Chastity".  The teacher did a great job teaching and discussing physical intimacy to such a large group of women, but the lesson was humorous for a couple reasons.
1.  With each successive comment, the levels of diversion and creativity to say anything but the word "sex" got more and more extreme.  I heard "sharing something special", "being together", "tell your kids about...it", "symbol of love", "when you talk to them about (blank stare, but no words were said)", and "sexual intimacy".  I realize people were just being sensitive to what might be kosher to say in church, but I just thought it was funny that no one ever actually said "sex" even though that was the topic.
2.  The teacher had asked for people to share situations when we had discussed intimacy with their children and the usual stories were shared.  However, this lady in the back raised her hand and said, "When we don't discuss it at home they will learn from school.  My sister's kids came home and loudly announced in front of others that 'Girls have a (whispered) vagina, and boys have a (whispered) penis.'"  It literally took all I had to not bust up laughing.