Jesus spoke these words to Pharisees who had challenged him with the law in regards to a woman taken in adultery. When Jesus responded "He that is without sin among you, let him first cast a stone at her" . . . they were convicted in their hearts and one by one left Jesus alone with the woman. Jesus then comforted her and urged her to "go and sin no more." He did not deny her sin or pretend it didn't matter but encouraged her forward into the light. [John 8]
According to John, the Savior then spoke again to the Pharisees, testifying that he was "the light of the world." He told them that that those who followed him would "not walk in darkness, but have the light of life." These men were confident in the fact that they were descendants of Abraham. For them that was enough. They did not desire judgment that was true or in the light. They did not desire personal accountability or any personal understanding that could lead them to faithfully rely on redemption through the Son of God. Indeed their "hidden" lusts would bring them to the point of crucifying the very one who would save them.
John also recorded an exchange between Nicodemus and Jesus in which Jesus taught principles of baptism and the need to be born of water and of the spirit. I love the 3rd Chapter of John! Christ continues the teaching, testifying that it was the love of the Father that sent him to redeem and save. He spoke directly to my soul when he declared "he that doeth truth cometh to the light."
In John 16 we read of Jesus lovingly preparing his apostles for his death. The reality of what was to come was difficult for them to comprehend. He told them that the Holy Ghost would guide them "into all truth." He acknowledged their coming sorrow and told them their "sorrow [would] be turned into joy."
I am sensitive to the fact that there were many who suffered in the tragedy of our family. While I have shared some of the details of my life on occasion, I have previously not written much of it. I know that these things are painful for others and I do not want to needlessly burden anyone. However, now is the time to record the story. In family life, the impact of what is past affects us. Often children and grandchildren grapple with residual challenges without information that could help them move forward in light through the power of the Savior to heal and strengthen. Understanding can lead to wisdom and wisdom to forgiveness. While crippling family injuries can be overcome, you cannot properly mend that which you do not know needs mending.
I was very fortunate to stay in the community that suffered along with me as I came to terms with what was real. I count this as one of the greatest blessings of my life. I returned to my 2nd Grade class at Coutts Village School a couple of weeks after the deaths of my parents. I am not sure if we were still living with with Sister Englehart who took care of us for a time or if we were already with our Grandparents. On my first day back to school I passed a third grader in the hall at recess time. She stopped and turned and pointed at me and said, "Oh. You're the one whose father . . ." I knew that my parents were gone but I did not know what had happened until that moment.
The floor cannot open and swallow you whole. You cannot will yourself to disappear. I managed to hide in the bathroom for a while as I began to struggle with the tragic truth. I will never forget the impact of that quick declaration. It was brutal. However, from that moment on I was able to begin the work of dealing with what was real. Someone had gone to alert an adult about my plight. Before long I had an arm around me as I sobbed through my pain. I do not remember the name of my comforter. She was one of the many dear souls in my life who expressed God's love through kind and gentle words and actions. Somehow I made it back to school the next day and the next and the next. I know there were many prayers given in my behalf and they were answered often through the goodness of another person.
Knowing what happened was and is a great blessing. I love both my mother and my father very much. What I know of them is real and my love for them is founded in truth. I still feel sadness for their sadness. I am filled with compassion for their sorrows. Again I trust in the power of the Savior to succor their needs. I honor my father and mother in my efforts to live to my fullest potential and trust that my weak efforts will be magnified through the Atonement. Christ's perfection will overcome my weakness.
In the book of Psalms, David prays "Behold, thou desirest truth in the inward parts: and in the hidden part thou shall make me to know wisdom." [Psalm 51:6]
Getting "real" is important for happy living. We just need to understand and know what to do with difficult realities. The restored gospel of Jesus Christ lights our way. Jesus overcame the world. [John 16:33] This truth is the center of all I know and feel. In light I can deal with all the truths of my life - good and bad. For Wendy Jensen, the promise of "beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness;" is real. [Isaiah 61] I value every day of my life including the painful days of long ago. The struggle for the peace I feel has been monumental. All those who love me have shared in the realities of that struggle. There are children and nieces and nephews who need the opportunity to gain understanding as light breaks through the darkness of their own confusion. I write to fill in the blanks for them.
Last week a dear friend who I admire very much came to me to share her story of painful childhood memories. She is a generous and remarkable woman who brings a lot of happiness to those of us who know her. We know what it is to survive childhood trauma and thrive. We are not alone. I write for those who have felt bound and shamed by things they have suffered through no fault of their own. I write for those who bear the burdens alone, afraid to share and offend or turn someone away. I write of hope in Christ. Life is a blessing.
I pray that somehow my story will help each and every reader see the many good souls in their own lives - those who in truth represent the love of God through their good, kind and compassionate ways. These dear ones are not perfect in their expressions and yet they do not back away from the opportunities to lighten the burdens of another. I write in gratitude for those who were my rescuers.
Children who live through difficult childhoods can feel shame and the threat of being dismissed as broken or tainted can be overwhelming. I write to open the eyes of those who do not know how to handle sad realities experienced by others. It is uncomfortable to know difficult things. It can be frightening when we don't know what we could possibly do. I write for those who would minister the needs of another. I write that God's love may be manifest in the way we love and give.
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