I
am going to ask you to ponder how you would answer the question, “Who
are you?” while I tell you a little bit about who I am.
In
1979 my mom was expecting her forth child who she hoped to call
“Celeste.” My dad favored, “Amy.” It wasn’t until mom did
some research on the two names that she relented. She found that Amy
was a Latin name that meant Beloved. She knew that my dad’s name,
David, also meant Beloved. And so I was named Amy, after my dad.
My
dad changed jobs a lot when I was young because of the nature of
auto-mechanics. He often had to work two jobs or my mom had to take
on odd jobs to take care of their six kids. There came a point,
though, where my parents were sure their prayers for a good job had
been answered and my dad started a business selling large equipment
to auto-shops throughout Utah. He had to travel a lot and he slept in
his little car, but things went well for a while. Within the course
of a single year, though, my dad was in the hospital four times. He
shattered his wrist installing a hoist and had to have pins put into
his arm and later taken out. That same year he had emergency gall
bladder surgery and an appendectomy. It was during those months that
his largest client declared bankruptcy and he knew he would loose his
business because of the money this client owed him. Still, my dad
refused to declare bankruptcy himself, insisting that if it took his
whole life he would pay off his debts. Somewhere during that year my
dad taught me an important lesson. Our car had broken down and we
went to a parts store to buy what he needed to fix it. As my dad and
I walked out of the store, he examined his receipt closely and
declared we had to return. I grudgingly followed him, not finding
auto parts to be all that interesting. At the counter he handed the
salesman his receipt and said, “This is for my personal car, I need
to pay the taxes.”
I never said anything to my dad about that experience, but I have
thought about it often since. How many people would have just walked
away? How many would have reasoned that they certainly pay enough
taxes or that it was a small amount and not a big deal? He certainly
wasn’t likely to be called to account for it. Even as a young girl
this experience made me profoundly grateful to be named after my dad,
a man of amazing integrity. My parents struggled a lot when I was
young, but I was never very aware of it. I think that’s the
ultimate example of gratitude. My mom and dad were so engaged in
service and love that they didn’t have time to complain.
President
Benson explained that, “Today we are aware of great problems in our
society. The most obvious are sexual promiscuity, homosexuality, drug
abuse, alcoholism, vandalism, pornography, and violence. These grave
problems are symptoms of failure in the home—the disregarding of
principles and practices established by God in the very beginning.”
I confess that I didn’t know much of these problems growing up and
the credit for that belongs to my parents and the example they set.
When we think about who we are, we ought to be profoundly grateful
for parents who taught us the gospel and, if they did not, they
certainly deserve credit for in some way instilling in us the values
that brought us here today. Parents, teachers, church leaders, and
friends all deserve gratitude when we consider who we are.
My middle name is
Jensen. I have always been glad my parents didn’t give me a real
middle name because I didn’t want to give up my family name when I
married. To me it represents all my ancestors. Naturally, I cannot
carry with me the names of all the ancestors who influenced who I am,
but I want to tell you about one of them. Baint Johnson was a farmer
in Sweden when the missionaries came to his home. He accepted the
gospel and his family was baptized. It turns out that the Swedes
weren’t much more accepting of the church then the people of
Illinois at that time, because his neighbors organized a mob and came
to his house where he was alone with his seven-year-old son. He
pushed his boy under the bed and instructed him to stay there until
it was safe. The mob forced their way in and beat Baint so severely
that his son would later tell people he was baptized in his father’s
blood. As soon as Baint was well enough to travel he and his family
took what they could carry and walked to Stockholm. There were other
saints there and he thought to settle but word came from the mission
presidency that he was to move again to Denmark. He moved his family
again and prepared to start a life in Denmark, but was told he was
supposed to take his family to America. He packed again.
On
an over-crowded, rickety old boat he headed for the east coast, but
was soon put way off course by a huge storm. Instead of landing where
they expected, the little boat went around Florida and forced all the
passengers off in New Orleans. He worked there for a time to earn
money to take his family to St. Louis and from there, to Nauvoo. Once
again he was told he could not stay and he began the long journey
across the plains to Salt Lake City. Brigham Young then sent him to
Provo where he again began to farm. This trip took over seven years.
It was the beginning of the gospel in that line of my family. When we
ask who we are we need to remember those that sacrificed to bring us
the true gospel of Christ. Remember your ancestors, and be grateful
for them. If you are a first generation member, be grateful for
missionaries and friends who helped you get to where you are. Be
grateful for loving mothers that sent their children to answer the
call of a living prophet. To the youth and primary children, take
advantage of living grandparents. I remembered that story from
speaking with my grandpa when I was very young. When I called him to
ask him to refresh the details for me, I discovered my own mom didn’t
know it.
Sometime
before the restoration of the gospel of Jesus Christ a young boy was
orphaned and went to live with his uncle, Thomas Hancock. The boy
later grew to become the first signer of the Declaration of
independence. While none of John Hancock’s children lived to
maturity, his cousins passed the Hancock name down a few generations
to prominent members of the church who lived in Nauvoo who carried it
across the plains and eventually passed it down to Nathan Hancock
who, six years ago, asked me to share it. While Governor of
Massachusetts, John Hancock declared a state holiday which he called,
“A day of public Thanksgiving.” I want to share with you a bit of
the article Gov. Hancock wrote as his declaration. He asked that on
this holiday the people should,
“devoutly and
sincerely offer to Almighty GOD, the gratitude of our Hearts, for all
his goodness towards us; more especially in that He has been pleased
to continue to us so a great a measure of Health—to cause the Earth
plentifully to yield her increase, so that we are supplied with the
Necessaries, and the Comforts of Life—to prosper our Merchandise
and Fishery—And above all, not only to continue to us the enjoyment
of our civil Rights and Liberties; but the great and most important
Blessing, the Gospel of Jesus Christ”
This,
like the other’s I have discussed, is a legacy we all share. Not
only was our country founded by men who were blessed with a profound
understanding and gratitude for Jesus Christ, it was created by the
Hand of God to be the place he would restore his gospel. Elder L. Tom
Perry explained, “Among other things, the Constitution guarantees
the religious freedom that allowed the Reformation to continue and
flourish. The great religious reformers began to throw off the
rituals and dogmas that had been attached to Christianity during the
dark ages and sought to return to the pure and simple truths of the
New Testament. “
Joseph
Smith said, “The Constitution of the United States is a glorious
standard; it is founded in the wisdom of God. It is a heavenly
banner.”
Brigham
Young said, “[The Constitution] was dictated by the invisible
operations of the Almighty.”
Spencer W. Kimball added, “One of the reasons America is great
today is because those men who formulated the Constitution had
vision. They looked ahead to today, and all of us here are recipients
of their wisdom and foresight.”
How
grateful we must all be to be partakers of the blessings lavished
upon those Heavenly Father brought to this promised land. I am
grateful for freedom and for those that made the United States a part
of who I am and those who continue to fight for it today.
My
final name is one that I chose to take upon myself, but also one that
came to me as the result of the divinity of all Children of God. At
the age of 8, I was baptized a member of the Church of Jesus Christ
and on that day I covenanted to take upon me the name of my Savior.
When we are considering the inconceivable blessing of being chosen to
bear the name of Jesus Christ, we ought to be humbled by so great a
trust and responsibility. And, in turn, we need to ask ourselves how
we can live up to that name, the same way we should always be
striving to live worthy of the other sacrifices people have made so
we could be all that we were born to be. I think even as adults we
sometimes tend to become casual in our behavior, our language and
actions may be more to receive a desired reaction from the people
around us then a reflection of what we believe. But even when we are
less then diligent in reflecting our Savior, we still bear his name.
When we stand before him someday, may we be proud of the way we
represented him.
President
Hinckley further explained this principle when he said, “As His
followers, we cannot do a mean or shoddy or ungracious thing without
tarnishing His image. Nor can we do a good and gracious and generous
act without burnishing more brightly the symbol of Him whose name we
have taken upon ourselves. And so our lives must become a meaningful
expression, the symbol of our declaration of our testimony of the
Living Christ, the Eternal Son of the Living God.”
While
we are counting our blessings this year, may we also list those
things that make us who we are. Ignoring all that I’ve said today,
I could stop after listing Nathan’s wife and already be in great
debt to my Heavenly Father. Adding the mother of Ryan and Sean kind
of makes me the proverbial poster child for the unprofitable servant.
But then I am also a daughter, Member of Christ’s Church and, of
course of the Gurnee first ward, an American, a Child of God and the
list could continue forever. I became who I am not because of
anything special about me, but because of the amazing sacrifices of
thousands of people who prepared the way, most long before I was
born. And I will be forever grateful for that. And I pray the Lord
will help me live up to it.
