Sunday, March 31, 2013

As a Christian

In light of today being Easter, I thought I would explain what being a Christian means to me.

Yesterday, I had the amazing opportunity to go to the Festival of Colors at the Krishna Temple in Spanish Fork, Utah.  A few friends and I drove to Spanish Fork from Provo and participated in the religious ceremony.  When we arrived, we bought colored corn starch that looked like chalk and gathered by the Krishna Temple with thousands of other people.  At the beginning of the ceremony, we were told the story of Krishna and the history of the religion.  Then we were taught some religious chants and, on count down, threw our colored chalk into the air.  We all became engulfed in a cloud of color that stained our clothes rainbow.  We looked so cool!  Here are a few pictures from our experience :
                                                                                  
 Though I am sure I will be sneezing and coughing rainbow forever, the experience was totally worth it!  As we walked back to our car, we happened upon a commotion that quite disturbed me.  A man, holding a yellow sign with black letters, was shouting at the people passing by.  He exclaimed that those who participated in this ceremony could not consider themselves Christians.  His protest took me back.  What about the ceremony caused this man to be upset and make such absurd accusations?  True, this religion has a different belief system and God than I do but why should that matter?  They believe in a higher power just like I do.  Though our beliefs differ, we both believe in coming together to worship.  I was thankful for the opportunity to immerse myself in a different culture and learn about their lifestyle.  Am I not a Christian for feeling this way?  Absolutely not, of course I am still a Christian.  The Eleventh Article of Faith (if you are not familiar with this term, visit this website http://mormon.org/articles-of-faith!) says "We claim the privilege of worshiping Almighty God according to the dictates of our own conscience, and allow all men the same privilege, let them worship how, where, or what they may."  As a Christian, I am commanded to love my neighbor and not to judge others.  Who I am to judge others on their beliefs if I want my beliefs to be respected?  Everyone worships in their own way and based on their own beliefs.  As a Christian, I want to be accepting of others and learn all I can about the people and cultures of this world.  This world is a magnificent place if you open your eyes to the beauty of its people.  We are all God's children and He loves us all equally.  Jesus Christ came to save ALL men, whether they are Christian or not.  So when someone says Christianity constitutes abstaining from learning about and accepting God's children, I would have to disagree.  Being a Christian, to me, means filling your heart full of charity for your fellow men.  See the people around you as God sees them and you will find love for every person you meet.

Today reminds us of the most glorious miracle; the resurrection of Jesus Christ.  As a Christian, I know that Heavenly Father sent His son to this Earth to bring men unto Him.  As a Christian, I know Christ came to atone for the sins of men.  As a Christian, I know He was crucified as a perfect being.  As a Christian, I know He rose from the dead three days later.  As a Christian, I know my Savior lives.  Sometimes I wonder how all of this can be.  How could God send His son to die for me?  Why did Christ agree to come?  They have a indescribable love for us, to put it simply.  I truly stand all amazed that Jesus Christ would descend from His home on high to dwell among imperfect men and then die for them.  His sacrifice was the ultimate sacrifice of love for His Father's children.  After He suffered for every sin, mistake, unhappiness and burden, He gave His life on Calvary.  Today, we celebrate His return on the third day.  He broke the bonds of death and set all men free.  Sometimes, I don't think we realize the significance of that miracle.  Christ rose from the dead and through His sacrifice, he seals the promise that we can do the same.  I cannot wait for the day when I can kneel at His side and feel the nail prints in His feet, hands and side and cry thanks unto Him. I am so thankful for this Easter Sunday and for the opportunity to rejoice in Christ's resurrection.  As a Christian, I know my Savior is our perfect example.  He is my brother and my ever constant companion.  He fills me with a peace and a hope that encourages me to follow Him and find everlasting life.  As a Christian, I know my Savior lives.  As a child of God, I know my Heavenly Father and Savior love me.  As Paige Whitney, I know I am never alone for they will always be in my corner.  I wish everyone a wonderful Easter, filled with thanks for Christ's ultimate sacrifice and glorious return.




Saturday, March 23, 2013

My Family Tree

I have a new obsession and it is taking over the strict homework schedule I set for myself this week.  Family history is the best.  Family history has always been on my interest list but I have never gotten around to it.  Now, I haven't done any of my own work yet but I have been studying the work that my family members have done and I am falling in love! I learned that I have some Native American ancestry.  I mean, I have an ancestor named New Moon so that is awesome.  I also have an ancestor named Peter Parker....so I'm related to Spiderman.  I'm related to Scottish, Hungarian, English, French, Swedish, Polish and Norwegian royalty.  I always knew I was a princess, I could just feel it.  However, nothing compares to finding that I can trace my ancestry back to Adam (like first man Adam) on my dad's side! Crazy! This line goes through Joseph of Arimathea, Mary, Jesse, David, Noah, Abraham and all the way back to Adam and Eve.  I almost started crying when I saw "Eve: The First Woman".  It was so amazing. There were so many names that it is hard to believe I am related to all of them.  I have a really big family.  As I was walking around BYU campus today (this may seem weird) but I was observing all the people around me and a voice entered my head that said "These are my children".  The experience I have had learning about my family has taught me that we are all family because we are children of God.  We all have roots that go back to Adam and Eve.  I love seeing all the names and realizing that these are REAL people not just names on a computer screen.  I am so thankful for the family I have and for the opportunity I have to keep them forever.  I don't think there could be a greater blessing.  So go and research your family history even if it is just a few minutes here and there!  I promise it will be time well spent.
I wrote a poem for my creative writing class last semester about family history so I think no is the perfect time to share it!
The Home Among the Trees 
                                                                                                           
Sheltered by the shadows
The home among the trees        
It has long since been abandoned
But still protected by the leaves

To think of all the hands
A single tree could hold
For every branch, a hand
A family to unfold

To think if only one day
The house were found again
The secrets come unlocked
The Past, our forgotten Friend.

Each ring on every stump
Each vein on every leaf
Behold, the line of Adam
The blood of fairest Eve.

Though now the house is empty
The trees are growing still
Though now the house is empty
The trees are growing still