“Created for Me,” New Era, Apr. 1995, 49
As I sat restlessly in sacrament meeting one Sunday afternoon listening to another returned missionary speak, I entertained myself by watching two children play peek-a-boo across the back of the bench. Coming to church every Sunday seemed a meaningless ritual. None of my friends went to church or observed the Sabbath. I sat there all grumpy, determined to be miserable.
I casually looked over my right shoulder and saw my parents with tears in their eyes. I looked around the room and noticed that many people had tear-stained cheeks and wadded tissues in their hands. I turned my attention back to the recently returned elder in time to hear him say, “… and I know that my Father lives.”
That was a statement I had heard many times, especially in sacrament meetings. I always asked myself, How could they possibly know that there is a God? As the closing prayer was said, I felt a little guilty for my thoughts.
Later that evening my family sat down together for family scripture study. We were in the 30th chapter of Alma, and my older brother Jim was reading about the anti-Christ Korihor telling Alma there was no God. In verses 43–44, he read, “And now Korihor said unto Alma: If thou wilt show me a sign, that I may be convinced that there is a God, yea, show unto me that he hath power, and then will I be convinced of the truth of thy words.
“But Alma said unto him: … The scriptures are laid before thee, yea, and all things denote there is a God; yea, even the earth, and all things that are upon the face of it.” [Alma 30:43–44]
That night I lay very still and pondered the words of Alma. I thought about all the creations on the earth, about the flowers and the trees and the beautiful night stars and about me. How magnificent the creation of the human body is. I lay there a very long time until the words of a song I learned in Primary entered my head. “Whenever I touch a velvet rose or walk by a lilac tree, I’m glad that I live in this beautiful world Heavenly Father created for me.”
The tears fell down my face, and I said a prayer to Father in Heaven asking for forgiveness and thanking him for the beautiful world he created for me. I know my Father lives.