For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given.When we hold a newborn child in our arms, we are given a small insight into the love our Father in Heaven has for us. One cannot look lovingly into the face of an infant without also seeing the great potential and complete innocence of the child. In this painting, Mary looks into the face of her child, her joy. His name will be Wonderful, Counselor, the Mighty God, the Prince of Peace, but she will call Him “son,” and He will call her “mother.”
“And when he had sent the multitudes away, he went up into a mountain apart to pray: and when the evening was come, he was there alone.”
How often do we seek to go “apart to pray”? How often do we seek a place separated from the world and its commotion? I felt this portrait conveyed to me a sense of wanting to just talk to my Father in Heaven alone, away from distractions, away from troubles and fears. The two of us, a Father who has more love for me than I can imagine, waits to listen and to calm and reassure His love for me as I speak out to Him.
Cast Your Net John 21:1-14One week after the Saviors’ resurrection the Apostles returned to Sea of Tiberias to fish, because that was what they knew. They spent the entire night casting their nets into the water with no success.Then as the morning sun broke through the clouds they saw a figure on the distant shore and heard the voice suggesting they should cast their nets to the other side of the boat.Like the Apostles that morning, we too must choose. Choose to routinely continue in our own way, paying no attention to the Savior’s voice; too involved in life. Satisfied to keep our head down and continue to fish. Or perhaps, we act like the Apostle at the front of the boat and we stretch as far out as we can to hear the voice of the Master, to listen and to follow.Have you ever wondered how often in your life the Savior has been on the shore calling to you? How did you respond?
The relationship of Joseph and Jesus is easily overlooked. The scriptures say little about this man who humbly accepted the role of stepfather to the Son of God. I am sure there were nights Joseph held Jesus in his arms and, feeling the weight of his responsibility, looked heavenward and prayed, "He is not my son. He is Yours. Father, help me."
My husband is a stepfather to our children, and as I watch him I am reminded of the millions of others who accept the responsibility of loving and raising children that are not their own. They change diapers, attend ball games, and bandage knees without any thought for themselves. They too look heavenward and offer the prayer of every parent, "They are not my children. They are Yours. Father, help me."
The crowning event of the Book of Mormon is portrayed in this painting as Christ visits the people on the America n continents. The descent of Christ is portrayed as vibrant and dynamic as He comes down to the earth, reaching towards His people who anticipate His arrival.
When I began this painting in April 2008, I paid little attention to the stock market or the world at large. Who could have imagined then that we would witness the implosion of the world’s economic systems, the collapse of century-old institutions, and the loss of millions of people’s life savings. It seemed everything we put our confidence in was taken away – literally overnight. Surely these are the times Jesus spoke of when He said, “Men’s hearts [will] fail them.” – Luke 21:26.
Each day as bad news piled up, I found myself longing to be one of those disciples in the painting. To walk with Jesus and feel the peace and joy as they did. One particularly difficult day a thought came to me. I didn’t need to go to the shores of Galilee to walk with the Savior and find His peace, none of us do. We can each feel it right here and right now, no matter how uncertain these times become. Did He not promise us?
“Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid… ye now therefore have sorrow: but I will see you again, and your heart shall rejoice, and your joy no man taketh from you.” – John 14:27; 16:24
Two thousand years ago the Savior stood on the shores of Galilee teaching the crowds. As night fell, He perceived the people were hungry and asked His disciples to gather what food they could. He then took their "five loaves and two fishes" and fed the five thousand.
A few days later the crowds again returned to the shores of Galilee, but this time the Savior met them saying, "Ye seek me, not because ye saw the miracles, but because ye did eat of the loaves, and were filled... from that time many of his disciples went back, and walked no more with him." - John 6: 26, 67
Are we like the crowds who follow the Savior when life is easy and our bellies full, only to abandon Him when things grow hard? It is my witness that hardship is the cement of discipleship and that only in the midst of our failing health, our wayward children, and tough economic times can we truly understand the peace that comes from heeding His words, "Come Follow Me."