Sunday, April 1, 2012


I was asked to give a talk on "Charity" in Sacrament Meeting on Sunday, March 25.  I sequestered myself in my hotel room while on the symphony tour and actually finished my talk a whole week ahead of schedule! While gathering information, I came across this very touching story presented by President Thomas S. Monson in General Conference October 2010.

A woman by the name of Mary Bartels had a home directly across the street from the entrance to a hospital clinic. Her family lived on the main floor and rented the upstairs rooms to outpatients at the clinic.

One evening a truly awful-looking old man came to the door asking if there was room for him to stay the night. He was stooped and shriveled, and his face was lopsided from swelling—red and raw. He said he’d been hunting for a room since noon but with no success. “I guess it’s my face,” he said. “I know it looks terrible, but my doctor says it could possibly improve after more treatments.” He indicated he’d be happy to sleep in the rocking chair on the porch. As she talked with him, Mary realized this little old man had an oversized heart crowded into that tiny body. Although her rooms were filled, she told him to wait in the chair and she’d find him a place to sleep.

At bedtime Mary’s husband set up a camp cot for the man. When she checked in the morning, the bed linens were neatly folded and he was out on the porch. He refused breakfast, but just before he left for his bus, he asked if he could return the next time he had a treatment. “I won’t put you out a bit,” he promised. “I can sleep fine in a chair.” Mary assured him he was welcome to come again.

In the several years he went for treatments and stayed in Mary’s home, the old man, who was a fisherman by trade, always had gifts of seafood or vegetables from his garden. Other times he sent packages in the mail.  When Mary received these thoughtful gifts, she often thought of a comment her next-door neighbor made after the disfigured, stooped old man had left Mary’s home that first morning. “Did you keep that awful-looking man last night? I turned him away. You can lose customers by putting up such people.”

Mary knew that maybe they had lost customers once or twice, but she thought, “Oh, if only they could have known him, perhaps their illnesses would have been easier to bear.”

After the man passed away, Mary was visiting with a friend who had a greenhouse. As she looked at her friend’s flowers, she noticed a beautiful golden chrysanthemum but was puzzled that it was growing in a dented, old, rusty bucket. Her friend explained, “I ran short of pots, and knowing how beautiful this one would be, I thought it wouldn’t mind starting in this old pail. It’s just for a little while, until I can put it out in the garden.”

Mary smiled as she imagined just such a scene in heaven. “Here’s an especially beautiful one,” God might have said when He came to the soul of the little old man. “He won’t mind starting in this small, mis-shapen body.” But that was long ago, and in God’s garden how tall this lovely soul must stand! 

“Charity is having patience with someone who has let us down. It is resisting the impulse to become offended easily. It is accepting weaknesses and shortcomings. It is accepting people as they truly are. It is looking beyond physical appearances to attributes that will not dim through time. It is resisting the impulse to categorize others.”

“There is a serious need for the charity that gives attention to those who are unnoticed, hope to those who are discouraged, aid to those who are afflicted. True charity is love in action. The need for charity is everywhere.”

--President Thomas S. Monson

Separate Ways...for a Couple of Days

I was called to play with the Utah Symphony -- a three-day chamber education tour to three small schools on the western side of Southern Utah.

Potts participated in a photo excursion to the eastern side of Southern Utah.

Same week. Same days.

Here is the view from outside MY hotel window -- 

Here is the view from outside HIS hotel window --

Here is where I went --



Here's where Potts went --
 Monument Valley


Beautiful photographs, Potts!

It was nice to meet up again at home on Sunday evening to share our experiences.

Hey! I almost forgot... I DID get to see where Butch Cassidy grew up! 
(Photograph taken with my iPhone through the bus window.)

Separate ways for a couple of days.... Each of us doing what we love; sharing the gifts we've been given.