The Ever Enlarging Circle of Love

This essay is in response to a concept that we should  practice coming "at one" with others.  It is not meant to limit the over-arching, eternal enabling power of Christ's atonement, but to find places in our lives where we learn to be unified and "at one" with others.

There was a moment on my mission when I realized that my family was not just the Robert and Julia family, nor the family that extended back to some unknown beginning.  My family included the Chinese—not just those I worked with and knew, but all Chinese.  I felt deeply connected to all of them.  I saw greatness and destructiveness in their culture.  I saw tenderness and abrasiveness in their homes.  They were a people I came to know, love and feel deeply connected to.  They had become my people.

I believed that because of my missionary experience and ability to speak Mandarin Chinese,  God would certainly use me to bless his people in China or Taiwan, or Singapore or anywhere exotic where at least one of the main languages was Mandarin.  With excitement I would sing, “I Will Go Where You Want Me to Go,” eager to find out where and when I would go. I, with Mark, would be an instrument in God’s hand to change the world. 

In fact, Mark and I had an opportunity to go to China for a year after Mark graduated from Law School.  It would be the beginning of our life of being an instrument of God, I assumed. For me, more out of habit than true faith, we prayed about it.  Surprisingly, Mark and I both got the same answer:  For now, our service was in our apartment, raising children, serving in our wards and being good neighbors.  Not exotic.  Not easy.  Not thrilling.  Not prideful.

Through those nearly 30 years of staying home to serve, we have been humbled by some of the difficulties of parenting, the reality of people in our ward’s burdens and the blatant unfairness of life.  Somehow, by being completely committed to family and church (not just the gospel), we have had incredible experiences of love, service, support and faith within a very limited geographic sphere.

Two months ago, when I was in the throes of preparing for two sons’ weddings and receptions, my husband came home and asked who I knew who could go to the bishop’s storehouse for Steve and Chuck.  Steve had just had surgery on his foot and was out of a job and Chuck was his mentally handicapped brother he cared for.  At first I tried to figure out who could go before I realized that I could go.  Begrudgingly, I drove 45 minutes to the storehouse, spent at least 30 minutes there and then 45 minutes back to the small upstairs apartment these friends lived in.  They were not of my faith or my heritage.   During that two hour period, I felt like a martyr:  I had so much on my plate and here I was giving up time to serve someone else.  I felt privileged and righteous. After arriving at their apartment, I started to carry the bags up the stairs, when both Steve and Chuck hobbled down to help me.  Steve was in tears of gratitude, shaking his head repeating, “I wish I didn’t have to make you do this for us.”  As I went into their tiny apartment, their lime-green refrigerator was opened.  Inside was one thing.  A yellow box of baking soda.    All of the sudden my feelings changed profoundly.  I started blinking as I talked with Steve.

Everything came into perspective for just that one moment.  The responsibilities of two weddings, receptions, luncheons, travels and humanity all boiled down to a core issue.  Relationships.  I was not just part of the Blair family, or all my extended family, or even the Chinese world.  I was part of all of humanity.  Everyone was my responsibility and no one was exempt.  

I went home and walked around my beautiful home, seeing pictures of my children from childhood to marriage and wondering about the time I had spent home instead of out serving humanity, and I felt at peace.  By not going abroad, I had remained focused on family.  By remaining actively engaged in my church, I had been able to connect with people from around the world, help drive a dying woman to her doctor’s appointments, talk with a depressed mother whose daughter tragically died, welcome a suicidal friend into my home for a night as she felt abandoned by her family, go on walks with a woman whose husband had been unfaithful to her a second time, and talk with a young mother dealing with anxiety.  Each of these experiences connected me with others in a unifying, atoning way.

There are times I’ve wondered if I have limited my family’s experience by not going abroad.   Perhaps.  But I have also enlarged their experience by fully engaging in church--by finding the world close to us but unknown to us—in drug-ridden neighborhoods, at rest homes where the widows repeated weekly what they said the week before, in apartments that were so unsanitary that I felt compelled to take a bath after returning home, and with families who are struggling with mental illnesses within.  Each time I’ve truly opened my heart to listen to another, I have felt unity—a sense of coming at-one with others and it has enlarged my soul.

When our chorister leads “I’ll Go Where You Want Me To Go, Dear Lord,” I smile and sing instead, “I’ll stay where you want me to stay, dear lord.”  To me, the place of service is radically unimportant.  The heart and action of selfless service, regardless of place or faith, is divine.  For me, coming “at-one” with others starts with committed engagement in humanity, in taking time to listen thoroughly, in letting go of judgment like a helium balloon and allowing it to be dealt with by heaven.  It is freeing.

But living at-one with others is a temporary state for me.  I’m not able to stay in tuned, connected, unified and loving most of the time.  But the few moments of true, open-hearted connections with a child, husband, neighbor or stranger is worth continued effort.  It is what true religion ultimately is about.  It is practicing atonement.

Lately I've had a new experience, that of my sons marrying into other families, and becoming theirs’, not just ours.  In awe, I have talked with Brian, David and Josh’s in-laws and found them open to goodness, committed to family and willing to enlarge their love.  What has been utterly surprising to me is how easily it has been to love them, to feel that they are not just part of my sons’ lives, but mine too.  They add dimension, goodness, breadth and depth to our family.  As our circles of influence, being influenced and loving and being love enlarges and connects eternally,   I stand in awe.  The atonement is not just about sharing grief and pain, but also sharing joy and rejoicings.

Helping Loved Ones: Insights from A River Runs Through It

Thursday evening found us (Matt and James) deep in discussion in the warmth of the family condo. James had just finished watching A River Runs Through It, purportedly to give a previously thought of dumb movie a second chance. Months earlier, David Sabey, James’s new brother-in-law, had brought up the movie in conversation, when James automatically went off about how dumb and pointless the movie was. All he could remember was a guy getting sunburned naked and a bunch of random fishing. James had seen the movie on a scout trip with a bunch of immature friends who remembered nothing but a random string of unrelated events with a “river running through it”. Their deepest analysis consisted of sarcastically repeating the question, “A river runs through what?” and a friend answering, “It runs through it, whatever it is.” Their deepest wonder was in how the movie hadn’t ruined the career of Brad Pitt. David, unoffended, responded that he had actually really enjoyed the movie. James was left dumbfounded. Upon watching the movie for the second time, James learned from Matt that the movie was an absolute favorite of his older brother Josh, and that was why he and David were both familiar with it. That is a long way of saying that two previously separate families, eventually brought together, in an unforeseen way, two young men in meaningful, soul-searching discussion. 


The point that we would like to focus on here is best introduced by the following conversation (which language we do not endorse) between the two brothers, as they attempted to go fishing with a friend’s brother:


 Paul: Couldn't you find him?
Norman: The hell with him.
Paul: Well, I thought we were supposed to help him.
Norman: How the hell do you help that son of a bitch?
Paul: By taking him fishing.
Norman: He doesn't like fishing. He doesn't like Montana and he sure as hell doesn't like me.
Paul: Well, maybe what he likes is somebody trying to help him.


 For Paul, who suffered with addictions and was normally rebellious, this is one of those moments where he shined. He himself needed help but wouldn’t accept, and here he revealed that a person hard to help, even if no one can really help them, wants deeply to feel the love that is communicated when someone at least tries to help. It is hard to help people – to really help people. Sure, bringing cookies over to someone who is struggling may lift their spirits for a moment, but the problem hasn’t gone away and they are left with a plateful of unhealthy comfort food. We realized that it is hard to truly help people, since meaningful change comes from within. Furthermore, can we ever really accurately empathize with others? And if not, how could we ever know how to help them? We had both experienced times when people had tried to help us, but the help was unhelpful, fleeting, or even counter-productive. Regardless of all this, the action of trying to help does not go unnoticed. We feel sincere concern, and we know we are loved.

In A River Runs Through It, we learn through the experience of the McLean family, that love is powerful. The divisive individual problems that threaten to tear at their family are rendered powerless. Not because the problems were all solved, but because a common love, as simple as fly-fishing, welcomed them all back home and together.

As the beloved film regretfully comes to its close, the now aged brother, Norman, stands once again fishing on the same river – that treasured river that united them through everything. Norman is the last of them, and the sun is setting. Pensively he speaks these words, “each one of us here today will at one time in our lives look upon a loved one who is in need and ask the same question: We are willing to help, Lord, but what, if anything, is needed? For it is true we can seldom help those closest to us. Either we don't know what part of ourselves to give or, more often than not, the part we have to give is not wanted. And so it is those we live with and should know who elude us. But we can still love them - we can love completely without complete understanding." Or, stated symbolically, “eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it.”

Blogger Dude

This is my first attempt to blog. Is it working?? Am I now an official blogger?? What do I write, how do I contribute, what is this all about?  These are just a few of my questions that I have with regards to this new and ever changing world of computer communication, sharing and living. The world is a more complex place than I knew growing up. I try to keep current and thus relevant in an ever forward moving computer based world. My daughter texted me yesterday to get advice about which new computer to buy. It must mean that my opinion about the computer world still carries some weight to her. My son asked me how to show a slide show he made on a screen at the scout Court of Honor. It must mean that my opinion on computer related matters is still relevant. I guess that counts for something at my age.

With regard to families and the merging of families as witnessed with the Sabey Messina marriage we are all a fusion of many different families. All of us are a fusion of God's children. We are all a part of one  another, all a part of His plan to teach us to be like Him, all working together to return to where we came from, all a part of each other's growth, happiness and success. A wise friend  told me years ago "We are all a lot more alike than we are different." So true. We each live to love another who is not from our immediately family. My wife Deanna grew up totally different from me on a rural farm but similar in everything that's important to this city boy. We have had a great life together and with our children. Our children are now repeating our life's experience. I still learn everyday even at my age. An example of strength that came to me from our merging families through marriage were  some inspired words  my new son-in-law's father taught me about life. Things I have heard all my life but never put together like this. The  3 principles he learned through trials in his life are the following. 

1.) Believe in gospel promises. 

2.) Embrace the curriculum.  

3.) Allow agency to work. 

So true. So simple. 

So marriage is great in so many ways. From Son- in-laws and their families to pomp and ceremony to moving forward to embracing the curriculum of life. It's all good. I can learn to blog and share my thoughts and feelings and maybe even help someone or get help and support  from someone else. 

I guess now I'll push the button that says "done" and see if it works. I guess that's how life is when you are on the launch pad of learning. Push the start button, dive into the learning, see what happens. If it works great! If not try again or try something new. Just don't ever stop trying, don't ever stop getting up when you fall, don't ever stop testing the limits of your ability for you may just succeed after you try long enough and when you do succeed you can help pull the others up who follow you. 

Done. 

Mike Messina. 

Sigurd Cemetery/Welcome to the Blog

The cemetery in Sigurd, Utah is only about 100 square yards. Its biggest claim to fame is that it is the resting place of some Mormon pioneers, though none of them is well-known. Had I driven by Sigurd a few weeks earlier, I probably wouldn’t even have noticed the town, let alone stopped at its cemetery. Yet, in that moment, I stood by the Dastrup family plot, and felt the stirrings of something eternal. My wife, Danielle, is a Dastrup. Through marriage, the people buried in this quaint country graveyard were now my people. Their blood would flow in my children’s veins. This sense of intimate connection stood starkly in contrast with my previous ignorance and disregard for all things Sigurd.

I think this experience demonstrates something fundamental about the Gospel of Jesus Christ: We are invited to view others (and ultimately everyone) as family—intimately connected to us, and tied to our history and future. I see this in a simple way every Sunday when I attend a Mormon church in Belmont, MA and hear the members refer to each other as “Brother” or “Sister.” And it is not simply nominal. When Danielle and I first moved here from the West, we were happily surprised at how welcoming everyone was. Within the first few weeks, we had been invited to dinner, game nights, clam bakes, etc. Although we had never met before, these people welcomed us into their homes and into their lives as if we were visiting relatives. And we began to respond in kind. This last week, we received an email explaining that, after a period of remission, the leukemia had returned in the son of a couple in our ward. They asked for us to fast and pray in his behalf. We had never met this person, but we found ourselves fasting and praying for healing, comfort, and peace for this family. Our association with the ward connected us to the suffering of these people we hardly knew. But we sensed, at some level, that we were family, so we joined with them in fasting and prayer.

This intimate interconnectedness is intended not only for the “ward family.” Ultimately, we are invited to view everyone—classmates, colleagues, co-commuters, and counter clerks—as siblings: children of God and joint-heirs with Christ. I fall miserably short most of time, instead viewing these people like I used to view the Sigurd graveyard—quaint fixtures in the side roads of life, minor characters in the grand narrative of me. But there are moments that poke through my egotistical paradigm, and I stand once again in Sigurd cemetery and think, “These are my people.”

My marriage has already begun to urge me along this path in many ways. And that is, I think, the dynamic that made us want to create this blog. In some small way, we wanted to capture how the covenants we made when we were married have helped us look beyond ourselves and see others as intimately connected and related to us. One simple way we see this is in the new fellowship between Sabeys and Messinas. These two families that, before our wedding, would have passed each other in the road with nothing more than a polite wave, now know and love each other. Matt and James are roommates, Daniel and Emily might take a class together at BYU, and there is even talk about a Sabey-Messina ski trip one of these days. We feel like we are witnessing on a small scale the unity God intends for all His children: no more strangers and foreigners, but fellow citizens in the household of God (Ephesians 2:19).