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Prince Ata, the second son of the King of Tonga and fourth in line to the throne has finally been baptized

Prince Ata viewing the October 2014 General Conference with missionaries.
Prince Ata viewing the October 2014 General Conference with missionaries.

There was a lot of controversy when the Prince Ata Tonga showed interest in the Mormon Church. The king learned of his second son decided to be baptized, and when he sent his soldiers first to stop the baptism, but the prince sent the soldiers.

The king was not content with this, but sent the Prime Minister of Tonga to bring an end to the spectacle and negotiate with the prince. The baptism was postponed for a while and the prince continued to go to church.

But now, finally, Prince Ata been baptized in a church in Hawaii in March. We must hope that the king did not make him arvslös and everything else that he threatened. It's not easy when you have errant parents who do not like the religion chosen. This occurs more often than you think.

http://lds.net/blog/hasten/tongan-prince-baptized-mormon-church-fathers-wishes/#.VQGkJeGwHZg

http://www.nzkanivapacific.co.nz/2015/03/prince-ata-baptised-in-mormon-church-despite-kings-repeated-requests-to-postpone-ceremony/#.VQGp4-GwHZj

http://mormonlady.com/2014/11/03/kungen-av-tonga-skickar-premiarministern-for-att-stoppa-sonen-fran-att-dopas/

Shame

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When I was growing up, I often felt shame. My mother was mentally ill and there was nothing you at all talking about. I carefully avoided anything that could reveal my mother's illness. It was an upbringing in shame and denial. I also felt a great debt. It felt somehow as if everything was my fault and that it was my responsibility to set things right.

At school, alcoholism could be wisdom. "Stina moved away from home. She did not stand out with her parents. Her father dropped. "I remember feeling fond of jealousy like Stina. It would have been so easy to just say that even parents were kidding. But no. Mental illness itself was never talked about. Yes, of course. I actually had a classmate in high school, Fredrik was his name. He told me that his parents were divorced because his mother was mentally ill. Only now at high school he had been told that he had not only a sister, but two more siblings whom no one had told. Fredrik's father had not been able to take care of all four children, without the two youngest he had left away and never told anything about Fredrik and his big sister. I felt terribly sorry for Fredrik and also felt a cohabitation. It was not only me in the whole universe who had a mentally ill parent.

My mother's mental illness made it among others in the fact that she could not clean up, but instead gathered and accumulated. She was not able to throw anything. When other friends took their buddies so I went alone. I could never bring home someone and I had nobody to talk to. When I was maybe twelve years old then expressed my mother very hard and clear to me that if I divulged a single word about how it looked in our home so I would be utkört. I remember the fear I felt. Where would I go? I had nowhere to take my refuge and I had no one at all to talk to.

My siblings were much older than me and them, I could not talk to. Everything was somehow under the lid. In stealth, I tried to clean up as much as I could. One summer I emptied my nephew and my parents' basement in secret. It was basically just rubbish we sorted out and threw the container. Unfortunately, it did not take long, it was just as much junk in the basement again.

When I moved away from home to 19 years old, it was such an incredible relief that I could finally stay somewhere where I could keep in order. I enjoyed being able to win friends and I made a decision to not feel guilty that I was no longer at home and cleaned my parents. Eventually I realized that I actually could do nothing. I freed myself from a lot of the responsibility that I put on myself to be responsible for my parents' lives.

There is an expression in Sweden that I really deny and that's the expression; "It's both pity and shame." It is so incredibly easy to blend these two concepts together. Taste these words yourself: SYND - SKAM.

When I became a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints as I learned about sin. What is a shame really? According to our theology is a pity that of their own free will choose to disobey God's commandments or not to act righteously despite knowing the truth. James 4: 17 says:

He who thus knoweth to do good and doeth it not, he sins.

Sin is thus only about one thing; not following the will of God / the good that we know what is right or wrong. Sin is not about what other people do, it's not about making mistakes, though it was not intentional and it is definitely not about shame.

In our church, we have a wonderful theological doctrine that shields us from shame. Unlike all other Christian churches we believe is not for the original sin. Original Sin means that someone else has done wrong and we others can carry the sin and shame. How unfair is not it.

When I read the literature I'll take some of the thoughts of the förkättade original sin as completely poison the people's self-perception. You can find it in Baudelaire The Fleurs du mal as well as in Hawthornes The Scarlet Letter. We are born as sinners, we inherit the sins of others ... How false is not this doctrine! The truth is that we are born completely new and pure without sin and we do not inherit the sins of others.

Most recently I read Jean Paul Sartre's play The flies that just about guilt and freedom of action. Sartre was one of the 1900's greatest existentialists and he stressed that we as humans were free. We are, if condemned to freedom. It means that we do not inherit someone's sin, and it also means that we must take personal responsibility for our decisions. Unfortunately, it seems that Sartre considers that the fact that people can take their fate in their own hands also means that people can feel the anxiety and guilt.

Having the gospel in his life and truly discovering what the gospel means has led me to understand what sin is and I can distinguish between sin and guilt. I know I'm innocent of my parents' behavior, and I do not even charge them for their way of living. Mental illness is no sin in itself.

The gospel has really meant a lot in my life and one of the things is that I have because of the gospel has come to realize that I can not take responsibility for other people's decisions and way of life, but is responsible for my own decisions and the way we live and I do not need to feel guilty, but can let God take care of my negative feelings. All I have to do is start afresh and learn to listen to the Holy Spirit's promptings.

Of course, all this is a process. When I was 28 years and met my current husband, I felt a great shame to tell him about my parents, how my mother was and how it looked in my childhood home. It is only in his forties that I have come so far in my development that I no longer feel shame, but can distinguish between my life and my parents' lives and tell you about my upbringing.

A happy funeral

Fredrik

What do you think of when you hear the word funeral? My Swedish church experience is that it is a sad and final event. Grief, sadness and solemnity. My mother's funeral felt like a business association of humanists; no faith, no faith, nothing more than an impersonal priest who rattled off their lines and impersonal ritual mantra.

On Friday, so I attended a funeral of a dear brother in the church. He had for years suffered from Parkinson's disease and experienced the disease as a monster who had taken over his body. For his missing relatives were mixed with relief that his brother now had it good.

As I wrote in other blog posts, I love Mormon funerals. When I arrived at the chapel, I had with me three roses to lay on the coffin; one red, one white and one gammelrosagul. Although I do not actively spent time with family in private, I experienced Fredrik as a dear brother in the congregation.

The chapel was completely filled with people. I recognized a few people who are no longer active in the church, some people I had never seen before. Each of us was assigned a meeting sheet. What I noticed was a few quotes that stood in the meeting magazine: "There is no such thing as 'can not' " as well as "Should something be done as it should be done properly. "

Fredrik was a handy man and an unbearable optimist. It was evident when the various speakers personally spoke of Fredrik. An elderly man told funny anecdotes about their adventures along with Fredrik. Both were Norwegians so it was good to hear earthly Norwegians and stories about fishing trips. On a fishing trip, Fredrik had gently handed a hand, but still he got in and rubbed so that the gypsum loosened. They both had to get to Tärnaby for Fredrik to get a new plaster, and as the older brother expressed it, everyone in Tärnaby from the doctor to the doctor could gypsum. All the five children of Fredrik were also up and told about his dear father. They talked about his scarred hands used diligently when he had worked as carpenters, they talked about his persistence, his boldness to tell about the gospel and his eternal optimism - his ability to "think outside the box.

It was a meeting full of memories, smiles and a strong faith. Frederick was now with his parents his daughter who died of sudden infant death and her granddaughter who died in the ninth month. There is no sadness, just missing, but also a great joy that Frederick had met his savior Jesus Christ and that he had a good life.

When the speeches were over and all the great hymns - Yes, I must not forget that our bishop Fabrice played guitar and sang Frank Sinatra's "My Way"At the funeral. That song was Fredrik's special wishes - then the closest family gathered in front of the coffin and held each other. Then we all had to go to the coffin to say goodbye and put our flowers on the coffin. There was such a light, such a joy and such a gratitude throughout the funeral. It felt like a single great revival meeting, where the speakers not only spoke of Fredrik but also testified about God and Jesus Christ and how close we live to our deceased. They are with us, on the other side of the veil. The psalms that were singing were Be upon me every moment, Only one day a moment at a time, and O great God. It was a powerful meeting with the presence of the Spirit, and I am grateful that I could join.

After the funeral, wrote the eldest son in the family this on facebook:

Thanks for all the warmth and participation of this special day when we took leave of our beloved husband, father, relative and friend. We feel a regret, of course, but at the same time a great peace of mind knowing that Fredrik is where he should be now. He has certainly started the new major construction projects in our Father's loving kingdom and welcomes many cherished reunions! Thanks to many special year Dad and all the best - you will be missed!

Breaking records, sharing faith: 1,000 gather for live Nativity in Provo

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What Happens When You gather world-class musicians, YouTube celebrities, 2,000 people dressed as angels, a donkey, two sheep and a camel? The Guinness World Record for the Largest Live Nativity Scene, plus an epic YouTube music video, and a free download of MP3 What Will rapidly've become a Christmas classic.

Radiant is pleased to serve as the sponsor and creative partner to this amazing, unprecedented collaboration between Peter Hollens, David Archuleta, The Piano Guys, The Mormon Tabernacle Choir and Several Other notable YouTube personalities, including Shay Carl, Alex Boye, Cute Girl Hairstyles , Devin Supertramp, Stuart Edge, Kid History, Studio C, The Gardiner Sisters, and others. The project came together in record time with help from the heavens-as well as a heavenly host of earthly angels who worked around the clock to bring the creative vision to life.

http://www.radiant.org/news/2014/12/12/radiant-presents-angels-we-have-heard-on-high

http://www.deseretnews.com/article/865616785/Breaking-records-sharing-faith-1000-gather-for-live-Nativity-in-Provo.html?pg=all

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Seventy word for loneliness

Lonely Girl

In Sweden, it is very many people who feel lonely and beyond. I see people wander through life all alone, and I'm thinking why they do not try to acquire some friends. But it's not always easy to make friends in Sweden, for very many acquire them already in childhood and youth in school.

Stuck in Sweden so we move on us a lot because we get a job in a new city. As we stand there all alone and without it there safe social network that we all need. For the network that we have built up will not help as much as we need friends in the place we live and work.

Now the festive season, I think quite special at all these lonely people who are in Sweden. Should they need to hibernate alone in their apartment or house? Should they go into hibernation? Who will warm their hearts and make them happy now? In December, so hang you too much with close friends and family, and it is then that they alone feel even more alone.

Hillevi Wahl, columnist for the Metro newspaper writes:

The social loneliness is something else. Anyone who my mother was suffering from, after many years of abuse. And I also felt such shame and sorrow over in my youth. I had no family, friends and social contacts. When I had my thirty birthday party I invited around sixty people - and no one came. In retrospect, I can understand why, I was bad at making people feel special. And in myself there since the early feeling that if I disappeared from the face of the earth, no one would miss me. Maybe I would have needed someone showed me a way out of loneliness. Professor John Cacioppo has launched method called EASE - Ease Your Way to Social Connection. E stands for Extend yourself. He believes that if we want to break the isolation, we must extend a hand, start chatting with the person we want to get to know. A stands for Action Plan - we must look for us to contexts where contact occurs, an association, a choir, a congregation. S stands for Selection - choose rather few deep connections in front of many superficial. And perhaps the most important and most difficult of all: E - Expect the best. We must dare to believe that others wish us well.

http://www.metro.se/kolumner/ensamhet-ar-var-tids-folksjukdom/EVHnlb!mInvPrezmNc/

It can be difficult to extend a hand when you feel lonely, but it's just when it needed extra. It is not enough that society that TV provides. We need to look up an association, a choir or congregation as soon as possible. And I know that the Mormon Church, there are many who love to stretch out a hand and looking for new friends. Why not daring to look up the church and go to the Christmas party or a meeting on Sunday? It's like they say: "Fresh ventured, nothing gained."