June Hayden - A Woman of Good

While I was growing up, we lived only a few short miles from both sets of grandparents. As such, I spent a significant amount of time at my grandparents' houses with my family, ranging from Sunday afternoons to date night for my parents.

From these many childhood experiences, I have been able to detect a theme of character for my Grandma Hayden. Whether she was filling up the jar of Swedish berry candy, playing City-Search (a game of her own creation), frying an omelette, teaching us Hide-the-Thimble, bringing out banana Cremies, or watching us roam the mountainside that was her backyard, she was ever focused on the individual.

My grandma lived a very difficult early life. Her father was critically injured while she was a young girl, and never regained his full strength - this left the family in difficult circumstances during the Great Depression. When she was 16, her life was again significantly altered by the advent of World War II.

At the end of the War, June met my grandfather, Ben Hayden. After an interesting courtship, they were married. Their first child was a daughter, followed by 5 sons.

Life was not simple in the Hayden household, as June's faith was often a point of conflict with members of Ben Hayden's family. This occasionally spilled over into home life as well, but June did her best to be a good influence on her husband, children, and extended family. When my father was in his late teens Grandpa Ben finally made the decision to be baptized.

When Ben had a stroke in the late 1990's, my grandma could be seen ever caring for him until his death in 1999. Not once did I see her complain.

Grandma was always there for me, and for each member of my family. When I graduated from high school, when I left on a two-year mission for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, when I went to college, and every time I have been home since she would give a happy laugh and say "I love you kiddo."

I learned that Grandma passed away early this morning. I was able to see her about a week prior to this, when the only words she could still say were "I love you".

11 Now, concerning the state of the soul between death and the resurrection—Behold, it has been made known unto me by an angel, that the spirits of all men, as soon as they are departed from this mortal body, yea, the spirits of all men, whether they be good or evil, are taken home to that God who gave them life.

 12 And then shall it come to pass, that the spirits of those who are righteous are received into a state of happiness, which is called paradise, a state of rest, a state of peace, where they shall rest from all their troubles and from all care, and sorrow.

Alma 40:11-12 

People often ask me to explain what I believe - because of Jesus Christ, my family will be reunited beyond the grave. "And this is life eternal, that they might know thee the only true God, and Jesus Christ, whom thou hast sent (John 17:3)."

God be thanked for the influence of this wonderful lady and for the gift of His Divine Son.

There's Not Enough Stuff in This Minimalist Template

A room. A guy. A comment. "There's not enough stuff in this minimalist template!"

Here are some thoughts about expectations. I've heard people say that the richer you are, the more likely you are to be depressed. Is that true? I dunno. I do think mild depression that we often complain of can be directly tied to our expectations though. (This is not referring to severe or chronic depression, as those often have various physiological and environmental factors.)

An experience I had while I was in college (and still under the illusion that I would be a good engineer) illustrates my point. I emerged from a test disappointed, since I thought things had not gone very well (some of the material took me unawares). To my surprise, I hadn't done as poorly as originally expected. In fact, I had done much worse!

My initial reaction was disbelief. A 50-something on a test I'd been expecting an 85-90% on? Disbelief congealed into depression until the following class period. The professor announced the class average, and I realized I'd actually done pretty well.

What is the difference between Day 1's depression and Day 2's consolation? Expectation. I was NOT ok feeling inferior to a majority of my classmates because I thought my brains should bring me "good" grades. Somehow, that expectation of "good" grades was met when I realized I was dumb but my classmates were even dumber than me (I'm not sure how that is consoling on any level).

Another example: while I was searching my heart to discover if I believed in God, I often wondered "Why doesn't God just appear in front of me?" As I continued this search, though, I realized that my expectations of God were quite removed from the truth. I had seemingly decided that I knew what God should do, while a fundamental concept of Christianity is accepting both the what and the when of things He chooses to give to us. This is a "not my will, but thine, be done" (Luke 22:42) sort of thing.

So what can we do to make our expectations reasonable? Each of us views the world through the lens of our experiences, so each view is different.

Destroying all expectation does as much harm as a false expectation. I've found the best way to approach things is to recognize when my expectations stop providing motivation and instead cause myself or those around me pain. When such recognitions come, I let go of things that are is unimportant, and find something else to occupy my mind.

The question is, where is that template....

Everyone's a Hero

As I'm sure you've noticed, there have been a ton of Hollywood superhero movies in the last decade. To be exact, from X-Men in the year 2000 until now, there have been 33 movies with main characters I personally would classify as "superheroes", and most of those are related to either a Marvel or DC Comics universe. Culturally we are on a binge. (If you are afraid of spoilers, stop reading here.)

As much as I enjoy a good hero, I find it funny and somewhat irritating when Hollywood decides the day is saved by a supporting character, with the "hero" figure cheering them on. This annoyance only seems to plague me in superhero movies.

Take Iron Man 3 for example. Pepper goes all gangsta on the drones at the end, beating the crap out of all of them and the Mandarin while Tony Stark kinda just sits there watching. While this did make me chuckle, it really felt like an anomaly in the Iron Man saga. I left the theater feeling somewhat unsatisfied. 

I think The Amazing Spiderman handled things a little better. Gwen is instrumental in synthesizing "the cure", but her father then has her whisked away despite her protests while he goes to beat on the baddy. This fits in with the theme of her being a very intelligent, (hence she made the cure) awkward young girl (hence she got stuffed in a police car headed out of Dodge).

While I felt like Thor 2 had other problems, I think it stayed true to the relationship between Thor and Jane Foster. Jane didn't suddenly turn into Xena, Princess Warrior and throw down on the dark elves. Instead, she hovered around the outside of the fight and influenced it from afar using technology. (On a side note, the most amusing part of this movie was Hogun getting left on his home planet at the beginning of the movie. It seemed like the writers couldn't think of a way to stuff him into the plot later on.)

In all three movies, though, we can see the proclivity of all main characters (and even some minor characters) toward heroic acts. This makes some sense since that is a motif of the genre, but it also reflects some trends in society that are causing problems in my generation. 

My generation has a HUGE problem with a sense of entitlement to what our parents have. A bigger TV, a huge house when just married, a nice car right out of college... whatever it is we want it NOW. We have been told 'you are special' so many times that we have begun to believe we are the exception to needing education, hard work, dedication, etc before being rewarded. We somehow feel like our "specialness" warrants having more opportunities or more stuff than those around us.

My generation begins to become unhappy, then, when reality checks in. Sooner or later, our perspective of self (I am different, smarter, better, etc than my peers) is repeatedly proved false. The resulting cognitive dissonance leads to confusion, lack of confidence, and depression. 

"Pride gets no pleasure out of having something, only out of having more of it than the next man. … It is the comparison that makes you proud: the pleasure of being above the rest. Once the element of competition has gone, pride has gone." - C.S. Lewis

There is only one cure, humility.

True humility isn't debasing of oneself, it is seeing things as they really are. When we see ourselves through the lens of truth, we will notice we have both strength and weakness. We can find encouragement that we can make a difference in the world, while also understanding that growth is possible if we are willing to work at it.

Deep down, all of us want to make a difference. We may do so to great social applause, like Mother Theresa at the end of her life, or our actions may only be heralded by angels. When we are ok with either scenario, we can know we are beginning to escape the clutches of selfishness and, by association, our false sense of entitlement.

Death Affects Us All

In his book called The Sight, David Clement-Davies explores the development of a society of wolves. This society seeks a mystical power that will protect them from the spread of human hunters, but differences of opinion on what that power is meant to do eventually splits the society into separate camps - one representing the archetype of good, the other of evil. One of the pack leaders (essentially a prophet to its followers) perishes in the final confrontation, leaving the reader feeling a deep sense of loss and even pain.

When we see death occur it changes us in a very real way, particularly if we counted the person among those we love. Whether it is a beloved grandpa who has lived a full life or an innocent child succumbing to leukemia, we each have experienced the loss of someone close to us.

In 1977, all 5 boroughs of New York City experienced a blackout, which led to looting and riots. 1,616 stores were damaged, 1,037 fires were reported, and 3,776 people were arrested. Contrast that with the immediate aftermath of 9/11, when the city instead bonded together to mourn the loss of thousands of husbands, mothers, friends, and neighbors. Death gives each of us new perspective about what really matters. 

Death is not the end of relationships - things like family bonds can last into eternity. When my grandfather passed away a few years ago, my whole family considered it a blessing. He had been struggling with dementia for some time, and usually did not even recognize visitors. Following his death, my grandmother moved in with my parents until her own death a couple of years later. To my grandmother, the loss of my grandfather was hard, but it was a temporary separation from her companion. She knew she would see my grandpa again.

Finally, death is not permanent. Each of us will live again, since Jesus Christ not only suffered for our sins, he also broke the bands of death for each of us. Yesterday I learned of the passing of my Aunt Linda. She was always my favorite part of family reunions as a kid, and I will miss her. Her bout with cancer is over, but death is not the end of her existence. I know that one day she too will be resurrected, she will be reunited with her family, and this sorrow will turn to joy.

A New Blog, A New Time

The Wheel of Time is one of the most celebrated works of fiction in the last 30 years. It is a fantasy series consisting of 14 novels, and it has changed the way I view the fantasy genre as a whole.

In one part of the Wheel of time, you see a character change from an innocent and naive lad into a jaded, slightly frightening commander before he realizes what he has become. The story explores this transformation process from the character's point of view, which made the experience feel incredibly personal. I was impressed that the quality of writing clearly communicated deep concepts with me as a reader, and I intend to incorporate those aspects of writing into this blog.

Since I am kicking off a new blog, I wanted to do so by introducing some of my reasons for doing so. I was talking with a friend over Instant Messaging the other day, and he (somewhat) jokingly described me as interesting to talk to because I am "enigmatic." Since even my family sometimes wonders what in the world I am up to, this is a good opportunity for the world to get a glimpse of what I do and what I think.

I have a lot of friends who believe things that I do not, and vice versa. I love associating with people who have different perspectives than I do, and I feel we have much to teach each other if we can communicate our ideas effectively. In this blog, I will explain why I think a certain way on an issue, an event, or the news of the day, and I welcome your ideas in the comments section. Please keep all posts civil.

I've blogged off and on in the past, and I find it useful for exploring my own state of mind. What I think and how I feel are constantly influenced by the circumstances I find myself in, and writing them down (in a journal, on a blog, etc) allows me to see patterns in what I think and feel at various times. In short, one big reason I am doing this is to get to know myself.

Thanks for visiting!