Because I am a writer, the very essence of me
has been spilt on paper….in my journals, my blogs, my poetry. My thoughts, feelings, perceptions,
understanding, my lessons, my experience here on earth…is all documented. I
often look at my journals and notebooks I have used as my companions over the
years and I feel sorrow that I will leave them behind when I am called home.
I am convinced that I was a writer in my
pre-earth life and that all my writing is waiting for me somewhere in a room
that was my very own….and so I have also
hoped that there would be someone I know in heaven who has copied all my
earthly writing to add to the existing stash for me to own for eternity.
There just so happens to be a book in heaven in
which are recorded names of the righteous who will be immortalized in the analls
of eternal history. This book is called the Book of Life:
“In one sense the Book of Life is the total of
a person’s thoughts and actions – the record of his life. However, the
scriptures also indicate that a heavenly record is kept of the faithful,
including their names and accounts of their righteous deeds (Rev 3:5; 20:12;
D&C 88:2;128:6-7; Alma 5:58) .” (LDS
Guide to the Scriptures, Book of Life)
A St George Temple worker by the name of Elder
John Mickelson Lang received a revelation in 1928 regarding the Book of Life that
explains the process of this record keeping:
“Every spirit that comes to earth has a
guardian angel, whose duty it is to keep a record of the individual’s
parentage, the conditions under which it was born, its inheritance,
environment, thoughts and desires, and when the individual’s life is completed,
the guardian angel’s mission ends. It returns, makes its report and hands in the
record it has kept. This record is placed upon the other book, spoken of as The
Book of Life. All this gave me to understand that in this other book is
preserved the names and perfect dates of every spirit that ever came to earth.”
(Joseph Heinerman, Temple Manifestations, (1836-1930), St George Temple)
I want to remember the beauty
Surrendered by the withered rose
And all the memories of my life
Near and far,
I want to take them with me
When I am called to cross the bar.
- CATHRYNE ALLEN
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