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Dear Jeff,
Sometimes I am silly.
We had our ward hydrotube party last Tuesday at 6:30. We had so much food you would not believe it. I watched 4 brothers go back and grab a hot dog just to eat it by itself after everyone was served up. Allen Hilton, Merril Palmer, Jim Cox and I forgot. What was so special about those hot dogs?
Answer: they were sausages!
Did I have any? a: Nope! No way!
Why not? a: Who in their right mind would have a hot dog when you can have a burger? Not me!
Later I was visiting with Susie Morris Cirrito and Tammy Salmon. They said it was hot against the west blue windbreak. When I moved they traded to the south bench. At some point Susie described her miserable super spicey unexpected response to her hot dog. She could not understand what was wrong! EQPres. Cameron Tolman was laughing as I told him the story again today after choir practice. He was the instigator. and the cook etc. I suggested we label the containers next time so our poor saints know what they are getting! He agreed. He also admitted they were just all lumped together and mixed up. No one knew what they were getting. The poor trusting saints just went through that line thinking they were getting good old, plain old hot dogs. Their faith was misplaced! Surprise!
So I spent an hour the next day researching Jalapeno cheese hot dogs. A whole hour! They don't exist. Today he told me they weren't hot dogs they were sausages disguised as hot dogs.
I have found them!!
So I know this is absolutely silly but don't you need a little silliness in your life? Can you match the picture with the info? And, AND notice the ingredient I bolded! and underlined!
Highlights
Fully cooked
Bold
Made with 100% premium pork
Highlights
Made with 100% premium pork
U.S. inspected and passed by the Department of Agriculture
Family owned since 1945
Ingredients:
Ingredients: Pork, Water, Pasteurized Process Cheddar Cheese [Cheddar Cheese (Milk, Cheese Culture, Salt, Enzymes), Water, Milkfat, Sodium Phosphate, Salt, Sorbic Acid, Apo-Carotenal], and Less Than 2% of The Following: Salt, Corn Syrup, Potassium and Sodium Lactate, Chili Pepper, Dehydrated Onion, Spices, Dextrose, Tomato Powder, Sodium Diacetate, Sodium Tripolyphosphate, Monosodium Glutamate, Garlic Powder, Brown Sugar, Sodium Erythorbate, Natural and Artificial Flavors (With Modified Food Starch, Succinic Acid), Maltodextrin, Sodium Nitrite, Collagen Casings.
Ingredients:
Ingredients: Pork, Water, Pasteurized Process Cheddar Cheese ([Cheddar Cheese (Pasteurized Milk, Cheese Culture, Salt, Enzymes), Water, Milkfat, Sodium Phosphate, Salt, Sorbic Acid, Apo-Carotenal], Powdered Cellulose), Diced Jalapeno Peppers and Less Than 2% Of The Following: Corn Syrup, Salt, Potassium Lactate, Green Bell Pepper Powder, Natural Flavors, Dehydrated Jalapeno Pepper, Sugar, Spices, Dry Vinegar Flavor ([Sodium Diacetate, Citric Acid, Potassium Citrate, And Glucona-Delta-Lactone], Hydrogenated Soybean And Cottonseed Oils), Tomato Powder, Sodium Diacetate, Monosodium Glutamate, Garlic Powder, Dehydrated Onion, Sodium Erythorbate, Blue Cheese (Pasteurized Milk, Cheese Cultures, Salt, Enzymes), Sodium Nitrite, Spice Extractive, Collagen Casing.
And, AND notice the ingredient I bolded! and underlined! Do you think I am glad I did not choose a spicy hot dog like all those others that even ate them plain afterwards because they were so delicious? A: MAN AM I EVER! No thank you on the migraine thank you very much! BTW there area about 50 items with MSG like effects. I had to research over and over again to discover what those were like catsup and soy sauce etc..
Last of all.
You are cared about and loved!You are cared about and loved!to: Jeffrey Whipple <jeffreywhipple@mac.com>date: Sun, Aug 20, 2017 at 1:43 PM subject: We noticed you attended last week! We celebrated today in HPG over last week! @@Sun
8/20 Hello brandon, you can probably see I am feeling excellent and playful today. Here are 10 thinks I know about JeffW: 1- His hands shake when he is contributing in priesthood. 2- He has been announced in HPG as someone who is really ailing, super lonely, and could use a visit. 3- His wife is our choir leader and professed she has plenty of money but works at the college to get out of the house and maintain her peace of mind. She is DSU faculty president. She served as our Republican local rep for 3 or 4 years as welll. She is an extremely formal person but we draw her out as friends sometimes. :) [She said that in one of our small group confessions in our choir club. (Plenty $, not enough sanity. )We sang today and I am so tired of rehearsing that song at least 100 times and maybe 200 on some parts! Argh. But the faithful brethren still couldn’t quite get it right. Roger Eves asked for his beginning note on verse 4 as a tenor today, just before our last sing through the whole thing. TawnaB gave it to him an octave too low. He did not even notice nor did RobynW! He was happy it was so easy. I had to burst his bubble. Sorry Roger, this is the real note you are supposed to be singing. . . Yep, I really did that.] 4- He had a son and a daughter. They were both a bit spoiled and entitled. 5- Jeff was in two car accidents caused by drunk drivers in CA. His life insurance and accident settlement set him up for life! 6- Too much opium. He is over his limit this year on painkillers and asked on Facebook if anyone knew of a migraine remedy. 7- I asked Robyn what would be the best way to reach out to him. She gave me his email address. I wrote him something fun and entertaining. He never responded. :( 8- I saw him at the PO, 2 months ago. I turned my back on him and pretended I was a loud speaker: “Is there a Jeff Whipple on the premises? Jeff Whipple, can anyone see a Jeffrey Whipple?” Then I turned around and pretended to see him for the first time. 9- I asked him why he did not respond to my email. He said, you didn’t ask any questions. I said, so if I had asked for money you would have responded? I told all this to Robyn in Choir club shortly after it happened. Nope, Jeff had not told her a thing. . . 10- He speaks authoritatively, like he knows all the answers. I wonder if I do that? @@ OK, bps, that gives you some background for that email I began you letter with. :) Just reaching out again, plus I have you to tell as well, so this way I get double the bang for my buck/ efforts.@@Bps, we can never go wrong if we gain a sense of our worth and value to HF. Consider this talk from Oct’78:“Come Home, Felila” [pronounced Fay-Lee’-lah] John H. Groberg\Of the First Quorum of the Seventy\My dear brothers and sisters, I ask for your faith and prayers that the Lord’s Spirit might touch our hearts as together we consider an item vital to our happiness here and hereafter.
One of the greatest needs of mankind generally and of all of us individually is to have more and stronger faith in our Creator. To know that he is literally our Father and that he is kind and just and understands us and knows our needs is one of the greatest treasures we can possess. This treasure is obtained by faith—strong faith.
Now it may seem easy to have faith in God when things are going well. But the law of growth requires constant effort and stretching. Thus, in order to have our faith strengthened, it must be stretched and tried and tested.
One of the areas of testing that comes to many of us is when something occurs over which we apparently have little or no control and which to us seems unfair.
For example, I have always been moved as I have seen those who are required to operate on less than their full faculties. I, along with some of you, have asked the question, Why? On many occasions when an accident has occurred, or a terrible illness, or an untimely death, or when a mentally retarded or physically handicapped child has been born, or some other seemingly difficult-to-explain situation has taken place, people have come to me and to others wanting reassurance.
I, along with you, have taken great consolation in the scriptures as they tell us that not even a sparrow falls to the ground without our Father knowing. (See Matt. 10:29.) We believe the scriptures, but when it happens to our loved one or our friend, the question of why still rings. I do not have all the answers, but hopefully the following experience, which happened several years ago, may be helpful to some who are still battling the question of why.
On a small Pacific island an infant girl was born to a faithful family. They called her Felila. There was happiness and joy as this grateful spirit made her debut into mortal life, but soon there were problems. Her head was abnormally large. The doctors diagnosed it as hydrocephalus. The questions of brain damage, of normalcy, of other problems all raised their haunting heads. After much fasting and prayer the elders quorum president approached the branch president, who in turn talked with the district president, who after adequate checking came to me as the mission president to see if there were some additional help available.
The medical authorities were consulted, and it was determined that there was little if anything they could do locally. Letters were written, information was sent back and forth, x-rays were taken and analyzed. There was so much to do—so many questions to be answered, so many pieces to fit together. Finally after exasperatingly long delays, things began to fall into place. A family in Salt Lake agreed to accept full responsibility for the infant, even if it meant years of outpatient care; the doctors agreed on the possibility of her eventual recovery; the hospital accepted the case on a service basis; funds were raised for her air fare; some local travelers arranged their schedules to bring her right to the hospital. But there were other problems—visas, health certificates, reservations, passports.
All during these trying days the family, and the elders quorum, and even the whole branch continued to fast and pray. The time of departure of the infrequent airplane grew near.
One morning, amidst myriads of other pressing matters, I had the strong impression that I must take the time now and put forth the extra effort required to get everything done so she could go. I got on the overseas telephone. The consulate finally agreed to issue a visa; the airlines made a special reservation; the passport people agreed to waive the normal regulations; others gave that extra effort and cooperation; and soon all was in order.
Normally I would have sent someone to bring the family in to sign the final papers, but again I felt strongly impressed that I should personally go and see the branch president. I located him in the early afternoon near the school where he was teaching. He was standing alone outside as though he were waiting for me.
Excitedly I ran up to him: “Guess what? It’s all set. Miraculously everything has worked out and Felila can leave tomorrow. Please get word to the family immediately.”
His calm, penetrating gaze quelled my exuberance. “It’s true,” I said. “I know it’s been long and there have been lots of disappointments, but she really is going now. What’s the matter?”
His steady gaze seemed to penetrate my very soul. Then softly in his liquid native tongue he informed me that when all the preparations had been made, when the hearts of so many had been stretched in service, when the goal of unity and selflessness had been achieved in those many hearts, when all had made the final commitment of others above self, at the height of all this activity that very morning, little Felila had quietly and unobtrusively slipped away—gone to that better care which so many had fasted and prayed and worked so long and hard for her to receive.
Gone? This morning? But all that work, all that time, all that fasting and praying and those strong feelings. Gone? No!
Without once shifting his gaze, he, having more faith than I, offered a few words of truth and encouragement, then quietly turned and rejoined his class.
And I was left alone, or so it seemed. I moved slowly and heavily down that dusty trail. Why? Why? After all that work and that strong faith of so many and those impressions, why?
I sensed the brightness of the sun and felt the warmth of the breeze as it lazily tossed the palm leaves and slowly shifted the silent clouds against the clear blue sky. A feeling came over me. I realized that the earth was beautiful, that life went on and was eternal. And while I cannot describe fully what happened next, part of the experience is proper to relate. The best explanation is contained in the phrase, “I was overcome by the Spirit.” It was as though one took me by the hand and led me to a high place and stood by me and said, “Look.” And I looked and beheld such beauty and magnificence as man cannot conceive. And I heard a voice, such a tender, compassionate voice—yet so unmistakably powerful—that all nature stood still and listened and obeyed.
“Come home, Felila, my daughter. Come home to the care your loved ones have sought for you. I have heard their prayers and have known their fasting and love for you, and I answer, Come home, my daughter. You have finished your mission in life. Hearts have been softened; souls have been stretched; faith has been increased. Come home now, Felila.”
He knew her! He knew her name. He knew all about her and about all those others. How perfect our Father’s love! He had heard the prayers. He had done what was best. He knew everything—which thing, though I believed, I never had supposed. In some marvelous way, which is beyond our mortal comprehension, he knows and understands all things.
My questions as to why—as to justice and reasons—were all at that moment completely swept away. They were so irrelevant, my questioning so totally out of place, like one trying to dig the Grand Canyon with a teaspoon.
Oh, how we must remember the words of Jacob as he said:
“Behold, great and marvelous are the works of the Lord. How unsearchable are the depths of the mysteries of him; and it is impossible that man should find out all his ways. And no man knoweth of his ways save it be revealed unto him; wherefore, brethren, despise not the revelations of God. …
“Seek not to counsel the Lord, but to take counsel from his hand. For behold, ye yourselves know that he counseleth in wisdom, and in justice, and in great mercy, over all his works.” (Jacob 4:8, 10.)
I testify that there is total and complete justice in eternity. God’s dealings with man have no tinge of partiality or of favoritism or of capriciousness or of anything less than complete consistency and balance and perfectness.
Some say, “But it has been years. We have fasted and prayed so long and so hard. What does the Lord expect?”
There may be many answers. I give only one. That is: He expects more, and it will be for your eternal benefit and blessing. That I know. As we begin to comprehend eternity, we gain a whole new catalog of values.
To you who have the responsibility and the privilege and the opportunity of caring for others, may you through those long hours and days and years ever know, as I know, that the Lord understands.
Do not be discouraged; do not attempt to counsel the Lord. He determines, not you. He knows hearts and souls and needs. He measures intents and knows spirits.
Caring is all-important—the intensity, the duration, the amount, the quality, the extent. For in God’s wisdom, caring creates faith.
Oh, may we all have a little Felila in our lives—and there are so many: the retarded, the infirm, those needing special help, both spiritually and physically, the aged, the infants,—all these to soften our hearts in love, to stretch our souls in tenderness, to confirm our worth in caring for others, and above all to strengthen our faith in him who knows all, even him who in caring totally gave his all, and in giving his all, lives forever, and in living forever, rules eternally, and in ruling eternally, cares omnipotently, whose coming and going is one eternal round I pray in his name, even the sacred name of Jesus Christ, amen.@@ There may be many answers. I give only one. That is: He expects more, and it will be for your eternal benefit and blessing. That I know. As we begin to comprehend eternity, we gain a whole new catalog of values. He measures intents . . . He counts our tries and every try counts! Doesn’t that fill you with hope Brandon?
8/20 Hello brandon, you can probably see I am feeling excellent and playful today. Here are 10 thinks I know about JeffW: 1- His hands shake when he is contributing in priesthood. 2- He has been announced in HPG as someone who is really ailing, super lonely, and could use a visit. 3- His wife is our choir leader and professed she has plenty of money but works at the college to get out of the house and maintain her peace of mind. She is DSU faculty president. She served as our Republican local rep for 3 or 4 years as welll. She is an extremely formal person but we draw her out as friends sometimes. :) [She said that in one of our small group confessions in our choir club. (Plenty $, not enough sanity. )We sang today and I am so tired of rehearsing that song at least 100 times and maybe 200 on some parts! Argh. But the faithful brethren still couldn’t quite get it right. Roger Eves asked for his beginning note on verse 4 as a tenor today, just before our last sing through the whole thing. TawnaB gave it to him an octave too low. He did not even notice nor did RobynW! He was happy it was so easy. I had to burst his bubble. Sorry Roger, this is the real note you are supposed to be singing. . . Yep, I really did that.] 4- He had a son and a daughter. They were both a bit spoiled and entitled. 5- Jeff was in two car accidents caused by drunk drivers in CA. His life insurance and accident settlement set him up for life! 6- Too much opium. He is over his limit this year on painkillers and asked on Facebook if anyone knew of a migraine remedy. 7- I asked Robyn what would be the best way to reach out to him. She gave me his email address. I wrote him something fun and entertaining. He never responded. :( 8- I saw him at the PO, 2 months ago. I turned my back on him and pretended I was a loud speaker: “Is there a Jeff Whipple on the premises? Jeff Whipple, can anyone see a Jeffrey Whipple?” Then I turned around and pretended to see him for the first time. 9- I asked him why he did not respond to my email. He said, you didn’t ask any questions. I said, so if I had asked for money you would have responded? I told all this to Robyn in Choir club shortly after it happened. Nope, Jeff had not told her a thing. . . 10- He speaks authoritatively, like he knows all the answers. I wonder if I do that? @@ OK, bps, that gives you some background for that email I began you letter with. :) Just reaching out again, plus I have you to tell as well, so this way I get double the bang for my buck/ efforts.@@Bps, we can never go wrong if we gain a sense of our worth and value to HF. Consider this talk from Oct’78:“Come Home, Felila” [pronounced Fay-Lee’-lah] John H. Groberg\Of the First Quorum of the Seventy\My dear brothers and sisters, I ask for your faith and prayers that the Lord’s Spirit might touch our hearts as together we consider an item vital to our happiness here and hereafter.
One of the greatest needs of mankind generally and of all of us individually is to have more and stronger faith in our Creator. To know that he is literally our Father and that he is kind and just and understands us and knows our needs is one of the greatest treasures we can possess. This treasure is obtained by faith—strong faith.
Now it may seem easy to have faith in God when things are going well. But the law of growth requires constant effort and stretching. Thus, in order to have our faith strengthened, it must be stretched and tried and tested.
One of the areas of testing that comes to many of us is when something occurs over which we apparently have little or no control and which to us seems unfair.
For example, I have always been moved as I have seen those who are required to operate on less than their full faculties. I, along with some of you, have asked the question, Why? On many occasions when an accident has occurred, or a terrible illness, or an untimely death, or when a mentally retarded or physically handicapped child has been born, or some other seemingly difficult-to-explain situation has taken place, people have come to me and to others wanting reassurance.
I, along with you, have taken great consolation in the scriptures as they tell us that not even a sparrow falls to the ground without our Father knowing. (See Matt. 10:29.) We believe the scriptures, but when it happens to our loved one or our friend, the question of why still rings. I do not have all the answers, but hopefully the following experience, which happened several years ago, may be helpful to some who are still battling the question of why.
On a small Pacific island an infant girl was born to a faithful family. They called her Felila. There was happiness and joy as this grateful spirit made her debut into mortal life, but soon there were problems. Her head was abnormally large. The doctors diagnosed it as hydrocephalus. The questions of brain damage, of normalcy, of other problems all raised their haunting heads. After much fasting and prayer the elders quorum president approached the branch president, who in turn talked with the district president, who after adequate checking came to me as the mission president to see if there were some additional help available.
The medical authorities were consulted, and it was determined that there was little if anything they could do locally. Letters were written, information was sent back and forth, x-rays were taken and analyzed. There was so much to do—so many questions to be answered, so many pieces to fit together. Finally after exasperatingly long delays, things began to fall into place. A family in Salt Lake agreed to accept full responsibility for the infant, even if it meant years of outpatient care; the doctors agreed on the possibility of her eventual recovery; the hospital accepted the case on a service basis; funds were raised for her air fare; some local travelers arranged their schedules to bring her right to the hospital. But there were other problems—visas, health certificates, reservations, passports.
All during these trying days the family, and the elders quorum, and even the whole branch continued to fast and pray. The time of departure of the infrequent airplane grew near.
One morning, amidst myriads of other pressing matters, I had the strong impression that I must take the time now and put forth the extra effort required to get everything done so she could go. I got on the overseas telephone. The consulate finally agreed to issue a visa; the airlines made a special reservation; the passport people agreed to waive the normal regulations; others gave that extra effort and cooperation; and soon all was in order.
Normally I would have sent someone to bring the family in to sign the final papers, but again I felt strongly impressed that I should personally go and see the branch president. I located him in the early afternoon near the school where he was teaching. He was standing alone outside as though he were waiting for me.
Excitedly I ran up to him: “Guess what? It’s all set. Miraculously everything has worked out and Felila can leave tomorrow. Please get word to the family immediately.”
His calm, penetrating gaze quelled my exuberance. “It’s true,” I said. “I know it’s been long and there have been lots of disappointments, but she really is going now. What’s the matter?”
His steady gaze seemed to penetrate my very soul. Then softly in his liquid native tongue he informed me that when all the preparations had been made, when the hearts of so many had been stretched in service, when the goal of unity and selflessness had been achieved in those many hearts, when all had made the final commitment of others above self, at the height of all this activity that very morning, little Felila had quietly and unobtrusively slipped away—gone to that better care which so many had fasted and prayed and worked so long and hard for her to receive.
Gone? This morning? But all that work, all that time, all that fasting and praying and those strong feelings. Gone? No!
Without once shifting his gaze, he, having more faith than I, offered a few words of truth and encouragement, then quietly turned and rejoined his class.
And I was left alone, or so it seemed. I moved slowly and heavily down that dusty trail. Why? Why? After all that work and that strong faith of so many and those impressions, why?
I sensed the brightness of the sun and felt the warmth of the breeze as it lazily tossed the palm leaves and slowly shifted the silent clouds against the clear blue sky. A feeling came over me. I realized that the earth was beautiful, that life went on and was eternal. And while I cannot describe fully what happened next, part of the experience is proper to relate. The best explanation is contained in the phrase, “I was overcome by the Spirit.” It was as though one took me by the hand and led me to a high place and stood by me and said, “Look.” And I looked and beheld such beauty and magnificence as man cannot conceive. And I heard a voice, such a tender, compassionate voice—yet so unmistakably powerful—that all nature stood still and listened and obeyed.
“Come home, Felila, my daughter. Come home to the care your loved ones have sought for you. I have heard their prayers and have known their fasting and love for you, and I answer, Come home, my daughter. You have finished your mission in life. Hearts have been softened; souls have been stretched; faith has been increased. Come home now, Felila.”
He knew her! He knew her name. He knew all about her and about all those others. How perfect our Father’s love! He had heard the prayers. He had done what was best. He knew everything—which thing, though I believed, I never had supposed. In some marvelous way, which is beyond our mortal comprehension, he knows and understands all things.
My questions as to why—as to justice and reasons—were all at that moment completely swept away. They were so irrelevant, my questioning so totally out of place, like one trying to dig the Grand Canyon with a teaspoon.
Oh, how we must remember the words of Jacob as he said:
“Behold, great and marvelous are the works of the Lord. How unsearchable are the depths of the mysteries of him; and it is impossible that man should find out all his ways. And no man knoweth of his ways save it be revealed unto him; wherefore, brethren, despise not the revelations of God. …
“Seek not to counsel the Lord, but to take counsel from his hand. For behold, ye yourselves know that he counseleth in wisdom, and in justice, and in great mercy, over all his works.” (Jacob 4:8, 10.)
I testify that there is total and complete justice in eternity. God’s dealings with man have no tinge of partiality or of favoritism or of capriciousness or of anything less than complete consistency and balance and perfectness.
Some say, “But it has been years. We have fasted and prayed so long and so hard. What does the Lord expect?”
There may be many answers. I give only one. That is: He expects more, and it will be for your eternal benefit and blessing. That I know. As we begin to comprehend eternity, we gain a whole new catalog of values.
To you who have the responsibility and the privilege and the opportunity of caring for others, may you through those long hours and days and years ever know, as I know, that the Lord understands.
Do not be discouraged; do not attempt to counsel the Lord. He determines, not you. He knows hearts and souls and needs. He measures intents and knows spirits.
Caring is all-important—the intensity, the duration, the amount, the quality, the extent. For in God’s wisdom, caring creates faith.
Oh, may we all have a little Felila in our lives—and there are so many: the retarded, the infirm, those needing special help, both spiritually and physically, the aged, the infants,—all these to soften our hearts in love, to stretch our souls in tenderness, to confirm our worth in caring for others, and above all to strengthen our faith in him who knows all, even him who in caring totally gave his all, and in giving his all, lives forever, and in living forever, rules eternally, and in ruling eternally, cares omnipotently, whose coming and going is one eternal round I pray in his name, even the sacred name of Jesus Christ, amen.@@ There may be many answers. I give only one. That is: He expects more, and it will be for your eternal benefit and blessing. That I know. As we begin to comprehend eternity, we gain a whole new catalog of values. He measures intents . . . He counts our tries and every try counts! Doesn’t that fill you with hope Brandon?
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