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Show WILL YOU BE REMEMBERED OR FORGOTTEN? W. M. EVERTON There was a well-to-do farmer wKo lived several thousand years ago. Through no fault of his, he lost all his holdings, his buildings, his flocks and his herds and even the children of his family, he lost them all. To make matters worse he was stricken with sickness, his whole body was covered with boils. His wife chided him so he went outside and sat on a pile of ashes and had he been acquainted wilh "modern English" he would have said he was "plum discouraged." Hearing of his misfortune, three of his friends came to comfort him. They tried to convince him that his misfortunes had come to him because of his ungodliness. After hours and hours of arguing this man, whose name was Job, made this statement: "I know that my redeemer Iivelh, and that he shall stand at the latter day upon the earth; and though after my skin-worms skin-worms destroy this body, yet in my flesh shall I see God." This statement was made by a sick man who was sitting on an ash pile. His listeners were three men who did not believe a word of what, he said; yet his words have been the text for untold thousands of sermons. They have been a comfort to uncounted millions. They have been set to music and sung by the great choirs of the world. Great artists have tried to picture the look on his face as he bore this great testimony. Many thousands, in ancient times and in our times, have shared this knowledge wilh Job. Like him, they bore this testimony testi-mony with firmness whenever there was need to do so. Why do we remember the testimony of Job and think nothing of the thousands thou-sands of others equally fervent testimonies? Why do we refer so often to the testimony of Job and say not a word of the words of our own great grandfathers when they faced the mobs of Nauvoo. The answer is simple, Job's testimony was written in a book; wilh comparatively few exceptions these other testimonies were never recorded. No one knows about them except the listeners, and they have forgotten long ago. The testimony of our grandfathers and grandmothers when they smothered their grief and sang ' Come, Come, Ye Saints," was not less sure than Job's. How we regret that their words were never written and as a consequence we shall never know what they said! This brings us to the moral for which this story is told. If you would like to be remembered by your great great grandchildren, grandchil-dren, if you would like them to know of your testimony of the truth of Christ's teachings, if you would like to tell them the joy that comes from righteous living, if you would like them to know of your anxiety for their well being, then by all means write your story in book. Never mind if your spelling is not so good. Brigham Young s spelling was miserable. Never mind if your language is not gramalical, neither was Wilford Woodruff's. No one has ever found any fault wilh Wilford Woodruff's diary because the spelling was bad, the grammar poor and the writing such that it is hard to read. No one will ever find fault with your story if you will lake time to write a real slory of your life. It is quite possible lhat your writings may be a power for good, long after you are dead, just as the leslimony of Job is still a comforter to the discouraged. |