Familes Can Be Together Forever

Last Thursday evening, I received a text message from my dad informing me that my uncle Paul passed away. He was 63 years old; too young in my opinion by today's standards... I was able to visit him in the hospital the weekend prior to his passing and I am so grateful to have been able to see him one last time. His passing came as somewhat of a surprise to us all. I can't help but reflect and think about him now that he's gone. The news brought me to tears as I tried to accept the fact he really was gone... Thankfully, having family here in the region, not to mention the ones here at school (and my awesome roommates), brought some form of comfort. The viewing and funeral services were carried out this past Monday and Tuesday respectively. Both were just beautiful. There was a slide show compilation depicting the life of my uncle. Again, it brought tears to our eyes.

We as a family were gathered together; I saw cousins who I haven't seen in a couple of years. My aunts and uncles, second cousins, my dad, as well as my grandparents were also in attendance. We cried together. We celebrated his life together. We were there for each other. It was a much needed thing to have so many family members present, as we rendered to each other mutual support during these tough times. It was heart-warming to have all that.

The day of the funeral, the weather was absolutely gorgeous; we couldn't have asked for better weather. The things said about my uncle were just beautiful and spot-on. It was hard to accept the facts of reality. It was hard to say good-bye. It was hard to observe others as they wept. Sadness has been in the air but it would eventually be overcome with hope and a better resolve. It was a time to appreciate the blessings each and every one of us had. The memories we have gained are now a treasure...

Being in this gathering also caused many of us to realize how much we really should appreciate the things we take for granted. Life and death is a natural part of our existence. But still, I found it hard to believe that my uncle was gone. Now, we as a family are all touched by the memories we shared with him. There is a hymn I love and I thought about it as I reflected on how my uncle touched our lives:

Each life that touches ours for good

Reflects thine own great mercy, Lord; 

Thou sendest blessings from above

Thru words and deeds of those who love.

What greater gift thou dost thou bestow,

What greater goodness can we know 

Than Christlike friends, whose gentle ways

Strengthen our faith, enrich our days.

When such a friend from us departs,

We hold forever in our hearts

A sweet and hallowed memory,

Bringing us nearer, Lord, to thee.

For worthy friends whose lives proclaim

Devotion to the Savior's name, 

Who bless our days with peace and love,

We praise thy goodness, Lord, above.

(Hymn #293 'Each Life That Touches Ours for Good')

I am sad that he is gone now but I know I will see him again someday. Our savior Jesus Christ through His Atonement made it possible for us to return to Him and to reunite with our families. There's another hymn I just love to sing and play on the piano and the promise made in the first verse is comfort enough. I think the lyrics to this hymn is self-explanatory:

I have a family here on earth.

They are so good to me.

I want to share my life with them through all eternity.

Families can be together forever

Through Heavenly Father's plan.

I always want to be with my own family,

And the Lord has shown me how I can.

The Lord has shown me how I can.

(Hymn #300 'Families Can Be Together Forever')

For those of you who are close to your family and relatives, be sure to spend quality time with them. Tell them you love them, no matter how cheesy it may sound. Be grateful for their influence they had on your life. And never, ever forget about the things that they have done for you. Because, one day all of this will become nothing but a cherished memory when they are gone. Don't give yourself any regrets regarding your family.

I want all of you who read this to know that I know God loves each and every one of us and He knows what we are going through. He has set in motion for us a plan of salvation, in which we can return to Him and be with our families again when our mortal journey is complete. He has sent His beloved son Jesus Christ to blaze the trail for us. Without a doubt, I have a testimony that families can be together forever. This knowledge has lessened the sting of death just enough for us to press forward, with faith and hope shining brightly in hearts and minds. The gospel is still true! My testimony of these words and thoughts to you, in the name of Jesus Christ, amen.

Mini-Conference Talk: Your Mission is the Mission for You

The following is a mid-term assignment titled 'Your Mission is the Mission for You'. I wrote this up for my Book of Mormon class at Brigham Young University-Idaho. It is classified as a "Mini-Conference Talk" and it seemed fitting to share it with you on this blog. Graded, it did decently well, though there's room for improvement.

One of my favorite “missionary” figures from The Book of Mormon has to be Ammon, one of the sons of Mosiah. In the seventeenth chapter of Alma, the things Ammon says in these versus serve as a prime example of what a missionary should be like: “And the king inquired of Ammon if it were his desire to dwell in the land among the Lamanites, or among his people. And Ammon said unto him: Yea, I desire to dwell among this people for a time; yea, and perhaps until the day I die. And it came to pass that king Lamoni was much pleased with Ammon, and caused that his bands should be loosed; and he would that Ammon should take one of his daughters to wife. But Ammon said unto him: Nay, but I will be thy servant. Therefore Ammon became a servant to king Lamoni. And it came to pass that he was set among other servants to watch the flocks of Lamoni, according to the custom of the Lamanites.” (Alma 17:22-25)

Of course, missionary work was a lot different back in Ammon’s time than it is now. In today’s Latter-day Saints community, young men set aside two years of their lives (and young women set aside 18 months) to go out and serve wherever they are called as representatives of the church and of the Lord, Jesus Christ. In his opening remarks of the October 2010 General Conference, President Thomas S. Monson said, “I repeat what prophets have long taught – that every worthy, able young man should prepare to serve a mission. Missionary service is a priesthood duty – an obligation the Lord expects of us who have been given so very much. Young men, I admonish you to prepare for service as a missionary.” Though this admonition is directed to the young men, the principle for preparation of a mission equally applies to young women who desire to serve as well.

It’s been nearly a year now since I came home from my mission in Japan. I can’t emphasize enough on how much my mission meant to me. To every young man currently serving or who has served, please know that the mission you were called to serve in was meant specifically for you. Being half-Japanese myself, it was almost no surprise that I got called to serve in Japan; my family and I were all excited and grateful that I had received such an opportunity.

Despite the excitement and opportunities, there were times I felt troubled regarding some of my experiences in additions to all the good ones I had. Japan has become quite a diverse place, with people from many different countries residing there. Within my mission, there is an abundant population of Brazilian citizens living in the more industrial cities. With that being the case there are also many missionaries serving from Brazil as well. Much to my surprise, I ended up serving in some of these areas with a Brazilian Elder as my companion. With so much focus concentrated on Brazilian investigators, I had to do my best in learning another language. Without a doubt, I felt like I was being held back (and somewhat cheated) from utilizing the Japanese language, which I was originally called to speak. The way my mission turned out was unexpected; but then again, that ought to be the case for every missionary who serves. I ended up spending almost half of my mission proselyting in areas with fairly strong Brazilian and other non-Japanese communities. Elder Neil L. Andersen stated, “Missionary service requires sacrifice. There will always be something you leave behind when you respond to the prophet’s call to serve.” I really never expected to set aside the Japanese language at one point while in Japan!

At one point, I expressed my frustrations to my dad via E-mail (and my mission president indirectly in the end.). In response, my dad wrote back assuring me that this all happened through no fault of my own. Him being the wiser, he taught me that in missions and life in general, we are all given assignments and they’re all important and not everybody can do them. We don’t always understand the reasoning behind the assignments we’re given but only I was able to fulfill my given assignments. Sometimes these tasks aren’t “prestigious” or “high-profile” but they are all important and not everyone can fulfill them. My dad taught me to take pride (in a humble way of course!) with the fact that I could fulfill my assignments both in the mission field and in life.

To young men who have yet to serve, I highly encourage you to prepare for a mission. In this modern era, the church has become very accommodating thanks to the sacrifices of many contributing members concerning equalized financial matters. Whether you have yet to serve, currently serving or have served, you should be grateful because this wasn’t the case several decades ago. Elder Jeffrey R. Holland in a conference address referred to his own experience: “When I was called to serve a mission back before the dawn of time, there was no equalization of missionary costs. Each had to bear the full expense of the mission to which he or she was sent. Some missions were very expensive, and as it turned out, mind was one of those.”

Unlike Ammon, missionaries of today will only leave their hearts and spiritual influences behind with the people they served, even until the day they die. Please consider how blessed you are to live in this time and age, for not being required to bear the full expenses. And please consider how grateful you should be for the sacrifices people in your lives have made so you could have the chance to serve. To this day, I am grateful for the opportunity I have had to serve my mission in Japan and for the people who reside there. I am grateful for this restored gospel. I know the Savior lives and He gave his life for us. I am grateful for the Atonement of Jesus Christ. I know The Book of Mormon is true, as a testament of Jesus Christ. The gospel is true. I leave my thoughts with you, in the name of Jesus Christ, amen.

Priesthood

This is short but every word of this is worth putting on here.

This past Sunday, I drove up to Ashton to be with  relatives. I drove up with my aunt and grandparents. It was really a special day; not only was it a three-day weekend but my twin cousins also received the Aaronic Priesthood. We arrived in Ashton just in time for the ordination. With my uncle, grandfather, and a few of the ward leaders, we ordained the twins (as I like to refer to them.). To be a part of the process was a tremendous privilege. I couldn't help but marvel at the importance and responsibility of having the Priesthood.

This day was a cause for reflection. Conferring the Aaronic Priesthood to my twin cousins brought back memories when I received the Aaronic Priesthood. In reflection, I still find it hard to believe how far I've come and how many more steps I've still yet to take on...

I certainly have a testimony of the importance of the Priesthood. I'm certainly grateful for it; in addition to being a holder of it, it has also guided me in some of the more trying moments in my life. I certainly encourage church members in need to turn to it and someone who holds it. It will go a long way. And I certainly encourage every young men to use it to prepare for their lives ahead; whether it be a mission, to go to the Temple, or eternal families, the Priesthood is an important part of our lives.

"As Zion's Youth In Latter Days"

It was the second day of classes (Tuesday) for my first semester at Brigham Young University Idaho. Lingering in the back of my mind were thoughts cultivated from fear wondering, "Can I do this?" or "What have I gotten myself into?!" I don't mind admitting I was feeling a little scared and intimidated, not to mention the on-and-off feelings of homesickness... Of course, my mind was buzzing and preoccupied  in struggling to keep my schedule neat and prioritized. Between study time, class, and personal things my schedule seemed like it was on the verge of falling apart... Then it was time for the weekly devotional, which happens to fall on Tuesday on a weekly basis...

At first I was skeptical about going because I had a class I needed to go to AND find since it was the first day for my second batch of classes. In the end, I went. Obviously, the setting was a rather large auditorium with superb acoustics. I sat where I could make a swift exit and a straight shot for class right afterwards. I tried to listen to what was being said but I could barely remember. But what I do remember was the special musical number as well as the closing hymn. Music has always spoken to me in ways I could never fully explain. At closing, we as a congregation sang from the hymn book #256, 'As Zion's Youth in Latter Days'; I have long forgotten how much I love this hymn since it wasn't in the Japanese hymn books I've been used to using for two years on my mission...

As I sang, the words just hit me bringing tears to my eyes:

As Zions' youth in latter days,

We stand with valiant heart,

With promise shining in our eyes, 

Resolved to do our part.

Upon a noble past we build; 

The future fills our view.

We face the challenge of our day

And pledge we will be true.

The truths and values we embrace

Are mocked on ev'ry hand.

Yet as we listen and obey

We know we can withstand

The evils that would weaken us,

The sin that would destroy.

With faith, we hold the iron rod

And find in this our joy.

Thru test and trial we'll have our fears,

But we will not despair.

We're here to serve a righteous cause;

Truth gives us strength to dare.

We'll love, and learn, and overcome;

We'll sing a joyful song,

As Zion's youth in latter days,

Triumphant, pure, and strong.

I realized I can get through this. Though not all of it, some of my confidence was restored on my current circumstances. Fact is, what I pursue will be for the right reasons and the journey will not be easy in some places. But I know that Heavenly Father allows these hardships for a reason and we need to learn from them. I also know Heavenly Father is mindful of me and my hardships and the same goes to you. His love is infinite. His patience is infinite. He sent us to this era in time so we can fulfill certain roles reserved only for us. 

Our Hearts May Be Full Of Holes, But Our Resolve Will Stand Out Strong

"For those who eschew evil and live good lives, who strive for a brighter day and keep the commandments of God, things can get better and better even in the face of tragedy." -Keith B. McMullin

Credit and copyright of this work goes to my good friend Kyoo Park.
Used with his permission.

"Holes..."
"Wounds in the hearts of people who lost their loved ones..."
"No one can fix those..."
"The feeling of something's missing..."
"Emptiness..."
"It's too late to fill up the holes."

-Kyoo Park

I am no stranger to tragedy and neither is my friend Kyoo Park, who eloquently expressed his feelings in the drawing (above) he skillfully created after news spread today regarding the violence that took place in Newtown, Connecticut. What adds fuel to the fires of tragedy is the occurrence of it during the holiday season, which should be a happy time. Even worse, the victims were mostly elementary school children. But for the families of the victims, the holidays this year has become difficult one. And for these families, the holidays in the years to come will be packaged with difficult reminders in carrying on without loved ones whose lives were extinguished on this day...

From The Bible, a passage brings some comfort in the form of a loving Heavenly Father:

"And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away." (Revelation 21:4)

My friends and those who may read this, our hearts may be full of holes, but our resolve will stand out strong. I know God loves each and every one of us and He wants what's best for us. It is my prayer that as human beings, we strive and continually be our best selves. I pray that the Spirit of our Father in Heaven will be with these families in their time of need and bringing comfort and peace to all who have been affected by this tragedy.

I dedicate this blog entry to the young victims and their families.

Gratitude 100

I learned this towards the end of my mission and I figured since it's November with the next holiday to look forward to is Thanksgiving, I thought I'd share this with you:

Think of at least 10 of each of the following things to be grateful for:

I.) Physical Abilities
II.) Material Possessions
III.) Living People
IV.) Deceased People
V.) Things About Nature
VI.) Places On Earth
VII.) Modern Inventions
VIII.) Food Items
IX.) Gospel Principles/Topics
X.) Things About Being A Missionary

Here are mine:

I.) Physical Abilities

1.) Being able to play the Piano at all.
2.) Having been able to play the Trumpet/Baritone, thanks to high school music programs.
3.) Playing/learning the Ocarina. (Yes, I'm a Zelda geek!)
4.) I can read and write, thanks to the education I received.
5.) Having recently done so, the right to vote.
6.) Driving a car.
7.) Not the greatest but having the guts to sing at Karaoke!
8.) Teaching, as long as it's the appropriate environment.
9.) Riding a bicycle.
10.) Not good, but being able to skate.

II.) Material Possessions

1.) Cell phone for communication.
2.) Laptop for communication and other personal usage.
3.) Camera for photography hobby.
4.) The scriptures; every word of it is true!
5.) Journals; record of personal importance, at least since my mission.
6.) Daily planner to write stuff down in.
7.) I'm no fashion expert but I sure do like my Japanese-tailored suit!
8.) iPod for musical entertainment.
9.) My instruments; Piano, Trumpet, Ocarina.
10.) Electronic dictionary for Japanese-English conversion.

III.) Living People

1.) My parents, for raising me right and to the best of their abilities.
2.) My sisters for being a motivation to be a good example.
3.) All my other relatives for various reasons.
4.) The full time missionaries; doing the most important work of the Lord since 1830.
5.) Seminary teachers who taught me gospel principles during school days.
6.) Sunday School teachers for putting up with various age groups to teach the gospel on Sundays.
7.) Priesthood leaders for fulfilling their duties and being an example.
8.) Thomas S. Monson, our current Prophet of the church.
9.) Whether they may have been crappy or not, my school teachers for at least trying to do their job at teaching.
10.) The men and women working in the modern aviation industry.

IV.) Deceased People

1.) Rokuro Tsunakawa, grandfather from my mother's side of the family.
2.) Joseph Smith, for restoring our church.
3.) Sarah Ellen Ashton
4.) Past prophets for their teachings.
5.) Whether I knew them or not, my deceased relatives for leaving us with a legacy.
6.) Aviation pioneers who achieved what was then impossible.
7.) Those who died in war fighting for freedom in the United States.
8.) Members of law enforcement who unfortunately met an end while in the line of duty.
9.) Various historical figures who made an impact for the betterment of mankind.
10.) Other inspirational figures who lived by high morals and standards.

V.) Things About Nature

1.) Snow is awesome; so much better than rain.
2.) Fall leaves, so long as they are not wet!
3.) Japanese Sakura season.
4.) Bamboo; it just looks so cool.
5.) A rising/setting sun.
6.) Wind feels great when it's not too strong!
7.) Beaches are fun to play at for at least couple hours.
8.) Japanese rice fields are just so pretty.
9.) Water; fun to swim in when there's no danger involved.
10.) Fire; fun in a destructive way and fun to have for cooking or campouts as long as safe practice is observed.

VI.) Places On Earth

1.) Washington D.C.
2.) Ashton, Idaho
3.) Tokyo, Japan
4.) Reno, Nevada
5.) Nagoya, Japan (and pretty much the rest of Central Japan)
6.) Ichikai, Japan
7.) Chicago, Illinois
8.) Kyoto, Japan
9.) Seattle, Washington
10.) Los Angeles, California

VII.) Modern Inventions

1.) Anime and Manga concept is just so genius!
2.) Digital Cameras; they make photography so much easier!
3.) Skype; great for video calls.
4.) Power Washers; they make short work of moss, mold and other crap that's hard to get off concrete!
5.) mp3 music players.
6.) Portable DVD players.
7.) Netflix
8.) Facebook for social networking.
9.) Blogger (despite Google owning it) for being able to do this.
10.) Wikipedia; great place to look things up for the most part.

VIII.) Food Items

1.) Gyoza
2.) White Rice
3.) Red Tuna (Maguro)
4.) Udon noodles
5.) Indo-Curry (Butter-Chicken is the best!)
6.) Yaki-Soba noodles
7.) Pizza, when I'm not sick of them!
8.) A good burger sounds great at times.
9.) Whoever invented french fries is a genius!
10.) Tempura shrimp!

IX.) Gospel Principles/Topics

1.) The Atonement.
2.) Eternal Families.
3.) The Temple.
4.) The Priesthood.
5.) Church Hymns.
6.) Having agency.
7.) Guidance of the Holy Ghost.
8.) The principle of repentance.
9.) Missionary work.
10.) Church History.

X.) Things About Being A Missionary (Or having served a mission)

1.) Being able to speak Japanese from it.
2.) The people I met and the relationships cultivated from it.
3.) Better understanding of the gospel.
4.) Better perspective on differing cultures.
5.) The experience to serve even as a member missionary.
6.) The idea of a professional image.
7.) The ability to share the gospel.
8.) The opportunities to be able to assist the full time missionaries (including one from Japan!)
9.) The opportunities to make independent decisions and participate in team efforts.
10.) The many memories worth two years.

Conversion

I've been thinking about it but I finally decided to go ahead and share with anyone who might read what I guess you can call the story of my conversion when I fully embraced the gospel.

I still hold some feelings of resentment regarding some of this, but these things I experienced played a vital role on my road to full conversion. I've been a member of the church all my life despite being born into a part-member family. In high school, my biggest forte (no pun intended!) was the music program; in particular, band class. Half way through freshman year, I became the section leader of the trumpets section. When the school year was nearing completion, I auditioned for the for the higher level band as well the marching band. I was successful and got admitted as a member of the two groups as well as becoming a representative in various leadership positions for the next three years to come.

Things were looking up, until my parents dropped a bombshell; we were moving across the country from the Washington D.C. area to Oregon. All the things I achieved, the efforts I made, short-lived and a waste. Much to my absolute disappointment, it was too late for me to join the marching band program at my new high school. If that wasn't disappointing enough, the credentials I gained from my freshman year did not apply at my new high school either. It seemed like in an instant, I went from "rising leader" to "last-chair underdog". The thought of it brought dark feelings of resentment.

There was only one thing I could do and that was try and work my way back up. But that was "easier said than done." The motivation and confidence I established as a freshman in high school was gone. At the time, it was a new low-point for me. I felt that my new high school band program was out of my league and without a doubt I felt out of place. I tried to have fun especially when basketball season started by participating in the Pep Band but I still felt empty inside. In a nutshell, I resented (not blamed) my band teacher who "demoted" me in the first place. I resented fellow students in the band program, especially when they held a leadership position. I resented not being a section leader like I was as a freshman.

I was also in school with two of my cousins at the time and our family is particularly close. But honestly, I resented some of their actions as well. I felt they really didn't do much to help me feel welcome at my new school. To me, they were the "Mr. Popular" among their friends and I felt stuck in their shadows.

If there was ANYTHING keeping me afloat during these times, it must have been the church. I've always believed The Church Of Jesus Christ Of Latter-day Saints was true. But even so, I questioned why God would allow all this to happen to me. During these three years of high school, I had a very influential Seminary instructor and later on, a very influential (and excellent in my opinion) Sunday School Teacher who helped me to keep pushing along. The church was the only thing I really held onto but it still felt like it wasn't enough.

Somehow, I managed to make it through sophomore year, the first year at my new high school. I got good grades (which wasn't a huge issue). But I still wasn't satisfied, especially with where I was in the band program. I seriously considered quitting the program to save myself the embarrassment I started feeling but I gave the program another chance by starting with marching band, which I was finally allowed to join. Even so, I still resented being the "underdog" of the group. Junior year wasn't better because I got braces on my teeth half way through the school year. And anyone who plays a wind instrument knows that really hurts playing technique as was the case for me. My ability to play the trumpet went down the drain and it became painful physically as was already mentally to play.

At the end of the year, I just couldn't take it anymore. Once again, the thought of quitting the program crossed my mind. But I first decided to talk with my band director and discuss a possible alternative. He immediately suggested I switch instruments from the Trumpet to the Baritone (a brass instrument with the same fingering technique as the trumpet but on the bass scale). The thought of switching intrigued me; the new instrument turned out to be very accommodating and I almost felt no pain even with braces since the mouthpiece on the Baritone was a lot larger than on the Trumpet. Again, I participated in the marching band for my senior year and for the first time, I actually found enjoyment in this band program. Maybe it was the newly found love of my new instrument, but I certainly didn't feel like an underdog anymore.

But feelings of resentment still smoldered. I reflected often asking whether or not this was worth it. My younger sister auditioned for and got accepted into the highest concert ensemble that school year. But ever since I moved to Oregon, I've always been in the "middle band". And I still wasn't a leader at anything so for a while, I felt slightly out of place and a little dissatisfied.

It was during this school year when two particular life-changers took place. The first was a day after Thanksgiving. I went flying with my uncle on his Cessna 172. Four minutes into our flight, the single-engine started losing power forcing us to turn around and declare an emergency. We landed safely and nothing too dramatic happened. But being in that situation was quite an adrenaline rush for me. Then exactly three months after that experience, something a little more dramatic happened; an auto accident. I was slowing down for a red light when the next thing I knew was getting read-ended, air bags set off and being injured. But thankfully, these injuries were non-life threatening. What surprised me even more was I got rear-ended by someone I knew, someone (to this day) I consider a friend. I went to the hospital to check on my injuries and then went home after that. This was a first-hand experience on forgiveness and I easily found it in my heart to forgive. I suppose these two experiences helped me realize that there is more to life than meets the eye and life can be fragile.

(Thinking about it now, man-kind would be a miserable thing if life only went up until high school! Good things that's not the case!)

Finding a better appreciation for my life and the things I have, I made the most of it from then on, especially during the remaining months of my senior year and going back to the band program. I excelled at the position I was at and I moved on for the most part in regards to the past. I graduated from high school with full honors in the music program receiving the Director's Award which few students receive on a yearly basis. I was also recognized within the band program, especially for the changes I had to make in a three year time frame. And as for my band director, I came to appreciate him for not giving up on me and caring for my best interests. In the end, I've come to respect him and any resentment I had towards him was all gone.

Again, I always knew the church was true even when during times when I questioned a few things. I served a mission in Japan and I experienced similar feelings like the ones I did in high school. In addition to the great experiences I had, I resented some things. In particular, the way my mission turned out was unexpected. For the longest time, I totally expected to become a senior companion half-way through and possibly hold a leadership position sometime after that. But I ended up waiting well over a year after I started my mission before becoming a senior companion. Prior to my mission, the last time I had any leadership responsibilities was when I conducted my Eagle Project in the Boy Scouts of America. I could have trained a new missionary, I could have lead a group of missionaries but I didn't get any of those opportunities and I resented that. Again, I felt out place and it all made me question why God would let this be the case.

All of these experiences would be meaningless if I haven't learned anything from it. Regarding my mission, I learned people who are serving in leadership positions are asked to serve in such capacity mainly because they have something they need to learn from it. I assume there would've been nothing for me to learn had I served in such a leadership position.

My dad said this to me in an E-mail towards the end of mission: "You have nothing to be ashamed or embarrassed about. You should be proud of your accomplishments and proud of yourself as an individual." Those words of encouragement keeps me going, no matter how tough things become. And for the most part, it's all in the past and I am at peace with it.

As my mission president would always say when opening a meeting, "The gospel is true."