Loving others who believe differently. 

Elder Dallin H Oaks

President Dallin H. Oaks explained:

“We should all follow the gospel teachings to love our neighbor and avoid contention. Followers of Christ should be examples of civility. We should love all people, be good listeners, and show concern for their sincere beliefs.

 

Though we may disagree, we should not be disagreeable. Our stands and communications on controversial topics should not be contentious. We should be wise in explaining and pursuing our positions and in exercising our influence.

 

In doing so, we ask that others not be offended by our sincere religious beliefs and the free exercise of our religion. We encourage all of us to practice the Savior’s Golden Rule:

 

‘Whatsoever ye would that men should do to you, do ye even so to them’ (Matthew 7:12).

 

“When our positions do not prevail, we should accept unfavorable results graciously and practice civility with our adversaries” (“Loving Others and Living with Differences,” Ensign or Liahona, Nov. 2014, 27).

Graciousness Leads To Unity

Gracious people are kind when they lose a game or an election. I think there are many gracious people in this world, and in our country.

I also know there are many people of faith who are appealing to our God to help their candidate win the election. Frankly, so am I.

Despite whom wins and who looses in a few days, I want to send out a plea for peace and unity. We are brothers and sisters, children of God. We are expected to live as He would want us to live.

And we will have a responsibility in coming days to help mend the divide this election has caused. Because no matter who wins or loses, there will be deeply disappointed parties. And as gracious and loving Christians, we must help unite our country again.

Unity in Heaven

In sacrament meeting today a gentleman bore his testimony. He told a story about a woman he knows who was very ill and in the hospital. She died and went to the other side, where she saw a church building.

Yes, there are churches in Heaven.

She went inside and they were having a Sacrament Meeting. She wanted to join them but heard a voice say “It’s not your time yet, you need to come back.” She returned to her body just as the Elders finished giving her a blessing of healing.

I learned a lot in that brother’s story. I learned that many of the things that exist here, (church buildings, sacrament meetings, etc.) exist on the other side. That comforts me because of the familiarity of those things.

I also learned that we are going to be gathering together on the other side, and there will be unity. Unity of purpose has always been a theme with God. He wants us to be united with Him. So, He will want us to be united with each other in harmony and love.

Brothers and sisters, we may feel and think differently. But we are all part of God’s great family. We have a lot to rejoice about. Our wonderful country is full of opportunity.

We are blessed to have the fullness of Jesus Christ’s gospel on the earth again. And as we look individually at our lives we are each very blessed by a loving Heavenly Father who loves us.

Balance

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In Mormon 3:15 it reads in part

15 ^aVengeance is mine, and I will ^brepay;

It is God’s job to take care of balancing out justice and mercy. It is our job to let Him by forgiving and stepping back to let Him do His work.

So please my friends, do not let your hearts be troubled. Seek the support and love the Lord provides. Seek for unity, to love our neighbors, and to build God’s kingdom, and all will be well.

Abby Christianson

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“Unity among the human family is not natural. It’s a miracle and such great miracles require exceedingly great faith and works. It will only happen by God’s unique ways, which are higher than ours.” ~Ahmad S. Corbitt

This quote flashed to my view while scrolling my Facebook feed on Friday. Also on Friday, my husband and I celebrated our 23rd wedding anniversary. While I know that Brother Corbitt referred to a broader context than unity in my marriage, his statement perfectly described our marital journey.

Meeting My Future

I met Anthony on a fluke. I graduated from Brigham Young University and had been working for a year. My cousin Evan told me about a work abroad program he planned to do and I signed up for it, too. I quit my job in Utah and headed to Texas to spend six weeks at home with my family before moving to Germany for a year to work as an au pair.

My uncle co-owned Putt Putt Golf and Games in Midland, Texas. Anthony had been in that business for eight years and had been recruited from Lubbock, Texas to work as an assistant manager at the new store in Midland. He basically knew my entire family and extended family living in Midland. He’d become good friends with my brother Daylen and had eaten dinner at my parents’ home several times.

I decided to work for a couple of weeks as a birthday party captain at Putt Putt before leaving for Germany. Why not?

One night after I’d finished a party in the hot West Texas summer heat and had my arms elbow-deep in hot dishwater, Daylen came up to chat with me. Suddenly, he called through a pass-through window by the sink to the golf counter, “Hey, Anthony, I want you to meet my sister.” Anthony’s upper torso popped through the window and he said hi and reached to shake my hand, which was dripping wet. When I protested, he said he didn’t mind wet hands, and so I shook his hand. His demeanor and personality impressed me.

But that wasn’t all. When I shook Anthony’s hand, I received direct revelation from the Lord that Anthony was my future. To be honest, I grumbled a little because I knew he was in a long-term relationship and he wasn’t a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. Again, the impression came.

I laughed because I’d told the Lord He would have to zap me with a bolt of lightning for me to commit to marriage. I’d had opportunities to marry good, honorable men before, but I couldn’t do it. But suddenly, at 25 years old, about to head to a far distant land, and with difficult obstacles to overcome, I was zapped.

Throughout the night, we interacted as our paths crossed and I decided to trust the Lord. I did something I had never completely done. I opened my heart.

We were like two comets that unexpectedly collided on our trajectories. The crash shattered our shells and crammed particles of each of us in the other’s soul.

I’m not sure if we could have been more different, from such different worlds, with such different approaches and ideas, but in that collision, all of the identities receded and we recognized each other’s soul.

But would that be enough to keep us in synchronous orbit?

Dad’s Advice

Before we married, my dad asked me if I’d had confirmation of the Holy Ghost to marry Anthony. Dad said he felt like I would need to have had a confirmation and have recognized it because I would need to remember that revelation throughout our marriage.

Dad also counseled me to communicate. He was glad we loved each other, but could we communicate? He said communication would save our marriage during hard times.

We both brought baggage to the relationship, but I brought a lot of gaping trauma, some that I wasn’t aware of until that ring was placed on my finger. I’d been sexually harassed and assaulted and I resented and distrusted men generally. My relationships had been erratic. I’d experienced “light switch moments” where I went from on to off. I just suddenly, instantly was done—the feeling was gone, chemistry evaporated, relationship over.

And I had just committed to someone for eternity when my longest relationship had been a matter of months.

Building Unity in Marriage

What a ride it’s been as we’ve undertaken to created unity in marriage! We traversed my issues. We hung on when something unequivocally important to me became unimportant to him. We clung to each other while tossed by despair, grief, and external heartache.

And when we hit the walls, we communicated. We reassured each other we weren’t trying to be jerks. We try to avoid pushing buttons and doing pet peeves. During one decade, we had to touch each other in some way (like toe to foot sometimes) because we found that physical touch diffused anger and misunderstanding faster. In one phase of us, we’d go across the street and sit on a huge stone, “our thinking rock,” and talk things out in that neutral location.

Even when shaking mad, we don’t call each other names. We learned to avoid saying words like “I always” and “you never” while expressing our grievances. We try to talk out our issues right away. We used to let them fester a little and it’s miserable for both of us. So we just bite the bullet and work through it as soon as possible. We apologize and ask for forgiveness. And we forgive and forget.

We realized how we think differently and acknowledge those differences as we communicate. We’ve learned to identify the real issue, and if we don’t know what the real issue is at the outset, we’ve learned to be patient while it is uncovered and articulated.

We are so different! To keep feeling connected and create memories with both of us in them, we identified things we both like to do, and can do, together and then we do them. We also honor time spent apart doing other things we like to do. But the majority of our off-work time is spent together. We love spending time together even if we’re not doing anything memorable.

We read verses of scripture and pray together before bed. Even when traveling, we do this consistently via phone or face-to-face call. I’ve spent personal prayer trying to figure out how to overcome my weaknesses and issues. After prayer, we tell each other at least one thing we appreciate about the other that day—something we noticed, something we loved. Happily, even after 20 years, he can still find at least one thing to say every day.

My dad’s prophecy about remembering the revelation to marry Anthony has been fulfilled a thousand times. And when I have shut down, Anthony’s commitment to communication is the thing that opens my heart again.

The only constant in our marriage is that we love each other. And even that has changed. We are totally different people today than 24 years ago when we met. We’ve found ways to keep falling in love with each other and to give unconditional love.

You Must Battle for Unity in Marriage Every Day

“The men and women, who desire to obtain seats in the celestial kingdom, will find that they must battle every day.” ~Brigham Young

Eternal life is the seat I desire to obtain with my husband. We have experienced the war the adversary wages to divide us against each other. We’ve felt heartbroken and misunderstood and frustrated.

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I’m grateful for a husband who is willing to battle for us. One night during an especially difficult “battle,” Anthony looked at me and said, “Delisa, this is worth it. Our marriage is worth it. Let’s figure this out.”

I certainly couldn’t figure it out without him and knowing that he wants to work it out as much as I do makes all the difference.

So when I read Ahmad S. Corbitt’s words—

Unity among the human family is not natural. It’s a miracle and such great miracles require exceedingly great faith and works. It will only happen by God’s unique ways, which are higher than ours—

I knew our unity was a miracle that required great faith and works. Because of both faith and works, the beauty of this marriage far surpasses the darkness of the battle scars. Every day we add to our unity which, through the grace of Jesus Christ’s atonement, becomes our personal Zion and heaven on Earth.

Delisa Hargrove

I am a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. I have moved 64 times and have not tired of experiencing this beautiful earth! I love the people, languages, histories/anthropologies, & especially religious cultures of the world. My life long passion is the study & searching out of religious symbolism, specifically related to ancient & modern temples. My husband Anthony and I love our bulldog Stig, adventures, traveling, movies, motorcycling, and time with friends and family.

The point of having pantry treasures is creation.

As the creator, I decide on an outcome. If needed, I consult a recipe. Sometimes I need to grab ingredients from the store.

I thought about the impact of one individual ingredient today as I stood on Aisle 15 scanning the shelves for my specific treasure. The end result is good without that ingredient, but fantastic with it. It’s a small thing with a unique flavor that can influence all the other flavors it combines with.

[O]ut of small things proceedeth that which is great.

Standing in the baking aisle looking for mint chocolate chips, the Holy Ghost taught me about spiritual gifts.

Seek ye earnestly the best gifts, always remembering for what they are given;

For verily I say unto you, they are given for the benefit of those who love me and keep all my commandments, and him that seeketh so to do;

For all have not every gift given unto them; for there are many gifts, and to every man is given a gift by the Spirit of God.

To some is given one, and to some is given another, that all may be profited thereby.

As I plan my creation and follow my recipe, I gather the ingredients/treasures/spiritual gifts that I need. Then I combine those ingredients, usually by vigorous beating and intense heat, until each of the ingredient’s flavor and texture gives way to a united whole, blending together, and becoming something altogether new and delicious to me.

After my creation is complete, I exclaim, “It is good!”

 And I, God, saw everything that I had made, and, behold, all things which I had made were very good.

One small ingredient combined with other ingredients produces amazing results.

In my mind, I saw many different people with spiritual gifts. I saw recipes to create families and unified wards and happiness. I saw recipes that looked like presidencies and spouses and friends. I saw the Lord’s work and glory to bring to pass the immortality and eternal life of His children.

And His recipes called for all of His treasures, His children, with specific talents and abilities, visions and dreams, armed with spiritual gifts reflecting parts of His nature to build and lift each other and glorify Him.

So, we find ourselves in life’s mixing bowl with others who seem as fundamentally different from us as butter from sugar. However, as the beating begins, butter and sugar blend beautifully together, creating the perfect foundation for eggs and vanilla and flour, et cetera, to form a yummy dough.

But blending isn’t enough. The ingredients are then melded together in heat to become the perfect, delectable cookie.

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Each ingredient is vital to the creator’s planned outcome. Each ingredient provides different yet perfectly suited properties to the cookie.

So is each person in our journey. Each is vital to our progress. We can learn from everyone, from an interaction’s happiness or triggers. Despite feeling intense mixing and heat, we can trust that the end result will be delicious and desirable.

A certain man made a great supper, and bade many:

And sent his servant at supper time to say to them that were bidden, Come; for all things are now ready.

I am the small thing that, with great mixing and intense heat, becomes unified with others to fulfill God’s work and glory.

And this is the blessing which hath been bestowed upon us, that we have been made instruments in the hands of God to bring about this great work.

Delisa Hargrove

I am a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. I have moved 64 times and have not tired of experiencing this beautiful earth! I love the people, languages, histories/anthropologies, & especially religious cultures of the world. My life long passion is the study & searching out of religious symbolism, specifically related to ancient & modern temples. My husband Anthony and I love our bulldog Stig, adventures, traveling, movies, motorcycling, and time with friends and family.

What began as one city became two distinct and different cultures, as those walled into East Berlin had their rights taken away, one by one, with the threat of death always there to keep them in line.

When I was a child, I was friends with everyone.

When I was a child, I was friends with everyone. As an outgoing, overly talkative child, I chattered to anyone who would listen, and anyone who listened became, in my mind, my new best friend. After all, if we’re talking together, then you must like me and I know I like you, so now we’re friends, right?

In first grade, I learned that boys were DIFFERENT than girls. Boys have cooties. Boys are gross. Suddenly, all of my friends were girls and girls only.

In fifth grade, I learned that all girls were not my friends. Some girls liked to sit and talk about boys and clothes. These girls did not like me because I liked to run and chatter non-stop and run some more. I learned that I was different. I was a “tom boy” … which also meant I was no longer welcomed among my own kind.

Although the boys would let me run and play soccer with them, I was not really a boy, just a pretend boy. Luckily, there were enough of us that didn’t quite fit one group or another, so I didn’t feel lonely.

Teens long to belong somewhere.

Middle school and high school, the years that no one ever feels a sense of belonging. Even those in the popular group spend most of their waking hours trying to fit in, worrying constantly about being ‘out’ of the group.

As an adult, I have learned to be discerning about who I allow to know the ‘real’ me. Deep down, I am still the little girl who thinks everyone is my friend. No matter how many times it happens, there is still a sense of wronged hurt when someone is unkind to me just because they can be. I’m still a little surprised that not everyone wants to be my friend.  

Through life’s experiences, I know that 9 times out of 10, when someone is unkind, it’s because of their own issues; however, the hurt is still there. I still have to mentally talk myself through the pain that some people seem to feel no guilt about throwing divisive unkindness at everyone they see as different.

We are adults. Why are so many of us not mature enough to accept differences among us?

In East Berlin, the people were constantly bombarded with the threat of death if they did not conform. In our time, we are threatened with being left out of the group. We are social creatures and we want the protection of belonging and acceptance.

In East Berlin, the people were constantly bombarded with messages that those who are different are threats. Turn on the television. Look at any form of media. EVERY single message we receive tells us that we need to conform to a group.

Real Golfers dress a certain way.

Are you a rugged outdoorsman? Then you should dress a certain way, shop at certain stores, follow certain social media outlets, and eat a certain diet. Only by doing these things can you proclaim your individual choice to belong to this group!

Are you a black man or woman? Then you should dress a certain way, shop at certain stores, follow certain social media outlets, and eat a certain diet. Only by doing these things can you proclaim your individual choice to belong to this group!

Are you a white suburban, stay-at-home mother? Then you should dress a certain way, shop at certain stores, follow certain social media outlets, and eat a certain diet. Only by doing these things can you proclaim your individual choice to belong to this group!

Pick your group, there are many choices, but you must pick a group to belong. Hip Millennial? Overworked executive? Blue-collar cowboy? Wannabe vlogger star? Once you pick, you have to conform to that group’s image: including how you dress, where you shop, what you eat, and what media you put into your own mind.

Those in power in East Berlin controlled by a very visible wall and by very visible methods. However, we are just as controlled and divided if we allow someone else to dictate to us how we should act and choose and even think.

If everyone in East Berlin had cast aside fear and stood up to those dominating their lives, there would have been a high price to pay, but, in the end, they would have won.

The Berlin Wall Falls.

And, eventually, as the people of East Berlin came to realize this for themselves, they did tear down the dividing wall. It took help from those on the other side, but that wall was torn down.

November 9, 1989, I watched as the people of East Berlin tore chunks of the wall out by hand and joyously climbed to the top of the crumbling wall to wave flags with tears of joy running down their cheeks. It took almost 3 decades, but that wall did come down.

How many decades will it take us to tear down the invisible walls dividing us from one another? How many of generations of our children crying tears of pain, pain inflicted by someone who couldn’t accept something different than themselves?

This is not just about race or religion. Let me share some observations.

I have watched individuals of other races be left to themselves and not fully embraced within my religion my whole life. Remember, I grew up living all over the world and experiencing many different flavors of my Church.

Those who are black are friends with and hang out with those who are black. Those of Indian descent do the same. I have seen this in Europe. I have seen this in America. I see exceptions as well, where individuals do reach across the invisible divisions, but they are the exception, not the rule.

Our children may pay the price for our silence.

I have watched individuals of different economic status be left to themselves and not fully embraced within my religion my whole life. True, individuals will help someone in need, as a service project to make themselves feel better, not because they see the poorer person as an equal, as a friend. Again, there are exceptions, but they are the exception.

I have watched individuals with special needs be sidelined in this same way.

Now I am seeing greater wedges driven between our children in primary, as parents set up private playdates only with children who they believe can socially help their child. If we, as parents, don’t teach our children to invite EVERYONE into their circle of friends, who will?

If we, disciples of Christ, don’t call out these terribly divisive, invisible walls for what they are, who will tear them down for our children?

Satan is separating us, just as though he had built a wall down the center of our city. We must not allow fear to hold us back from tearing it down … if we do not, our children will pay the price of our silence.

Elizabeth Latey

I marveled at how different each of them was. Even the multi-generational women sitting next to each other had such diverse gifts.

A Puzzle Vision

I have an innate desire for all of them to feel like a part of the whole. Sometimes, I struggle with how to accomplish that when everyone is so different–personalities, likes/dislikes, family shape and size, jobs/no jobs, cultural and language differences, et cetera.

I don’t want them to be the same or feel the same, I want to embrace each sister’s diversity and be unified as a sisterhood.

Suddenly a vision consumed my mind. I saw a gigantic table with a large puzzle box. The person at the table opened the box and dumped the pieces onto the table until it was filled with puzzle pieces. The person began taking each piece, turning it right side up, separating out the edges, coordinating pieces by color.

A couple pieces came joined together out of the box. Some pieces were the same color but had really different edges. Several pieces looked almost identical to each other except for very slight differences. Some pieces sat alone, apparently totally different from the other pieces in every aspect.

The person at the table began fitting puzzle pieces together after examining each piece carefully, noting the unique nuances and shape and finding its perfect spot in the puzzle. Pieces linked together on the outer edges, a critical component to every puzzle. Pieces linked together in the center and became a foundation to connect other similar pieces together.

Some pieces looked like they could link up in multiple spots. The puzzler looked puzzled when the piece didn’t fit together as expected.

Putting the puzzle together clarified the totally unique pieces’ critical role of tying two seemingly unrelated sections together. Those pieces created the continuity of the puzzle.

As the puzzle neared completion, the puzzler scrambled to find missing pieces. Looking under the puzzle box and on the floor yielded the rogue pieces that snapped perfectly into their spots, completing the puzzle.

The sisters’ faces flashed before my eyes, each of them an integral piece of a gorgeous puzzle–joined with family pieces, on the edges pieces, in the middle pieces, the continuity pieces, and the lost but found pieces. Each unique piece’s purpose proved crucial to the overall design and completeness.

Members Being Many Are One

Paul taught the Corinthians the puzzle vision through the metaphor of a body.  Each unique individual completes the ordinance that’s requisite for everyone to become part of that body. And each part of the body (Go mRNA and telomeres!) promotes vitality to the whole.

He also reminds people how ridiculous it is to devalue or compare ourselves to other parts of the body that seem more or less important. Each part of the body is important.

His words are so beautiful. As I read it, I see the puzzle creation. Again, each piece is unique and critical for the masterpiece.

For as the body is one, and hath many members, and all the members of that one body, being many, are one body: so also is Christ. For by one Spirit are we all baptized into one body, whether we be Jews or Gentiles, whether we be bond or free; and have been all made to drink into one Spirit. For the body is not one member, but many.

 

If the foot shall say, Because I am not the hand, I am not of the body; is it therefore not of the body? And if the ear shall say, Because I am not the eye, I am not of the body; is it therefore not of the body? If the whole body were an eye, where were the hearing? If the whole were hearing, where were the smelling?

 

But now hath God set the members every one of them in the body, as it hath pleased him. And if they were all one member, where were the body? But now are they many members, yet but one body.

 

And the eye cannot say unto the hand, I have no need of thee: nor again the head to the feet, I have no need of you. Nay, much more those members of the body, which seem to be more feeble, are necessary: And those members of the body, which we think to be less honourable, upon these we bestow more abundant honour; and our uncomely parts have more abundant comeliness.

 

For our comely parts have no need: but God hath tempered the body together, having given more abundant honour to that part which lacked: That there should be no schism in the body; but that the members should have the same care one for another.

 

And whether one member suffer, all the members suffer with it; or one member be honoured, all the members rejoice with it.

Purpose in an Eternal Puzzle

The Lord says “this is my work and my glory—to bring to pass the immortality and eternal life of man.” So if the plan is collective salvation, does it really matter if we are all unique? Is our uniqueness really part of some Divine master plan?

Yes! Because like Paul says, if we were all the same, where would the body be? I’m not sure how it works or why it ultimately matters, but I do like having two eyes, and a liver, and skin cells, and DNA, and a brain.

If we can see our differences in that metaphorical perspective, Heavenly Father’s ultimate purpose is clearer. Different talents and personalities accomplish different things. Different kinds of everything supplies the tools and needed experience for a host of spirit children with the gift of agency.

Just because we’re a particular piece of the puzzle doesn’t mean we have to stay in that “spot” indefinitely.  If I’m a metaphorical edge piece and want to experience being a middle piece, I always have the choice to make that happen in my life. If I’m a lost piece ready to be found but no one has successfully found me, I can find myself through the Savior’s atonement and move back to the puzzle. Even though puzzle pieces are fixed, we are not.

No Waste and No Shortage

I love reading ancient stories of creation. Irrespective of the stories’ veracity, I love the visual contexts the ancients used to describe things otherwise inexplicable.

So in the context of purposeful uniqueness, consider Hugh Nibley’s paraphrasing a creation account from the Pistis Sophia, a 3rd or 4th century Coptic writing.

And so we have in the Pistis Sophia, continuing the Egyptian teachings, the picture of a constant remixing (kerasomos) going on in the universe in which old, worn-out, contaminated substances, the refuse (sorm) of worn-out worlds and kingdoms, is first thrown out on the scrap-heap and returned to chaos as “dead” matter, then melted down in a dissolving fire for many years, by which all the impurities are removed from it, and by which it is “improved,” and is ready to be “poured from one kind of body into another.”

 

This whole process by which souls as well as substances are “thrown back into the mixing” is under the supervision of Melchizedek, the great reprocessor, purifier, and preparer of worlds. He takes over the refuse of defunct worlds or souls, and under his supervision, five great Archons process (literally “knead”-ouoshm) it, separating out its different components, each one specializing in particular elements, whic

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h they thus recombine in unique and original combinations so that no new world or soul is exactly like any other.

 

In this full-blown pleniarism there is no waste and no shortage: “If any were superfluous or any lacking, the whole body would suffer, for the worlds counterpoise one another like the elements of a single organism.” The worlds go on forever: “They come and come and cease not, they ever increase and are multiplied, yet are not brought to an end nor do they decrease.”

Our Eternal Heritage Is No Puzzle

God is not only our Ruler and Creator; He is also our Heavenly Father. All men and women are literally the sons and daughters of God. President Joseph F. Smith taught that “man, as a spirit, was begotten and born of heavenly parents, and reared to maturity in the eternal mansions of the Father, prior to coming upon the earth in a temporal [physical] body.”

No two puzzle pieces are the same and if the puzzle’s missing one piece, the whole puzzle suffers. The same is true if the piece defaces/devalues itself and its contribution.

The infinite and eternal Creator of light and life knows you! He is mindful of you. … He loves you not only for who you are this very day but also for the person of glory and light you have the potential and the desire to become. More than you could ever imagine, He wants you to achieve your destiny—to return to your heavenly home in honor.

There is a place and opportunity for everyone because the plan and puzzle is God’s and His mind and will created all things from the edges to the middles of the puzzles in our universe.

Delisa Hargrove

I am a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. I have moved 64 times and have not tired of experiencing this beautiful earth! I love the people, languages, histories/anthropologies, & especially religious cultures of the world. My life long passion is the study & searching out of religious symbolism, specifically related to ancient & modern temples. My husband Anthony and I love our bulldog Stig, adventures, traveling, movies, motorcycling, and time with friends and family.