What the Luke and Leia kiss teaches about eternal marriage

This is from a talk I gave last week in sacrament meeting: 

One of the most profound memories of my youth was watching Luke and Leia kiss on the big screen. It was magical, and I didn't realize it then, but there are some incredible gospel truths in that kiss.

For you see, Luke and Leia skywalker learned that they were actually brother and sister, which is a type and shadow for us of higher, more noble truthiness.

We are all brothers and sisters, children of our Heavenly Parents. This is an undeniable gospel truth. And it brings me great comfort to know that even though my earthly father beat me something unmercifull as a child for "being an idiot" I know my real Father in Heaven would never treat me like you did, Dad!

Anyway, when we men merry their spouse, they're actually marring thier sister. And we all know what happens when you get married, you're no longer VL, or virgin lips, to the Gentiles. Like Luke and Leia showed us, it is perfectly fine and acceptable to kiss our sisters.

Brothers marrying sisters is a holy order because we are all sons and daughters of god. This is why when you go to church on Sunday you call them brother Johnson, or sister gandy, so on and so forths. We are all related. Kin is kin. 

I'm so glad to have a father in heaven who loves me and has provided so many wonderful righteous sisters for me to marry when I get home from my mission. 

Amen.

Glad Tidings and Good Cheer!

I'm filling so full of something right now. To the brim. Full of the spirit and of gratitude to my Father who arts in Heaven, because you see a little miracle happened this past week in my life. 

My mom wrote me an email telling me that my earthly father, George Gandy, had come back to church last Sunday. 

My Dad had been inactive for over five long years. He left because he was insulted by a miamaid who criticized his potato casserole during a ward potluck. The miamaid, whom I will not name, said, and I quote, "you call that a casserole?!" With such disdain and condescension that it made my Dad so enraged he walked right out the church doors and never came back. 

Until last Sunday. 

My heart and innards are so full of thankfulness and happiness for my Dad coming back. Now he won't dwell in perpetual dirty mud in the outhouses of heaven, a place we call outside darkness. 

Welcome back to the sheep, Dad. 

The sacred work in the temple

I'm so glad you're reading this, brothers and sisters... I was very moved during Sacrament meeting this past Sunday. Some large, and a bit smelly, man sat next to me and literally moved me off of the bench. Even though I suffered through tribulation that day, the spirit was still able to touch my heart, yay even penetrating the sulfur smelling mists the large man left wafting in the aisle.

The spirit has asked me to talk about the temple. Often investigators ask me about the temple, and what we  Mormons really do in there. 

It's so super top-secret that  you should really only talk about it late at night with the lights turned off, a blanket over you and your friends, and a flashlight turned on under your chin. Yeah, it's that sacred to us.

But the spirit spoke to me and told me that I should share something about it. Most people already know about the order of the Masons, or the Masonic order, whose rituals, rites, and clothing we use and copy in the temple. But you probably have not heard about the other order, the order of the bakers, which is another order inside the temple, or the Basonic order, as we call it.

The Basonic order is super top-secret as well. So how it goes is this: you learn all the ceremonies and rites to become a master mason in the temple. While they're you are instructed with higher mason truth and Masonic knowledge. You start as a lonely apprentice in a dreary world, as you gain more light and knowledge, you become the rank of journeyman mason. Then, for the last ceremony you finally achieve the rank of master mason. To demonstrate your master knowledge you have to build a  very intricate mason brick oven. It's a very sacred ceremony, you wear your sacred apron and sacred hat, and you build your sacred oven with your sacred compass and other sacred tools, like a sacred saw and sacred hammer. 

What's the point of building a mason brick oven? A-hah! That's where the order of the Bakers comes in. The Master Bakers wear their sacred aprons and sacred baking hats in the temple and they bake sacred cookies from these sacred mason brick ovens. This is God's plan, you see. From these sacred brick ovens are made sacred cookies that are then given to the members of the ward to deliver to other non-members and non-actives, and any other nons that are out there. The cookies are so delicious and yummy to the taste. It also has been known to put people in a quasi trance, where they can then read their scriptures all night long, sometimes for days. We call this the holy night of the sacred crunchy goodness. It is a very sacred experience for us Mormons.

But wait, it gets better, I promise, because the great Father in Heaven has made an awesome plan for each and everyone of us. For you see, each temple on the earth is made for a particular order. We have the Masonic order, the Basonic order, but there's also the order of the architects, the cloths makers, the furniture makers and basket weavers. On and on and on. Every temple has a special skill, a sacred skill, wear members can go and learn higher light and knowledge. Why? Why all these skills? 

Great question and the answer is really very very sane. You see, when Jesus finally comes after the nuclear holocaust where much of the world will be burned to a crisp in temperatures so hot no living thing could possibly survive, someone is going to have to rebuild civilization. But it won't be the old civilization, oh no, they tried and failed. The new cities will be built by Mormons who have this sacred and secret knowledge. This is why there are so many secret orders in the temple, because we are going to build the city of God, the earth's first celestial city, the city of Zion, after the nuclear holocaust.

It's an extraordinary and incredible plan. And the work is rolling forth, back and forth, across the whole world!

Welp, that about does it for me today. What part do you want to play in building Zion? First you have to change your ways, then you need to be baptized by going completely under the water for thirty seconds, then a few more hoops to jump through and you'll be in the temple in no time baking the sacred cookies :) 

Pray for me,

Elder Gandy



I'm alive...barely

I just wanted the blogger universe to know that I'm alive, and that I'm still a missionary!!!! Thank you, Jesus!!! Jesus is my older brother and probably the best friend I have, or ever had.

You see, I was in a car accident, a terrible car accident while driving with my companion, Elder Rogers. We were traveling down a very fast road when right in the middle of our trip, I felt the spirit soooooo strongly that I needed to pray, right then, on my knees in humble prayer. And Elder Rogers needed to as well. Elder Rogers felt the spirit as strong as I did and we both knew that was the thing to do right then.

Unfortunately, as we both went to our knees, the car was still traveling at 70 mph. As I got to my knees in the car, I knew Stan was tempting my faith by seeing whether or not I would comply with the promptings of Spirit. As I was getting on my knees, I unbuckled my seat belt, which Elder Rogers did as well, and then I let go of the steering wheel and bowed my head as I went to my knees.

As I was doing so, my right shoulder bumped the steering wheel sending us flying off an embankment in the middle of the road at 70 mph. As we were descending towards chaos, I lifted my voice unto Heaven and yelled at the top of my lungs, "Jesus, take the wheel!!!"

He did. Sorta.

The car flipped and rolled 3 times. I was knocked unconscious. Elder Rogers broke both of his legs and lost some hearing in his right ear, but he was ok and finished his mission, but I wasn't so lucky.

I was in a coma.

I was in a coma for 3 years, subsisting on water and nutrition from an IV. It took me 3 years to wake up, but when I did, I told my parents to forget enrolling me at BYU. I begged my parents to send me back out into the mission field, and after I told them of my dreams while I was in a coma, they relented. I contacted my new mission president and he said to come back. So here I am, Alive! Praise be to Joseph Smith!!

Pray for me,

Elder Gandy

Mormons add to your beliefs, not take away

I love, love, love that our church adds to people's belief, not take away. That's something that I do day-to-day-to-day everyday here as a missionary.

"Let you come to our church and see what we can add to your beliefs, we won't take away your beliefs or stomp on them, we'll add to them, like a puzzle. It's fun!"
- President Gordon B. Hinckley


You see, our church adds to people's beliefs in a kinda different way than what you think. When people come to our church and want to be members, we simply ask them to talk to the missioanries. The missionaries (that's me) would then sit them down and start to tell them what to believe, in a sense, 'adding' to what they already know, line upon line, letters upon letters.

How do we do this? Simple. When the missionaries visit you, they'll tell you what to believe, letter upon letter, then we'll tell you to stop believing the things you use to believe. In this sense, we 'add' to what you believe, but first, we have to 'subtract' everything you use to believe, and then the sum total is your new beliefs! It's fun!

Now, for the next step, you have to 'divide' the number of beliefs you have by the sum total of the new beliefs you are going to have. This will give you your 'net ratio' of beliefs to non-beliefs, or 'past beliefs' as we call them in the church. For the last step, you just have to 'multiply' your new beliefs with the amount of tithing you're going to pay for the rest of your days, so that would n10%, so the formula for new beliefs is as follows:

New Mormon Belief Formula:
Ωbeliefs ÷ ∆beliefs x n10% = ∑ ∞Jesus ∆power

That's it. We don't take away anything, as you can obviously see for yourself.

Pray for me,

- Elder Gandy

The Testimony and the Care Bear Stare!

I was trackting out some apartments yesterday with my comp. It was a little cold, but we put on our coats and headed on out to do some good work. We knocked and knocked and knocked for the Lord. But alas, no one answered. But one.

His name was Joshua, a 30-something latino with a definitive accent. I couldn't quite make out what he was saying at times, although he was willing to listen to us go on and on about Jesus.

Then finally Joshua started going off about how the Mormon church was founded by a treasure hunter, which I quickly started humming a hymn in order to drown out his evil words.

But then it hit me: Care Bear Stare!

You see, you cannot destroy evil, or make it smell bad, only by the power of your own testimony (which is how we won the great skirmish in Heaven of 00'). You have to really, really, really stare, or bear, your testimony: Chest Out! And Bear!!! To this day, when church members go up to the pulpit on Fast and Testimony Sunday, they usually say, "I'd like to Bear my testimony," in solemn acknowledgment of the work the Care Bears have done for all Truth Bearers.

This is also why the Care Bear's did so well as a popular 80s cartoon; it preaches the eternal truths of dealing with unarmed combatants and soothsayers by using magical Testimony Powers. The Care Bear Stare Technology was a decisive advantage with the war on evil, and it continues to this day to be a powerful tool to fighting Stan and his forces.

The creators of the Care Bear's were actually acquainted with Testimony Technology through their contacts with church members in the late 70s and early 80s. They then used this same powerful force to teach kids every where how to defend themselves if they were ever in a dangerous situation.

I used my Testimony Powers against Joshua that night, and after 15 minutes of Powerful Testimony using the Care Bear Stare Technology, Joshua finally succumbed and told us he would go to our church on Sunday.

I just know he'll show up!!

Pray for me,

Elder Gandy

My Mission is my 2nd Childhood

Ahhh, to be young again...yup, I'm living the dream; I'm living my 2nd childhood here in the mission field.

You see, my Mission President is my father, or Papa - and his wife - Mama. It's wonderful!! We get to eat all together for Christmas at Papa President's house. Mama President is there, with their wonderful family. We all sing and play games together, and then we get to eat some Christmas turkey, sometimes there's marshmallows there for me to eat :-)

It's great, because my Papa President tells me where to live, gives me my monthly allowance, tells me how to comb my hair, when to sleep, when to get up, who my friends will be and my house buddy (companion). It's wonderful!! Then we all get together as a big family during zone conferences and we get up and just cry and cry about how much we love each other, and our brother Jesus, and how we like to sign songs about Jesus.

It's wonderful. And then, Papa President meets with me at least once a month all on my own. We talk about life and about how I'm doing. He tells me stories about people long ago and what they did so they pleased Jesus. They're the best stories you've ever heard. After the stories, he asks if I masterbate at all, and then gives me a big hug when I tell him that I don't (although I do hear funny noises coming from my companions bed at night sometimes).

Living my 2nd childhood is the best thing that's ever happened to me. It's wonderful!! I don't have any responsibility; I can focus 110% on doing what I'm told to do, everyday. And it feels so good!!

Don't you wish you could serve a mission and live your 2nd childhood? You can, if you decide to get baptized. Do you want to get baptized?

Pray for me,

Elder Gandy