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