My church has a lay clergy. Members of the congregation take turns giving sermons each Sunday. Today was my turn. Here's my prepared remarks:
I was diagnosed with
urothelial cancer on November 22, 2011.
Three surgeries and months of chemotherapy failed to eradicate the
cancer. On May 15 of last year,
Jennifer and I were told that the cancer had metastasized outside of my
bladder. There is no cure for
metastatic bladder cancer. Doctors
will not give me any odds, but tell me that between 85 to 90% of patients with
metastatic bladder cancer die within five years of diagnosis.
I would like to share
with you some things I have learned in the past year. But let me first review how the seeds of the gospel were
planted in the field of my soul.
My mother was born in
Holland in 1934, the sixth of seven children. Her mother was an indomitable
woman who was unafraid to challenge the teachings of the Dutch Reformed
Church. In particular, she challenged the priests on the doctrine of
original sin, refusing to accept that her babies were born into a state of
sin. She eventually refused to have her three youngest babies --
including my mother -- baptized, even though the priests warned her that she
was condemning her children's should to everlasting torment should the die
without baptism. For years, my grandmother prayed that one day, she might
find a church whose teachings were more enlightened.
After World War II ended, a retired couple from Ogden, Utah, volunteered to
serve as a missionary couple. They
were sent to Holland, where in 1947 they knocked on the door of the my mother's family
in Hilversum. My grandmother challenged them on their church's teachings
on original sin, and learned that the Mormons believed that each person is held
accountable for their own actions, and not for Adam's transgression and fall
from grace. Having passed that screening test, the missionaries stayed at
the family home for hours, teaching my grandmother, then repeating the lessons as
each family member returned home from school or work.
My grandmother was
not an easy sale, however, and spent more than a year investigating every
aspect of the Mormon belief system. The original missionaries who made
that first contact eventually went home, never having baptized a single person
while on their mission. Other missionaries came and continued teaching my mother's family; I am named after Kenneth Bacon, one of those missionaries. In
1948, my grandmother, mother, and aunt were baptized into the Mormon
church. Over the next two years, the rest of my mom's family joined the church.
Were it not for those many missionaries, I'd be speaking Dutch today.
In 1951, my mother's family emigrated to the U.S., taking a ship to New York,
and a Greyhound bus to Utah, where they settled in Salt Lake City. My mother
met my father and were married in 1953. My father eventually left my mother and
the church, leaving her to raise her three children as a single parent.
Her faith never wavered, however.
I was born in
1962. I grew up on a small farm in Ogden Valley, five miles from
Huntsville, a town of 500. I was taught that each person is encouraged to
develop his or her own independent faith -- to study the church teachings, pray
about them, and to decide whether or not you believed them and were willing to
accept them. I was taught that no one should rely on borrowed
light. (See Elder Donald L. Staheli, "Securing Our Testimonies," Ensign, November 2004,
page 39.) I was taught
that each person must decide what is true. My mother encouraged me to
investigate and to decide for myself whether those things were good and
true. This has led to a lifetime of critical examination and reflection,
and the development of a core set of spiritual beliefs.
Two weeks after I turned 18, I started college classes at the University of
Utah. Every other weekend or so I would drive 40 miles north to my home
with a load of dirty laundry and attend church with my mom. In the Spring
of 1981, a senior from Ogden High School named Jennifer asked me to a
school dance, and we started dating. A few weeks later, I broke my leg
while riding my motorcycle, and had to withdraw from many of my college classes
and return home to recuperate. Jennifer came over each day after school, and we
had a number of intense discussions about religion and everything else under
the sun. We pushed and challenged each other on all aspects of our beliefs.
In large part as a
result of those discussions, a few days after my last cast was removed, I put in
my application to be a volunteer missionary – the bar was much lower then -- and was sent New York
City. I spent nearly a year in the
South Bronx. My spiritual understandings and depth of my personal
convictions were greatly strengthened as a result of that missionary
service. Jennifer, meanwhile, went to BYU and resisted getting
married. We married in October
1983. I finished at the U, she
finished at the Y, and in 1985 we moved to Arlington to attend law school. It’s been 28 years since we lived in
Utah. I was in Utah last week, and
felt like Abraham returning to Ur: a stranger in a strange land.
I have spent decades
balancing between providing for family by practicing law, and trying to live my
life consistent with my convictions. I was comfortable in my assumption
that I had decades of life in front of me. We bought 5 acres in Great Falls in 1998, designed and built
our house, and moved here in 2000.
For he past 13 years, we have raised our children in this ward
family. Many of you have shared
our joys and sorrows, and we have been comforted by your support. We made plans and saved for
retirement. Jennifer and I spoke
often of how, once our nest was empty, we would like to serve multiple
missions.
There
is a Yiddish proverb: "Man plans, God laughs." My life seems to be divided into two
segments: BC,
or Before Cancer, and WC, With Cancer. The fact that it is bladder cancer makes the British meaning
for WC especially appropriate.
My prior assumptions
that I would live into my 70s, 80s, or 90s have been utterly shattered. I have had to reevaluate my life faced
with a greater than usual likelihood of imminent death. I have learned to a degree I did not
previously understand of the truth taught by King Benjamin that I depend upon
God for all that I have. (Mosiah 4:19).
Mosiah 4:21 says that we are dependent upon God for our lives “and for
all that we have and are.” For all
that I have and am, I am solely dependent upon God, and not the arm of the
flesh.
Until my cancer
diagnosis, I did not understand what that really meant. Now I am acutely aware that there is
nothing that any human can do to prolong my mortality. The realization that my life is in the
hands of the Lord has been both humbling, and unexpectedly liberating. Every day, I give thanks that the Lord
has given me another day with my family.
Growing up, I
remember a poster that my mom had in the house. It was a picture of a crying baby with a bowl of spaghetti
on his head, with noodles and sauce dripping down his face. Underneath the picture was a verse from
Psalms 118:24: “This is the day the LORD has
made. We will rejoice and be glad in it.”
On some days, I know exactly how that baby felt.
On those days of self-centered
ingratitude, I am reminded of how unworthy I am of the great gift of the gospel
of Jesus Christ. I know that I am
imperfect, and that my sins are as scarlet, but that through the atonement of
Jesus Christ, my soul can be made white as snow (see Isaiah 1:18). I am keenly aware of the great gulf
between me and the peace of Abraham’s bosom (see Luke 16:19-31). At times I
think that I am a man of grief and sorrow, living a life of pain. But Isaiah taught us that it is the
Savior who was “a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief” (Isaiah 53:3). He has descended below
everything I have endured, or will endure. (D&C 122:1-8).
I can cast all my care upon Him, because he cares for me (see 1 Peter 5:7).
I do not rail against
God for what I cannot control, but rather seek to accept that my mortal life is
but a short moment to God. I am comforted in the knowledge that, after my
body dies, my spirit will continue to exist, possessing all of the knowledge
and experience and tendencies that it now has. Like Job, I believe that, though
my body will fail and be corrupted, yet in my resurrected flesh shall I know
and behold God (Job 19:26).
I am grateful that my family relationships will continue after death.
When Jennifer and I were married, we were sealed to each other for time and all
eternity, subject to our faithfulness. (D&C 132:19). I have at times joked that eternal
marriage can either be a blessing, or a threat. Let me be clear:
the promise of eternal marriage is among the greatest gifts of God.
[Appreciation for
Jennifer]
From time to time, I
contemplate death. Not with fear,
or grief, or anger, but with an understanding that accompanies the restored
gospel. Brigham Young taught that
the spirit world is right here, and that the spirits of the departed do not go
beyond the boundaries of the organized earth. Discourses of Brigham Young,
p. 577 (Widtsoe, John A. (1925)).
He added that if the Lord should touch our eyes that we might
see, we could see the spirits as plainly as we now see each other. While in the Temple, I have been
blessed to have had the Lord touch my eyes, and have seen those spirits as
plainly as any living person.
I know that, in that
period of time where I am dead and my family continues in mortality, I will be
able to see them, even if they might not always be able to sense my
presence. Joseph Smith taught that "the spirits of the just . . .
are not far from us, and know and understand our thoughts, feelings, and
emotions, and are often pained therewith." (Teachings of the Prophet Joseph Smith,
p. 326). I know that I will see my children grow, and see my
grandchildren, and share in their joys and sorrows, even if I have no mortal
body, because my spirit is eternal.
[Comfort in this
knowledge]
Opposition
and Duality
I am utterly
comfortable with coexistence of the rational world of science and law, and the
non-rational world of my religious beliefs. I try to be in the world
while not of the world (see John 17:6-16).
The parallels and
contradictions of my life infuse my being. My life is an ongoing journey of learning to yield to the
enticings of the holy spirit, and put off the natural man. I am fascinated, and a little
frightened, by the fact that, as I grow older, I must be become more
childlike: submissive, meek,
humble, patient, full of love, willing to submit to all things which the Lord
sees fit to inflict upon me.
(Mosiah 3:19).
There is opposition
in all things. Without opposition,
there could be neither good nor bad.
There would not be righteousness or wickedness. There would be no happiness or misery. There
would be no life or death. There
would be no sense or insensibility.
Instead, everything would be a compound in one, and remain as dead. (2 Nephi 2:11.)
Lehi taught his
children that we are agents unto ourselves, to choose to do good or evil.
(2 Nephi 2:27). Through our
choices, each person can bring light into the world, or darkness. God
permits his children to make those choices, even though it can cause great harm
and suffering. This is the agency of man, and the condemnation of man
(D&C 93:31).
This duality has
permeated all aspects of my life.
The friction between the things of Earth and the things of Heaven has
helped smooth the rough stone that I am. The slow illumination
of the gospel upon my soul has taken decades. I have so long to travel, and so little time for the
journey.
Testimony
I believe in God, and
that He is the creator and father of my spirit, just as he is the father of all
spirits. Abraham and Jeremiah taught that that God knew me before I was
born, and that I knew Him before this mortal life. (Abraham 3:22; Jeremiah1:5). I believe that I formed my
personality in that pre-mortal life, that I understood that my Father had a
plan for my life, and that I knew and embraced that plan. Part of that
plan was that I would be sent to earth with a veil shrouding my memory of that
pre-mortal life, so that I could learn to live by faith.
Faith is a belief or
hope of things that are not seen, but are true. (See Hebrews 11:1, Alma 32:21). I believe in many things
that I have not seen, but which I believe to be true. I believe that I
can communicate with God through prayer, and that He communicates with me
through feelings, impressions, dreams, and the actions of others. I have
had many spiritual experiences that cannot be rationally explained. Those
experiences have created in me a deep and abiding knowledge that God is real,
and that He loves and cares for us, his children.
Gratitude
I am profoundly
grateful that I can hold to the hope that these gospel teachings have given to
me. I am the fruit of seeds planted by the hope of my grandmother, by
missionaries in the 1940's, and my own mother's faith. I have spent
50 years laying up sheaves for the harvest. I do not know if I
will be harvested soon, but I am deeply comforted by the sustaining faith that
has been many years in the making.
