Hello, my name
is Brian Godwin. I have just been called to serve in the Poland, Warsaw
mission, yes, it is Polish speaking, and I am reporting to the MTC on June 20th,
that’s why I’m up here today. I know that I am going to have a lot of new
experiences and I wanted to speak about a topic that meant a lot to me, I came
up with finding joy in what you do wherever you are. President Monson spoke on
this topic as well, in a 2008 general conference talk he said the following:
“I begin by
mentioning one of the most inevitable aspects of our lives here upon the earth,
and that is change. At one time or
another we’ve all heard some form of the familiar adage: “Nothing is as
constant as change.”
Throughout our
lives, we must deal with change. Some changes are welcome; some are not. There
are changes in our lives which are sudden, such as the unexpected passing of a
loved one, an unforeseen illness, or the loss of a possession we treasure. But
most of the changes take place subtly and slowly.
This is our one
and only chance at mortal life—here and now. The longer we live, the greater is
our realization that it is brief. Opportunities come, and then they are gone. I
believe that among the greatest lessons we are to learn in this short sojourn
upon the earth are lessons that help us distinguish between what is important
and what is not. I plead with you not to let those most important things pass
you by as you plan for that illusive and nonexistent future when you will have
time to do all that you want to do. Instead, find joy in the journey—now.
Stresses in our
lives come regardless of our circumstances. We must deal with them the best we
can. But we should not let them get in the way of what is most important—and
what is most important almost always involves the people around us. Often we
assume that they must know how much
we love them. But we should never assume; we should let them know. Wrote
William Shakespeare, “They do not love that do not show their love.”
We will never regret the kind words spoken or the affection shown. Rather, our
regrets will come if such things are omitted from our relationships with those
who mean the most to us.
Send that note
to the friend you’ve been neglecting; give your child a hug; give your parents a hug; say “I love you” more;
always express your thanks. Never let a problem to be solved become more
important than a person to be loved. Friends move away, children grow up, loved
ones pass on. It’s so easy to take others for granted, until that day when
they’re gone from our lives and we are left with feelings of “what if” and “if
only.” Said author Harriet Beecher Stowe, “The bitterest tears shed over graves
are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.”
Let us relish
life as we live it, find joy in the journey, and share our love with friends
and family. One day each of us will run out of tomorrows”.
What I took
from this is that we need to learn to live for today and take pleasure in doing
what is right and showing love and compassion for those that we are with. For
me, I am about to see a lot of change, going to a foreign country and teaching
in another language, it will be important not only for me to have fun in the missionary
work I am doing, but also to teach others where they can find joy.
I want to read
you a story by Michael T. Smith titled The
Happiest Day Of My Life
It started innocently.
Many years ago, I worked in an office with large windows that looked out over a
busy overpass. I stood by one of those windows one day, when a woman in a
passing car looked up and made eye contact with me—naturally, I waved.
A chuckle escaped my lips as she turned and tried to identify me. It was the
beginning of a year of window antics. When things were slow, I stood in the
window and waved at the passengers who looked up. Their strange looks made me
laugh, and the stress of work was washed away.
My co-workers took an interest. They stood back out of view and watched the
reactions I received with amusement.
Late afternoon was the best time. Rush-hour traffic filled the overpass with
cars and transit buses, and provided a wealth of waving opportunities for my
end-of-day routine. It didn't take long to attract a following—a group of
commuters who passed by the window every day and looked up at the strange
waving man. There was a man with a construction truck who would turn on his
flashing yellow lights and return my wave. There was the carpool crowd and the
business lady with her children fresh from day care.
My favorite was the transit bus from the docks that passed my window at 4:40
PM. It carried the same group every day. They were my biggest fans.
Waving grew boring, so I devised ways to enhance my act. I made signs:
"Hi!","Hello!", "Be Happy!" I posted them in the
window and waved. I stood on the window ledge in various poses; created hats
from paper and file-folders, made faces, played peek-a-boo by bouncing up from
below the window ledge, stuck out my tongue, tossed paper planes in the air, and
once went into the walkway over the street and danced while co-workers pointed
to let my fans know I was there.
I didn't know it then, but a bond was forming between my fans
and I. The next spring, I discovered just how close we had become.
My wife and I were expecting our first child. I wanted the world to know. Less
than a month before the birth, I posted a sign in the window, "25 DAYS
UNTIL ‘B’ DAY." My fans passed and shrugged their shoulders. The next day
the sign read, "24 DAYS UNTIL ‘B’ DAY." Each day the number dropped,
and the passing people grew more confused.
One day a sign appeared in the bus, "What is ‘B’ DAY?" I just
waved and smiled.
Ten days before the expected date, the sign in the window read, "10 DAYS
UNTIL BA-- DAY." Still the people wondered. The next day it read, "9
DAYS UNTIL BAB- DAY," then "8 DAYS UNTIL BABY DAY." My fans
finally knew what was happening.
By then, my following had grown to include twenty or thirty different busses
and cars. Every night, they watched to see if my wife had given birth. The
number decreased and excitement grew. My fans were disappointed when the count
reached "zero" without an announcement. The next day the sign read,
"BABY DAY 1 DAY LATE". I pretended to pull out my hair.
Each day the number changed and the interest from passing traffic grew. My wife
was fourteen days overdue before she finally went into labor. Our daughter was
born the next morning. I left the hospital at 5:30 AM, screamed my joy into the
morning air, and drove home to sleep. I got up at noon, and appeared at my
window in time for my fans. My co-workers were ready with a banner posted in
the window:
"IT'S A GIRL!"
I didn’t stand alone that evening. My co-workers joined me in celebration. We
stood and waved in the air, as every vehicle that passed acknowledged the birth
of my daughter. Finally, the bus from the docks made its turn onto the overpass
and began to climb the hill. When it drew close, I climbed onto the window
ledge and clasped my hands over my head in a victory pose. The bus was directly
in front of me when it stopped in heavy traffic, and every person on board
stood with their hands in the air.
I was choked with emotion as I watched them celebrate my new daughter.
Then it happened—a sign popped up. It filled the windows and stretched half the
length of the bus. "CONGRATULATIONS!" it read.
Tears formed in the corners of my eyes as the bus slowly resumed its journey. I
stood in silence as it pulled away from view. More fans passed. They tooted
their horns and flashed their lights to congratulate me. I hardly noticed them,
as I pondered what had just happened.
My daughter had been born fourteen days late. Those people must have carried
that sign for weeks. Each day they must have unrolled it and then rolled it
back up. The thought of them going through so much just to celebrate my new
baby made me cry.
I made a fool of myself in that window for eight months. I made those
people smile after a long day at work. They must have enjoyed it, because on
the happiest day of my life they showed their appreciation.
That day, more than twenty years ago, changed me. I just wanted to make my day
better. I didn’t realize how it affected others.
Ever since then, I try to put a smile on someone’s face every day. I compliment
strangers on their clothing. I start conversations in elevators. I even make
jokes in crowded New York City subways. Some may think I am stupid, but I know
there is a chance that I’m making someone’s day—someone who may one day hold up
a sign that says “Congratulations!”.
From this story, I took that it is the simple
acts of kindness and acts of charity and Christ-like love that bring endless
joy into our lives and the lives of those around us.
I want to end
with a piece of President Dieter F. Uchtdorf’s talk from the October 2007
general conference titled Have We Not
Reason To Rejoice? He says “My
dear brothers and sisters, there will be days and nights when you feel
overwhelmed, when your hearts are heavy and your heads hang down. Then, please
remember, Jesus Christ, the Redeemer, is the Head of this Church. It is His
gospel. He wants you to succeed. He gave His life for just this purpose. He is
the Son of the living God. He has promised:
“Come unto me,
all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest” (Matthew 11:28).
“For the
mountains shall depart and the hills be removed, but my kindness shall not
depart from thee” (3 Nephi 22:10). “I have mercy on
thee, saith the Lord thy Redeemer” (3 Nephi 22:8).
My dear
friends, the Savior heals the broken heart and binds up your wounds (see Psalm 147:3). Whatever your
challenges may be, wherever you live on this earth, your faithful membership in
The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints and the divine powers of the
gospel of Jesus Christ will bless you to endure joyfully to the end”.
I have a testimony of the importance of
finding joy in what you do, one of my favorite scriptures out of 2 Nephi says
“Adam fell that men might be; and men are that they might have joy”. I know it is our job as disciples of
Christ to strive to act as he would, and to show love and kindness to the
people around us. I know that this is the true church, and I am so thankful for
the opportunity that I have to go and serve Christ and build up his gospel in
Poland. I am very thankful for friends and family.
I say these things in the name of Jesus
Christ, Amen.
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