STAND YE IN HOLY PLACES
AND BE NOT MOVED (MOOVED)
D&C
87:8 and see Matthew 24:15
A talk given at an LDS
Young Women In Excellence Program. November 2013 by Barbara Matson
When Jerry ( my husband) and I were
high school sweethearts we both had dairy cows. He had five and I
had two. Our dads had assisted us in this venture. So picture this
a little later. Two young farmers on a date. He says, Oh, Barbara,
will you marry me? I answered sincerely, “Yes but-I won't milk
your cows !”. (And I might add, I didn't)
Do you know the story of Johnny Lingo?
He was so wise that he offered eight cows for Mahana to her father as
a part of his petition to marry her and to show his love. He knew
that it would build her self esteem. Johnny saw her true value as a
person. No one in the village thought she was attractive or worth
anything. It was said that her father would have given her away for
the horns of one cow!
I think that my father took it into
another realm. He said Jerry, Barbara comes with two cows!
Hmm What a bargain I was! Of course he would jump at that kind of a
deal! :)
Here is a picture
of me as a young bride with our mixed herd of cows.
Let me go back a ways farther than
that. When I turned twelve (like yesterday) my dad announced that I
was finally old enough to help milk the cows and I would get $3.50
every two weeks from the milk check! I was so excited! My brother
(who was 3 1/2 years older than me) and I then began milking the
cows together every evening. That is right, EVERY evening. Rain or
shine, summer winter, birthdays, Christmas, Sundays. Cows have to be
milked every day and on time! Just the same as they needed to be
fed. Our Dad milked them in the morning except sometimes during the
summer when we would do both.
Every evening by 5:00 we were in our
old chore clothes and headed to the barn only a few yards from the
house. It was not fun. I actually hated milking those cows but then
again we made the best of it and had some great times in the old
barn. We only had about eight cows. No my mom wasn't an eight cow
wife. Dad bought them and raised their calves and built a little
herd. Their names were something like-Ruby, Vera, Veda, Marg. Peggy
and so forth these names
were fun but We never
spoke the names of our cows in public because.... They were named
after the women we knew from our church! I
do not think they would have been flattered to be named after a cow
but we didn't do it maliciously. We just did it in a spirit of fun.
We actually admired these women whose names we used. But, SHHHH,
don't tell.
This was not your
modern grade A dairy. We put oats and hay in the manger for them to
eat so they would come in the barn when it was miking time. We, my
brother, Lane and I, and our Collie dog, Ring, rounded them up from
the pasture .We would walk down the lane about one quarter of a mile
long, every afternoon to get the cows in and bring them to the barn.
We would always take Ring and when we got to the gate we would just
open the gate and say “Go get 'em Ring” and he would round up the
cows and herd them through the gate and down the lane. Everybody
needs a loyal friend like Ring and we could learn responsibilities,
loyalty and a lot of things from him. Lane even used him on camping
trips to clean the dishes. His pals never knew!
Proverbs 17:17 A friend loveth at
all times.
brother Lane with Ring and
baby cousin, John, with Ring
We used electric
milkers and while they were running we would turn the volume of the
music very loud on the big four foot high radio and dance together.
So I had my personal, suave, ballroom dance instructor at age twelve.
We learned all the modern fancy moves and thought we were pretty
good.
To put
the two milkers on and off we would squeeze between the cows wash
their udders with a wet rag and throw the rag like a ball into the
target bucket. Then put the milkers on the cows and dance for five
minutes or so then change them to the next cows. Sometimes leaving
them on too long (to the painful discomfort of the cows, ) It was a
warm place to be in the winter when it was cold. Cows give out a lot
of heat. On times when we were not dancing, I would sit on my one
legged stool and recite
readings or poems , talks or the articles of faith. Whatever I was
learning at the time. After the milker came off we would “strip”
the milk” which means to get the last milk by squishing it out by
hand. It required some muscles to do this little trick. This is when
we would practice squirting the warm milk into the open mouths of the
not so tame, barn cats. They would only come close when we were
milking so they could beg for a treat of warm milk ! There is
probably a lesson here too about how the warm milk of the gospel can
turn unruly people into happy, friendly folks. Just like those wild
barn cats were transformed.
Matthew 5:6- Blessed are they which
do hunger and thirst after righteousness for they shall be filled.
Sometimes the cows
would shift and step on our toes or swat us in the face with their
tail which often had a little manure on it. Yuk, yuk, yuk! We had
to clean up behind them as they would often “relieve themselves”
when they were being milked. I hated that part but we kept our barn
as clean as we could. Then we would haul the very heavy huge milker
buckets out to the front of the barn and dump the milk through a
strainer into the milk cans. Heavy work for a young girl but I
became strong which proved later to be to my advantage whenever a
boy would get fresh with me. Muscles are good! The boy I married
was not one of those “fresh“boys, He was a perfect gentleman.
I
often thought about the Savior being born in a barn and supposed that
the cows, calves, cats and dogs and other animals there might be
something like ours. The barn became a sacred place. A place to me
where I could tell the cows my feelings and have a quiet place to
pray when my brother was elsewhere. It was a place where there was
love. Where two young kids learned to work and to appreciate each
other. When my brother left for collage it became my job to do with
some help from my dad.
Milking cows is
like school or work or “Personal Progress.” It takes
consistency, dependability, hard work and determination. It requires
patience and even love and respect.
So what does it
mean to “Stand in Holy places?” Can you find a holy place in
your room? In your work place? Joseph Smith found holy places in a
grove of trees, his bedroom and even in a prison where he was
unjustly confined. Wherever he was he made it a holy place by his
very presence and his actions and his love of God.
Where is your “holy
place” by your bed, under the covers, in your closet, at a desk or
just anywhere you are. Does your school locker look like a holy
place?
Back to the cows...
I decided to take
my heifer (a two year old /teenage cow named “Heart” because
there was a heart on her forehead ) and join the dairy 4-H club. You
see, there was this really cute boy there (yes, the one I eventually
married). We began the 4-H meetings in the spring and the
assignment every week was to work with our animals and groom them,
tame them and teach them to lead so we could show them at the fair in
the fall.
Here is a picture of me, with Heart.
I am on my knees looking her straight in the eyes and begging her to
behave!
I could catch Heart
with a bucket of grain and put the halter on her but I couldn't lead
her for the life of me. She was much heavier and stronger than I was
and you can picture me hanging desperately onto the rope as Heart
bolts around the pasture while I sort of stumble along and skid
behind her. It was not a pretty scene. I got very discouraged, I
had blisters on my hands and as a result, I wasn't as faithful at
practicing with her as I should have been. That is until a couple of
weeks before the fair. Like cramming for a test I tried with all my
might but Heart would not cooperate. I was so discouraged and I
prayed and I cried to no avail. Then one day. Someone much taller
and bigger and stronger than me who loved me very much took the rope.
It was my father, He could command my belligerent teenage cow to
follow his lead and she did because he had the power to do it. I
watched in grateful awe and a few days before the fair he gave the
lead rope to me and I was able to lead and show my heifer I could now
teach her to follow and stop and stand “firm and immoveable”,
with her feet in a perfect
position for the
judge. Good enough for a very nice ribbon if not a trophy, that was
reserved for the very cute guy who worked every day all summer with
his cows. The hard work and daily routine always paid off for him in
the form of nice trophies and cash prizes not to mention the reward
of satisfaction.
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Here is a picture of our 4-H club
at the fair. I am the last one on the right. The “cute guy” is
third from the left and the suave brother the third from the right.
When we would
prepare our animals for the fair we would wash them and feed them and
keep fresh straw down for them to lay on and clean up behind them
and comb them and groom them. They got the best feed there was. They
got to stay in the stalls out of the storms or the heat. They were
pretty spoiled cattle. Away from the heat in the summer and in
winter away from the cold. They became our pets and we loved them.
We spent a lot of time with them.
Here is my brother gently butting
heads with his very tame cow! Show off!! :)
Jesus said,
speaking of the last days when the wicked will be burned as stubble,
“but unto you that fear my name shall the son of righteousness
arise with healing in his wings and ye shall go forth and grow up as
calves in a stall.” The same sweet comparison when he said “gather
her chickens under her wings”
Doctrine and Covenants 29:2- Who
will gather his people even as a hen gathereth her chickens under her
wings, even as many as will hearken to my voice and humble themselves
before me, and call upon me in might prayer. Also see Matthew 23:37.
Sometimes when life
gets hard we need to turn to a bigger, taller and greater power (our
Heavenly Father) We need to let him show us the way. A big project
like your working on your own personal progress in any field might
be such an occasion.
Sometimes we might
face a lot of opposition from others. I learned a lesson again one
day from the bovine creatures.
One day, later in
our married life, I walked by the corral. At this time we had both
dairy cattle and beef cattle. There were three red and white
Hereford bulls in the corral.
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They are short and stocky built.
They were all eating together from a manger in the middle of the
corral. Then, enters the much taller bigger black and white Holstein
bull He barges into the corral and begins butting one of the bulls
away and into the fence and knocked him down. Then he went to each
of the other bulls and did the same. How rude, I thought, feeling
pretty sorry for the shorter bulls. Then, it happened. All three
red bulls who had been picked on, got together over by the barn door
and had a little meeting, then together they charged the bigger black
and white Holstein bull and together they pushed him away from the
hay and across the corral into the fence. He fell crashing down,
breaking the fence and ran away from the scene. Did you ever wonder
where the term “bully” came from? I think I saw it first hand.
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There is strength
in families and good friends. Even in times when you are alone, you
can stand up for what is right with angels at your side who are
summoned by your prayers.
D&C 84:88- and whoso receiveth
you, there will I be also, for I will go before your face. I will be
on your right hand and on your left, and my Spirit shall be in your
hearts, and mine angels round about you, to bear you up.
Psalms 34:37 the angel of the Lord
encampeth round about them that fear him, and deliverth them.
We can find true
joy and strength to do what is right by summoning help from God above
and trusting in his power, you can do just as Jesus taught and
“stand in holy places and be not moooved! “
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