One evening I was driving back from Lehi after dropping someone off. I was hoping to catch a ride down to Orem or Provo. You love to get down to Provo or south. It just seems to me that I can be more profitable down there sometimes.
As I got to American Fork, I got a ride from there to Orem. This is exactly what I was looking for and I was excited to get it. I turned off the freeway and started heading down through American Fork to this pick up.
As I drove, the spirit began preparing me for the ride. What I mean by that is I begin to have thoughts about other people I have given rides to and their situations. I thought about some of the things that the spirit had whispered regarding these people. For whatever reason, each one of these thoughts that I had in this moment where people who had lived tragic lives, both physically and spiritually.
I remember being so grateful to have the gospel after seeing what a blessing it could be in these people‘s lives and the contrast between their situations and the light and happiness found along the covenant path in life. A life along the covenant path recognizes and celebrates the atonement of Jesus Christ.
I first saw my passenger when I pulled into the parking lot of the business where I was to pick her up. When she got in the car, her appearance was shocking. She was scarred and ravaged by life and sin.
She was a large woman who didn’t seem to show tremendous respect or care for her own physical condition. She looked like she’d been in several battles and she had the scars and tattoos to show for it. As she walked around in front of the car to get into the backseat, it was very obvious that she was a breast cancer survivor as she had clearly had a partial mastectomy and had not done reconstructive surgery. This woman had been through some very tough times.
Spiritually, she almost seemed dead. Best case scenario: there was a bit of a spiritual pause going on in her life. We were definitely in serious need of some spiritual resuscitation.
I remember thinking, wow, what a package. I vacillated back-and-forth between feeling sorry for her and being just a little afraid that she was sitting behind me in a car on a dark night.
I had the thought, don’t you think she could use the help that these other people you’ve been thinking about received. I thought back about the stories that had been playing in my head in the moments leading up to this ride and realized that they were put in my heart to prepare me to help. Clearly she needed to feel the love of her father in heaven to melt her heart and tough soul.
I said hi and she gave me a grumpy response. It was about what you would expect given the package. I guess I had figured that because she was put in my car by God it might have been a little different vibe.
I started talking to her, even though she seemed to not want to talk. Pushing that is a dangerous thing sometimes. Apparently some people get in someone else’s car and then get offended if the person asks them questions. I can’t think of anything quite as horrifying as this. For some people there is nothing quite as terrifying as the driver of the car you’re in talking to you.
We made small talk about her work and how poorly she was treated there. She talked about how she didn’t get along with the people that worked there and how even the customers were horrible. It seemed like everything out of her mouth was negative. It seemed like there was no light of any kind anywhere in her life.
I commiserated with her for a minute about how hard it can be dealing with people. Then I got an intense prompting to turn it around. I said, with all of the very difficult people we have to deal with, every now and then someone comes along and blows your doors off in a good way. They renew your faith in humanity and in God.
I said, that’s why God sends these people to us so that we can serve them and by serving them we serve him. She said, I think God abandoned me a long time ago. I said, I don’t believe that. You are his daughter and he loves you. He would never abandon his daughter. She said, if you knew what I’ve been through, you wouldn’t believe in God either.
I said, everybody has their trials, everybody has their mountains to climb. I believe that if we will invite God along for the ride, he can lift us through our adversities and help us be stronger coming out than we were going in.
I said, removing obstacles and trials is not showing love. We grow through our experiences, both our successes and our failures. The only question is, do we grow closer to God and be happy in the midst of the struggles or do we curse God and become bitter and angry?
She said, I think in my life I’ve cursed God. I figured that I have to do it all myself or it’s not going to get done. I’ve made some bad choices and it’s really affected me. Look at me, God doesn’t want me. She said, I just gave up.
I told her about my dad and his situation growing up where he was beaten and abused daily. He ran away from home as soon as he could join the Air Force and fought for everything he had in his life Shortly after he left home, he had an officer in the Air Force take an interest in him spiritually. That officer gave him the spiritual tools necessary to grow through his challenges.
Despite being challenged in his upbringing and early life, my father became a great man and helped many people. He served three missions and was always there to lend a hand. I said, one time I was in a meeting with my dad and someone who knew his story said, if you could go back, wouldn’t it be great to not have to go through those things? Wouldn’t that make your life so much better?
My dad said, I wouldn’t want to have my challenges removed from me because that’s what taught me the things I needed to know to be the man that I am. My dad said, when we try to remove all obstacles from our children, we make it difficult for them to grow and become great. This is how Heavenly Father looks at it. We need to grow and this is how we do it.
I said, I’ll never forget that. I started looking at trials differently at that point. I looked at her and said, what do you think about what I just said? She said, I’d love it if I could learn some other way to be I guess. She said, I don’t know how to tap into something like that.
I said, it’s the atonement of Jesus Christ. He suffered for your sins, your infirmities, the injustice and unfairness in your life. He already suffered that and he already overcame that. He did it so that in the midst of your sorrow, hurt and anger, you can look to him and he can lift you through that. If you turn to him, you don’t have to turn to anger, hate, spite, and frustration. He can literally improve your situation and the way you feel. He can let your heart and your soul breathe.
I asked her what she felt right then because I was feeling spirit. She said, I feel like I’ve had great big heavy bags of garbage on me for a long time and it was hard to breathe. I feel like right now those bags have been removed. She said, I can breathe and I feel free.
I said, that’s the love of your father in heaven. That’s the spirit of God and it’s letting you know that the things I’ve been telling you are true. You have been suffering needlessly through your trials. You have been fighting them alone rather than having the Lord fight your battles and he wants to let you know that you don’t need to do that anymore. He wants you to look to him.
I looked in the back and this tough grizzled woman had a tear in her eye. She asked, do you think he really cares about me? About 20 minutes ago I denied him. Would he send his spirit that fast? Would he be willing to forgive like that? I said, yes!
I said , we are the ones that don’t forget. We’re the ones that canker our souls and carry a torch of hatred for people who have offended us or have sinned against us. We want to make them pay and in doing so we destroy our own lives. We wear those scars on our face and that hatred makes us ill. That hatred creates a barrier to his spirit and his love.
If we open our hearts, God can free us through the atonement of his son, Jesus Christ. He can embrace us just like he is embracing you right now. I looked in the mirror and I swear I didn’t see the distorted twisted face I had seen before. God was letting me see what he saw. The light from outside illuminated the backseat and there seemed to be a shine about her as she soaked in the spirit.
She said, I’ve been going about this all wrong. She asked, how do I do it right? I said, I feel like you are a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. She said, I guess you could say that. At one time I was. She said, I just quit going and went down other paths.
I said, let’s get back in that path. Go to church on Sunday. Talk to your bishop and tell him you want to get ready to take the sacrament. I said, taking the sacrament is a way that you can spiritually recharge and get reinforcement for the battles that plague us each week. It’s how we plug into the atonement and it is a very important part of qualifying for the blessings the atonement can give us. I brings relief, strength and joy to our lives.
I told her about when I was on my mission and my companion hated me because he hated all Americans. I didn’t understand the language and I was going through culture shock. I had 36 mosquito bites on my left foot and I had no understanding of how I was going to make it through the next 22 months of my life as a missionary.
I said, I went to church that Sunday and didn’t understand a thing. It was noisy and crazy. My Spanish was horrible, and I was a fish out of water in every way. Then we took the sacrament and when I did that, everything changed. My spiritual tank was filled and I felt life in my soul and God’s hand on me.
Since that day I have known that I need to take the sacrament every week so that I can be blessed in that way.
I said, if you will get ready and worthy to take the sacrament, when you do it, you will feel this same joy in your soul that you feel right now. I said, you need to go to church and you need to talk to your bishop.
She said, he doesn’t know I exist and I don’t know who he is or which church I go to. We went on the Meetinghouse locator and found her ward and her bishop. It showed what time they met, which was a really good time for her. I asked, will you commit to me and to your father in heaven that you’ll go to church and do what we discussed?
She said that she would but I could tell that she was a little hesitant still. I said, I feel like maybe you’re a little hesitant on this. Is it because you don’t have the kind of clothing you feel like you need to wear to church? She asked, how did you know that? That’s exactly what I was thinking. I said, the Holy Ghost is real and he testifies to our souls. He brings the spirit of our father in heaven and he gives us the words to say. Your father in heaven wants you to know that he wants you to come with the best you have and he will bless you. If you will go, you will be blessed abundantly by the spirit. and you will see your father in heaven‘s hand move in your life as you change and embrace the atonement.
She said, I felt the spirit when you said that and I believe it. We got to the house where she lived. It was kind of a sad situation but I knew that our father in heaven knew where she was and that if she would do the things she needed to do he would bless her. All she had to do was believe it and I wasn’t sure she had real intent.
I offered her a Book of Mormon and said she would feel the spirit and be lifted if she read it. She said no. She said that if she decided she wanted one she knew how to get one.
She thanked me, got out of the car and went in her house. No commitment, no Book of Mormon and I really didn’t have a great sense as to whether or not she would follow through. I kind of leaned towards she wouldn’t follow through hence it never became a story in my blog.
Normally for me to use it as a story there needs to be several things that happen.
Seek for and follow revelation
Teach by the spirit
Testify by the spirit
Identify the spirit
Place a Book of Mormon
Make a plan
Get a firm commitment
With few exceptions this is always my rule and this ride wasn’t going to be a story because I didn’t feel comfortable in her commitment or her level of sincerity.
About nine months later I saw her again. She was at a new job, A much better job and she had a smile on her face and a light in her eyes. I had to look at her a couple times to make sure she was who I thought she was. I didn’t know her name and I didn’t know how to approach this.
I went up to her and asked, do you remember me? She nodded affirmatively and said, yes, I do. I think about that ride all of the time. It changed my life.
She said, I go to church every Sunday now and everything you said is happening. I also read the Book of Mormon and feel the spirit. It is true that life still isn’t perfect but it doesn’t hurt like it did before and I’m happy. What a transition. Now that’s a story!








