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O That I Were An Angel

8/17/2023

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Can't Argue with those Dimples

I must have had a sense of humor when I was born because I interrupted a temple endowment session.

My father was escorting his friend, Jim Faber, through the Oakland Temple.  We lived in Fresno, California, about 3 hours away from the temple, and my mother was due anytime with me (her fourth child).

In the middle of the endowment session, a temple worker walked in with a note, asking, "Is there a Brother Merrill here?"

My mother had called the temple and asked them to find my father and deliver the message, "It's time."

My father immediately left, in the middle of the session, leaving his friend behind ("Sorry!"), and sped home as fast as he could and gave my mother a blessing.  They traveled to St. Ames hospital and I was born 22 minutes after arrival.

I was 10 lbs. and have been a big boy ever since.

Four weeks later, I attended Church for my first time.
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"We Interrupt This Sacrament Program . . ."

​On April 8, 1979, my father gave me a baby blessing in Sacrament Meeting.  He was joined in the circle by his friend Roger McGrady, Bishop Ashcraft and his counselor Ralph Freeman, and by our home teacher, Phil Mallory.  The two full-time elders also joined us, Elders Rhodes and Neeld.

(I don't remember any of this, of course; but my father kept a detailed journal.)  And on this day, he wrote:

​"I blessed him with a strong voice to call to repentance the Lord's people."
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Fast Forward 40 Years  

I've shared that reminiscence before, so forgive me for retelling it; I've also told you the origin-story of Owl in the Desert.

My intent from the start has been to gently "cry repentance unto the Lord's people," however awkward and imperfect I may be (like a 300-pound Linebacker who snatches a fumbled football and runs it down the field as the more agile, faster athletes overtake him; I have never had the grace of a Running Back or the star-power of a Quarterback ─ but I am willing to hold the skirmish line and defend my teammates (and the truth) to the end of the fourth quarter).

   Wherefore, you are called
   to cry repentance
   unto this people.


Sometimes people ask me why I direct my message to the Church and its members; do they need to be told to repent?  Surely there are more deserving groups out there who need this message?  I get the impression they think the Church already has all the gospel it needs and I should pack up my soapbox and take it to the barbarians in Timbuktu (or, you know, to those who vote Democrat).

And is it really my place to point out the ways the Church could do a better job at being Christian?  Why not leave it alone?  Why not let the leaders handle it?


Ah, but remember: the gospel must be preached to every kindred, tongue and people in their own language (Acts 2:6-8).

I am a native LDS-speaker; my cultural and spiritual language is Mormonism.

All I can say to them is, "I am a disciple of Jesus Christ, and have been called of him to declare his word among his people, that they might have everlasting life" (3 Nephi 5:13).

Like Jesus, we are often called to minister among "our own" kind, even if they don't listen:


   I came unto my own,
   and my own received me not.


(3 Nephi 9:16)

Perhaps someday I'll branch out and preach to strangers, but for now I am sent to my friends (Luke 11:5-8).
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Putting the "Global" in GPS

​Clark Burt said, "GPS only works if you know where you are and where you are going."

​Let's pause and see where we are, but in a new light.  "Where we are" is not so much a function of place but of people.

It is not where we are but with whom that determines our location in the eternities.

When I was in my 20s, eager and inexperienced, I dreamt of changing the world by doing some grandiose work for God (this was before I came to understand that Christ had beat me to it).

As I grew older, I realized I didn't need to shout the gospel from the rooftops with the trump of angels because the Lord already had messengers assigned to each nation, people and tongue.  Most of us are planted in His vineyard to tend a little bit of it, not the whole field.

And so my life changed when I reoriented my perspective from "changing the world" to "warning my neighbor" with cookies and milk (D&C 88:81).

The Lord wasn't expecting me to reach those in Pakistan or Bangladesh; he was expecting me to teach my family and those who live across the street.

A poem I love by Meade McGuire captures this sentiment:

​   Father, Where Shall I Work Today?

   Father, where shall I work today?
   And my love flowed warm and free.
   Then He pointed me out a tiny spot,
   And said, “Tend that for me.”

   I answered quickly, “Oh, no, not that.
   Why, no one would ever see,
   No matter how well my work was done.
   Not that little place for me!”

   And the word He spoke, it was not stern,
   He answered me tenderly,
   “Ah, little one, search that heart of thine;
   Art thou working for them or me?

      Nazareth was a little place,
      And so was Galilee.”

("Father, Where Shall I Work Today?" by Meade McGuire)
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Where Are We Going?

Now that we know where we are, that is, in modest surroundings and with humble friends ― in our individual Bethlehems (it was a little town) and personal Capernaums (that backwater) ― let us address where we're headed.

Pretend for a moment we're owls using our spiritual sonar to navigate through this dark telestial terrain, our ears twitching as we follow the rumbling roar of the Lion of Judah.

We don't always know where He is leading us, because our destination is not a place but a Person.  People are not fixed coordinates.

   For I was an hungred,
   and ye gave me meat:
   I was thirsty,
   and ye gave me drink:
   I was a stranger,
   and ye took me in:
   Naked, and ye clothed me:
   I was sick, and ye visited me.


(Matthew 25:35-36)

Do you remember when "enduring to the "end" seemed like such an easy thing at the beginning of our journey?

But after so many miles and millennia, after enduring eons and eternities that pass by endlessly, our travel-weary-and-worn pilgrims come to a startling realization: the "end" was not what we first imagined it to be.
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Of Figs and Leaves

The most personal poem I've written is Fig Tree.  While all my poems contain a bit of me, "Fig Tree" is the most autobiographical.  It describes my pilgrimage up Moriah's mount.

As you read it, it wouldn't surprise me if you recognize the same trail, having walked it yourself.

   Fig Tree
   a poem

  Barely a leaf─
  just a remnant
  remained to turn aside
  the heat of day.
  A shame no shade
  spread under the
  unforgiving shadow
  of Nazarite branches
  shorn of summer
  (a season somehow nigh,
  always near, but not yet).
  Was the tree’s nakedness
  or mine to blame
  for the present state?

  I was an hungered
  and wished to God
  for a sign of precious fruit.
  But the east wind shook
  my palmerworm faith
  tunneling through grief.
  The wind scorched
  my cheek (but I marveled
  how the branches
  sat eerily still, unmoved
  by the storm).
  Is it better for me
  to die than to live
  a wasting death?

  I did not ask as others:
  Why must the tree wither?
  And what of our aprons
  when no leaves remain
  for covering? Are we
  to gird ourselves with thistles?

  I knelt beside the tree
  upon a marred girdle
  not caring who should discover
  my secret parts, crying:
  Lord, see my weakness─
  my heart is an olive pitted
  by your hand, its stone
​  carried forth with the ark
  of testimony. Where now
  the pomegranates of blue
  and purple and scarlet
  clinging to your covenant
  vine? Graft me: shy not away
  your pruning-hook.

  A fig appeared
  in my cradled palm
  opening as if split
  by the sharpness of
  God’s finger,
  its center cracked cleanly
  like hemispheres
  falling away
  from the Tropic of Capricorn.

  The fig was filled
  with clustered seeds
  sinking into rivulets of blood.
  I tasted its helicoid promises
  and felt the trembling
  heavens through the dirt
  beneath my feet,
  the stars casting fruit
  like unripe hailstones
  to the earth. I picked one
  from the ground,
  comparing,
  and knew:

      A seed is a seer.
      A seer is a seed.
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2 Comments
Heather Holmen
8/20/2023 03:05:08 pm

I’ve been studying Gods calendar, the lunar cycles, the new moon feast, the following three sabbaths. God is returning all truths, and His true Sabbath ❤️
Thank you for your thought provoking blog

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Tim Merrill
8/22/2023 09:49:59 am

Thanks Heather; it is an exciting time we are in; the currents of time seem to be accelerating. I am learning new things every day and can barely keep up. I hope you will share more about God's calendar with us. Warmest wishes, Tim

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