Let me begin with two anecdotes:
One day many years ago I was walking
down a hallway in a chapel in Sterling, Virginia. Walking towards me was our
Relief Society President. As she came near, she suddenly grabbed both my lapels
and shoved me into the wall, her nose inches from mine.
“Have you any idea of what you have done?!??” she demanded.
My mind raced, but all I could say
was “Uhhh…”
“As the counselor to the Bishop you
have been setting apart sisters in the Relief Society as they receive new
callings. As the Relief Society President I have been recording these. Several
months ago in separate blessings you told two sisters that they would have more
children. One sister has MS, and the other is 44 years old and newly married.
BOTH had been told by their doctors that they would never have more children.
BOTH ARE PREGNANT. “
It
took a while for me to realize
that (a) I had done nothing egregiously wrong, and (b) Jinx was not mad
at me.
Both women gave birth to little boys. The father of one held my right
hand in
both of his and thanked me repeatedly. The second little boy, whose name
I will
never forget, lived just a few days. His parents asked me to join them
at
Fairfax, VA, General Hospital to give this infant a name and a blessing.
I drove down to the hospital with a deep sense of foreboding. As his
father and I held his tiny body, and blessed him, he was struggling for
all he was worth just to breathe. He
died shortly afterwards, and for weeks afterwards I cried every time I
thought
of him, which was often. I’m tearing up as I write this, in fact, more
than 30
years later. His parents, however, were calm as a summer morning. They
told me
later that they knew where this child had come from, and where he had
gone. He
was in the hands of a loving God, forever part of their family now, and
waiting
for them on The Other Side.
Another anecdote:
Many of us during our lifetimes will
have to wear an eye-patch. We may have amblyopia (“wandering eye”) as a child,
or we may have an infection, or we may scratch the cornea by rubbing the eye
when sand gets into it. There may be an injury, temporary or permanent.
Whenever we wear an eye-patch we have what is called mono-vision. We no
longer have stereo vision, and our depth perception is seriously impaired. We
may stumble over a curb or doorway, we may walk into a door jamb. We are
visually crippled, and we have continuing problems from our one-eyed vision, though we may partially adapt to the condition.
What have these two stories have in
common? Consider the following.
In science we must evaluate the data
that we collect, and there are always arguments on how we do this. As I write this
there are at least two major schools of how to use statistics in science: how
to calculate a numerical probability, from a given set of data, that a certain
answer or conclusion is true. The main schools of thought are called Bayesian
and Fisherian. The former school teaches that a prior understanding – an eye on
what we think are the physical processes involved – must be built into the
calculation, and there is a deceptively simple equation to do that. Implicit in
this is that we are thinking about the larger picture – the underlying
principles. The Fisherian statistical school on the other hand, which dominates the biology field
at this time, believes that all information is contained only in the dataset. To
these scientists a prior understanding is only a bias, and must be discounted,
or it’s not good science.
However,
any scientist who has
collected data knows that where there are data, there is always noise:
random noise,
systemic noise, measurement noise. The tendency to evaluate all the data
blindly means that in many cases we are trying to fit a solution to
noise. In
simplest terms, this is trying to draw a curve through dots scattered
all over
a graph. A least-squares-fit line or curve drawn through some data
points is called a regression
fit, or just a regression. If there is significant noise, this line can
tilt in
a number of different directions depending on how the points are
“weighted” –
how important the scientist thinks the outliers are. In simplest terms,
we are
trying to make sense out of junk. We are giving weight to noise, and
this means that we are often just trying to put lipstick on a pig.
This leads, as you can imagine, to
study after study that contradicts other earlier studies on the same topic. One
has only to read the popular science magazines or the morning news to become
painfully aware that “science” disagrees with itself at least as often as it
agrees. In one study of drug research papers, less than 15% of scientific
results reported could be replicated by other independent science teams. Should
you take vitamin C to strengthen your immune system – or avoid it because it
leads to greater cancer likelihood? Does hormone replacement therapy (HRT) lead
to greater or lesser likelihood of heart attacks or cancer in post-menopausal
women? There are scientific papers that support all of these conclusions. As mentioned elsewhere in this book, one
current magazine even has a section titled “Health Scare of the Week.”
Where are these disparate lines of
thought leading? Are we looking at the forest or just seeing a tree? Are we
letting something that is just noise become disproportionately important over
everything else? Are we missing the big picture?
In a talk given by Jeffrey R.
Holland or the Quorum of Twelve Apostles titled “Lord, I believe,” he relates
the story of the man with the thrashing son, who says “Lord, I believe. Help
Thou mine unbelief” [see Mark 9:22–24; also
verses 14–21]. Elder Holland goes on to note that there are people who,
despite much of a lifetime in the Church, will find some small item that really
upsets them. They may not understand why the Mountain Meadows Massacre took
place, why a Church leader (Relief Society President, Bishop, General
Authority, President of the Church) did or said something. I personally know
people who have left the Church over such issues, or are unwilling to forgive some
offense, or cannot reconcile some remote event in Church history.
I
count myself among these. A Mormon
family once instructed their six children to attack my 8-yr-old son
whenever they
encountered him playing in our neighborhood cul-de-sac. This went on for
a week before we accidentally found out what was going on. They later
queried
their 5-year-old again, and then acknowledged that, well, Jared had
actually NOT struck
their 3-year-old, but by that time the damage was done and there was
anger on
both sides. The idea of encountering that couple in the Church hallways
led me
to suggest to my wife, who had taken the brunt of the social ostracism,
that we
simply stop attending Church. I will never forget her response. “Last I
checked, this was CHRIST’S Church,
not XYZ’s church!”
Elder Holland’s key point is this:
hang onto the things you KNOW. Do not be afraid to seek answers for something
that bothers you, but at the same time don’t throw everything else out for one or two negative
things that bother or offend you. In his
words, “Now, with the advantage that
nearly 60 years give me since I was a newly believing 14-year-old, I declare
some things I now know. I know that God is at all times and in all ways and in
all circumstances our loving, forgiving Father in Heaven. I know Jesus was His
only perfect child, whose life was given lovingly by the will of both the
Father and the Son for the redemption of all the rest of us who are not
perfect. I know He rose from that death to live again, and because He did, you
and I will also. I know that Joseph Smith, who acknowledged that he wasn’t
perfect, was nevertheless the chosen instrument in God’s hand to restore the
everlasting gospel to the earth. I also know that in doing so—particularly
through translating the Book of Mormon—he has taught me more of God’s love, of
Christ’s divinity, and of priesthood power than any other prophet of whom I
have ever read, known, or heard in a lifetime of seeking. I know that President
Thomas S. Monson, who moves devotedly and buoyantly toward the 50th anniversary
of his ordination as an Apostle, is the rightful successor to that prophetic
mantle today. We have seen that mantle upon him again in this conference. I
know that 14 other men whom you sustain as prophets, seers, and revelators
sustain him with their hands, their hearts, and their own apostolic
keys.”—Jeffrey R. Holland, April 2013 Ensign, p. 96.
I remember the little boy improbably born to
the mother who had MS, and how he came to dwell for a short time on this Earth.
I remember uncounted priesthood blessings that suddenly healed me, or in one
case brought a man out of a 4-day coma as I laid my hands on his head. I still
keep the list of the 13 steps that all had to happen in sequence for our family
to move to Venezuela, where incredible adventures and opportunities awaited all
of us. A failure to complete just one of the complicated steps would have
aborted the entire three-year stay. A few of these events and blessings would
have been remarkable coincidences, but the aggregate of them all is immense.
My counsel is this: Don’t get all wrapped up in a single
tree. Look at the entire forest. If you feel your faith is being shaken by
something, first consider who benefits
from this? Then remember this from Elder Holland’s talk: “When doubt or difficulty come, do not be
afraid to ask for help. If we want it as humbly and honestly as this father did,
we can get it. The scriptures phrase such earnest desire as being of “real
intent,” pursued “with full purpose of heart, acting no hypocrisy and no
deception before God.”11 I testify that in response to that kind of
importuning, God will send help from both sides of the veil to strengthen our
belief.” –ibid.
This requires some patience, or a
little faith, however you wish to view it.
But from my vantage point, it’s so
very, very worth it. Your long-term happiness depends on this.
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