Value

"Can I choose the movie?" I asked my mother as we engaged in dietary preparation and consumption.

When I am home from uni during the weekdays, mum and I have lunch together, or at the same time. She is cooking dinner while I had heated up some leftovers from last night's dinner. We fill this time with catching up on life, and having meaningful conversations. Or just mucking around.

I chose Narnia: The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe.

I love this movie, for it's parallels with the gospel. I planned to look out for them - I hadn't seen this movie in years!

In my vast stores of memory - mostly filled with... nothing - I had no recollection of the beginning of the movie, set in the timeline of 1940 - the beginning of World War II.

Awaking to great tumult of war planes, gunshots and bombings in the night, a fatherless family flee their home for safety. Once out of the house, Edmund suddenly rushes in return to obtain an object in the house.

His computer? his phone?

No, a photo of his father.

"He almost got killed! Shows the importance and value of the photo," my mother commented.

"These days, we see an old photo and think, 'oh, that looks nice.'"I replied.

The old cliché question "What would you grab if your house were on fire?" is worth pondering.

However, this question is not about the objects we would grab. It is about our heart.

Have you heard that saying, "History is his story"... behind the photo Edmund obtain was a story. Someone's life. Someone who was loved.

How do I value my photos of those I love? I think we do a good job of keeping them organized these days - on Facebook, on our phones, on our computers, and so forth.

How do I value my food?

I think I gobble it too quickly at times. Particularly when I'm watching a movie at the same time.

How do I treat my body? Do I keep the word of wisdom? Do I admire healthy eating?

How do I treat my belongings? Are they to be thrown around or left carelessly on the floor?

How clean is my room? The Lord has lent me a room to sleep in and to study in.

How do I treat my family?

How do my deceased ancestors feel about my dedication to completing their needed ordinances in the temple?

I smile shamefully in my hypocritical observations.

How did the Apostles handle the body of the Savior, during the time of His death?

Upon the high standard I have suggested in this spiritual thought, I also make this comment: I think Heavenly Father calls for progression each day, to reach the perfection He plans for us.