Fuente de la vida eterna

Fuente de la vida eterna 
y de toda bendición,
ensalzar tu gracia tierna
debe todo corazón.
Tu piedad inagotable 
se deleita en perdonar;
sólo tú eres adorable;
gloria a ti debemos dar.

De los cánticos celestes
te quisiéramos cantar,
entonados por las huestes
que viniste a rescatar.
De los cielos descendiste 
porque nos tuviste amor;
tierno te compadeciste 
y nos diste tu favor.

Toma nuetros corazones,
llénalos de tu verdad, 
de tu Espíritu los dones
y de toda santidad.
Guíanos en la obediencia,
humildad, amor y fe.
nos ampare tu clemencia; 
Salvador, propicio sé.

"El historicismo tiene un significado claro: El hombre no tiene naturaleza, no tiene esencia; tiene historia. El hombre no es nada conceptual, nada estático, sino dinámico, en constante movimiento real. La sociedad tampoco tiene esencia, sólo tiene historia. La sociedad lo mismo que el hombre, es un "quehacer", pero un quehacer en comunidad, en relación con el mundo, con los hombres. La vida personal y comunitaria social no es un participio, no es un factum, sino un gerundio, un faciendum." —- José Ortega y Gasset

“En ocasiones, nuestros sueños serán destrozados y nuestras esperanzas etéreas quebradas. Cuando nuestros días se vuelvan tristes y nos invada una nube de desesperanza, y cuando nuestras noches se vuelvan más oscuras que mil medianoches, recordemos que hay una fuerza creativa del universo que trabaja para derribar a las enormes montañas del mal, un poder que es capaz de superar cualquier obstáculo y convertir el oscuro pasado en un radiante porvenir. El arco del universo moral es amplio, pero se inclina hacia el lado de la justicia”. —- Martin Luther King

Today I wrote a letter to the daughter of an old classmate of mine from BYU.
She’s two years old.
Her mother, my friend’s wife, passed away unexpectedly from sudden heart failure on Friday. She was six months pregnant with this girl’s little brother. 
In my letter, I offered my condolences for her loss. I also described how I knew her father from my freshman ward and later BYU’s physics department (he’s now earning a PhD.) I told her about how her parents both served missions and were strong in the Gospel. They also valued learning and education, and had a great love for the natural world. 
When she’s old enough to understand, I hope this letter and ones like it will give her an appreciation for her parents and the values they represent. Though her mother is now on the other side of the veil, memories of her will still be a source of inspiration.

Today I wrote a letter to the daughter of an old classmate of mine from BYU.

She’s two years old.

Her mother, my friend’s wife, passed away unexpectedly from sudden heart failure on Friday. She was six months pregnant with this girl’s little brother. 

In my letter, I offered my condolences for her loss. I also described how I knew her father from my freshman ward and later BYU’s physics department (he’s now earning a PhD.) I told her about how her parents both served missions and were strong in the Gospel. They also valued learning and education, and had a great love for the natural world. 

When she’s old enough to understand, I hope this letter and ones like it will give her an appreciation for her parents and the values they represent. Though her mother is now on the other side of the veil, memories of her will still be a source of inspiration.