Lauren Sawai Horne likes shopping and school

After the tension and bemusement of the previous 48 hours (see posts titled "Eulogy of President Joseph Flake Boone" and "The Power of Words," and accompanying comments), coupled with more controversy than a Premier League football match, I'm going to tone down a fraction my post for today, hoping that there will be no confusion surrounding this one!

So I turn to my 2-year-old daughter, who doesn't yet understand the word 'eulogy' and it's double meaning (although it won't be long until she does!) and display a few recent pictures of her on the balcony.

As you can see, she has one of mummy's old handbags by her side. She puts a few toys in there and then tells us that she's going shopping to buy sweets and chocolate (and occasionally chicken, pork and rice!) or that she's going to school to study! This is largely down to me teaching tuition classes every day which she regularly joins.

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More pictures of Lauren coming tomorrow

The Power of Words

As I look back over the last 24 hours, I am stunned as to the power a word can carry. The word in contention is 'eulogy', which I used in my previous posting. People in Malaysia, England and across the States frantically enquired concerning the welfare of a beloved individual, amidst a torrent of confusion. It is as much my fault as it is others' curiosity and anxiety.

So I have looked up the word 'eulogy' in a number of dictionaries.

In the Cambridge Advanced Learner's Dictionary, the definition states: "a speech, piece of writing, poem, etc. containing great praise, especially for someone who recently died or stopped working."

They also offer an explanation for the verb 'eulogize', as follows: "to praise someone or something in a speech or piece of writing."

Critics everywhere have eulogized her new novel.

They eulogized over the breathtaking views.

Dictionary.com offers a number of definitions and historical background too, which is enlightening. Their definition from Random House Dictionary goes like this: 

1. "a speech or writing in praise of a person or thing, esp. a set oration in honor of a deceased person."

2. "high praise or commendation."

The American Hermitage Dictionary of the English Language Fourth Edition is similar in its definition: 

1. "A laudatory speech or written tribute, especially one praising someone who has died."

2. "High praise or commendation."

The American Heritage New Dictionary of Cultural Literacy, Third Edition, defines the word 'eulogy' as "Words of praise, often for a dead person, but also a staple in introducing speakers, in nominating candidates, and on other such occasions."

"Eulogy" originated in the mid-15th century and is from the Greek word 'eulogia' meaning 'praise' from eu- "well" + -logia "speaking" which in turn was derived from 'logos' which means "word" or "discourse" and 'legein' meaning "speak". Eu legein literally meant "speak well of." (Taken from the Online Etymological Dictionary)

It may also have been influenced by the Latin word 'elogium' meaning "inscription on a tomb" which would go some way to explaining why it is used to address those who have passed away or at funerals. However, the Concise Oxford Dictionary Tenth Edition, merely states: "a speech or piece of writing that praises someone highly."

Meanwhile the Oxford Advanced Learners Dictionary reverses the order of the two definitions used in alternative dictionaries:

1. "a speech or piece of writing praising somebody/something very much"

2. "a speech given at a funeral praising the person who has died"

I could perhaps, have used a variety of different words to describe the nature of my previous post, other than 'eulogy'. Dictionary.com offered a number of synonyms as suggestions:

kudos

salutation

accolade

celebration

panegyric

encomium

adulation

citation

commendation

exaltation

glorification

laudation

tribute

Where does this leave us?

Historically it appears to have been used to describe those who had passed away, even to describe an inscription on a tombstone. But as the centuries have rolled on and words evolve, it is widely accepted to describe both the original meaning and to praise somebody or something highly, whether dead or alive!

Words are powerful! It is imperative to select words with great care.

A Eulogy of President Joseph Flake Boone

I often think of President Joseph Flake Boone and the time I was privileged to spend with him from 2002-2003. I came up with this little eulogy which I hope provides an apt description of this man and helps many of us to remember more vividly this inspired leader who laboured amongst us.

A GLORIOUS MEETING – A LIFETIME OF INFLUENCE

          I can’t think of any other occasion comparable to it in my life. I doubt there has been anything that has left such an indelible impression upon me. Of all the people I have met from day to day, month to month, and year to year, he stands uppermost like a cedar of Lebanon, a beacon of light over a stormy sea, an ever-filling well of water in a lost and lonely quarter of the desert.

      Meeting President Joseph Flake Boone is like meeting a mountain. I had this gargantuan privilege as an incoming missionary in my twentieth year. After a weary flight across the Pacific and down the edge of South-east Asia, I arrived in the early hours of the morning at Singapore’s Changi airport. As my group cleared the immigration and baggage reclaim, and slowly trudged away, we saw him standing behind the glass double-doors ahead. And what a sight it was. It’s hard to express adequately in words the thought process in the brain and the feelings of the heart upon fixing my gaze on this man at 1:30am. It is fair to say that all tiredness fled in an instant. After transiting through four foreign airports in between three flights I had felt lost in a big wide world. Now for the first time, with my Mission President no longer just a picture in a booklet, but standing in the flesh right before my eyes, I felt as close to home emotionally as I was as far away geographically.

      Despite his large stature, one was drawn to his benign face, his benevolent countenance beaming, evidence of a deeply pious life based upon living principles of truth. His open, square-shaped spectacles sat snugly on his cheekbones giving him an air of intelligence and power. His eyes seemed to search me astutely from behind those glass lenses. I immediately had the impression that those probing eyes were examining my every action, word and thought, and when he smiled with a dancing glint in his pupils, I smiled back. His smile was modest, not extravagant, his lips creasing at the corners but without displaying his teeth. He seemed to smile more with his eyes than his mouth. I could tell he trusted me and I didn’t want to disappoint him.

      His taupe hair was immaculately parted at the side and flowed across the top of his head where it effortlessly swept over and down to the left, allowing his tall forehead, that walking Bible Dictionary, to prop up his moderate crop of hair. His cheeks, which expanded when he smiled, smoothly curled down into a round, pointed chin. His crisp white shirt and conservative tie neatly adorned his broad torso.

      As he offered his huge hand, I extended my considerably smaller one, upon which he grasped it tightly and I felt this man’s momentous power with each firm shake of his robust arm. That was a proper handshake.

      He resembled a stripling warrior, an example of exact obedience. He was like a classic Book of Mormon prophet, large in stature, mighty in spirit, word and deed. He was the closest man I have ever been acquainted with, to the description we love, of Captain Moroni. Throughout my one-year association with him, he was akin to a living Captain Moroni, a plausible panacea whose very presence was a delight to be in, a balm containing both physical and spiritual properties.

      During a number of personal conversations with him he would sit, completely engulfing the chair he was seated on, with one leg crossed over the other, and his enormous books of scripture resting on his knee. I would perch attentively on the edge of my chair, and whilst normally I would feel extremely intimidated and overwhelmed by the sheer size and build of this man had it been anyone else, but all I could feel was awe and respect as brotherly kindness and love oozed from his spirit to mine.

      In many conferences he would speak for hours on end from a bulky stack of papers he had prepared, skipping over some and selecting the information he was moved upon to share. It is unanimous to say that our pencils were blunt after these conferences, but our minds were considerably sharper.

      Many a tear was shed on one of the last occasions we saw President Joseph Flake Boone and his wife before their contract expired and were about to make their way back home to the States. The missionaries serving in Singapore had prepared a special hymn with adapted words to the tune “O Ye Mountains High,” and there was not a dry eye in the chapel that day as we sang with heartfelt gratitude for his great leadership and labour of love. Such was the impact, power and example of this laudable man, that even merely a rare saunter down the street with him in terms of the long journey of life, has left an indissoluble impression upon our hearts.

      I strain to conjure up a more powerful, apt or justifiably fitting tribute to this man of God than that which describes the man he vividly resembles:

     

      “. . . and this was the faith of President Joseph Flake Boone, and his heart did glory in it . . . in keeping the commandments of God, yea, and resisting iniquity. Yea, verily, verily I say unto you, if all men had been, and were, and ever would be, like unto President Joseph Flake Boone, behold, the very powers of hell would have been shaken forever; yea, the devil would never have power over the hearts of the children of men.” (Alma 48:16-17)




To those of you, who like me, were mighty privileged to serve with President Boone, I would appreciate your comments about this post. Perhaps you have a specific memory of a special time you had with President Boone. Feel free to leave your comments so that we may all reminisce about this great time of our lives.

A quick snack

This is the food I delight to indulge in when I need something quick. Fried noodles with an egg on top tastes extremely fulfilling, especially with a smattering of tomato sauce.