Be Honest With Yourself: More Precious Than Rubies
Be Honest With Yourself:More Precious Than Rubies
A virtuous young man pledges his love and fidelity to the girl of his dreams with a precious stone…a diamond. And the happy girl treasures the gift as she would her life, promising, in return, her own fresh, virtuous love in marriage.
the ring—with its precious gem—becomes a symbol of fidelity for the engaged couple…and a reminder of the priceless value of virtue in them both.
Solomon said it centuries ago: “A virtuous woman…her price is far above rubies…” For man it is equally true.
A latter-day hymn-writer composed these beautiful lines:
“Cherish virtue! Cherish virtue!
God will bless the pure in heart.”Cherish—how beautiful and meaningful the word: to hold dear; to trust or keep with tenderness.
And virtue: integrity of character; uprightness of conduct; chastity.
The prophet Mormon, in his last affectionate message to his son Moroni, called virtue and chastity “the most dear and precious of all things.”
Modern prophets have reaffirmed this eternal truth.
So, young people of the Church, if you would deserve the confidence of the clean young man or young woman you someday hope to marry—if you would enjoy the fullness of happiness which belongs only to the pure in heart, be clean, be chaste.
BE HONEST WITH YOURSELF.
Comments
brent
In my senior year of high school in a happy valley of central Utah we read some well-known poem by someone whom I can’t remember. One line was “through the green stem shoots the flower.” When the teacher asked us what this poem was about, no one would answer. Finally, exasperated, she exclaimed, “It is about sex, SEX! One of my classmates, a large football player, then said, “I think I just swallowed my gum.” Now if the teacher were using mormon code, she could have just said the poem was about virture, or morality, or “being honest with yourself” since these all seem to be code words for sex, or at least not having sex … at least not yet.
jenny
Had to have been Tess Morris.
brent
No, not tess morris. It is a sign of my encroaching senility that I can’t even remember her name. All I can remember at this point (except for a telling story about her reaction when 2 of the boys came “pregnant” to school) is that we referred to her as “the golden girl” because of the lovely dye job done on her hair. Our class had a somewhat strained relationship with her.
ames
It does sound like something Mrs. Morris would have blurted out (with arthritic fingers held high and spread wide for emphasis).
But no, it couldn’t have been Tess Morris since Mrs. Morris stayed put at the one true Utah Valley high school while “others” less loyal (we won’t name names, but I’m sure Brent was one of them) high tailed it to the brand-spankin’-new, shiny, white high school on center street.
“I think I just swallowed my gum” is now officially my favorite line ever.