This was at the tail end of the tumultuous 60’s and early 70’s, when Dave’s weekends were spent driving his motorcycle to Dump Nixon rallies in DC, or peace rallies in other places. Came a time when he got to thinking about his own beliefs, his own sense of peace and direction. That’s when he thought of Karl, and wanted to know what drove him to be who he was. So he arranged for a leave of absence from Yale and headed out to BYU. It’s a long and a beautiful story, which ended up with him deciding he wanted to join the LDS church. But he knew he could not make a clear minded and unbiased decision about baptism until he left the comfort of his friends, including Karl. So he went back to Yale. The first day there he was sitting in a class waiting for the professor when he struck up a conversation with a beautiful young girl named Katrina. He mentioned his recent return from Utah, and she asked him if he was a Mormon. “No” he replied. “Not yet.”
“My sister’s a Mormon.” Katrina’s sister Annette was also a student at Yale. “They have some sort of class for Mormons on Wednesday nights, here on campus. You should go.” And so David and Katrina and Annette went to what turned out to be a small institute class on campus, with a handful of students. It was taught by a grad student they called Brother Jeff. Bro. Jeff was earning his Doctorate at Yale.
Brother Jeff’s last name was Holland. Jeffrey R. Holland. David received an amazing education, a the feet of many notable professors, decorated scholars, renowned mentors in the ivy halls at Yale and other schools; but he says the finest teacher he ever had stood at the front of a small class of students on Wednesday nights and taught him about God.
Jeffrey R. Holland is now an apostle, set apart to lead all to Christ. We listen to him speak when we are lucky enough. At least every April and October at our church’s General Conference.
(here's a link to his Conference talk in April 2006: Broken Things to Mend:
I remember hearing Elder Holland speaking about how the Lord must have a special place in his heart for broken things. Brokenness brings us to humility; humility makes us needy; our neediness opens our hearts to be filled by the Great Filler of Hearts.
This is one way He is able to make “weak things strong.”
She took him out to her piano. Sitting atop it was indeed, a Roseville vase called the Bleeding Heart, but it had absolutely no monetary value. It had been broken in over a hundred pieces, and then glued back together.
“I love this,” she said, “because it is obvious to me that someone cared enough about it that when it shattered, they labored to find where each piece fit. It just says something to me.”
It said something to me as well.
I. It was made out of clay It was shaped like a heart
Make the bread that we break and eat
So much good can be grown from
What has been broken
II. By the light of the moon He kissed me goodnight
And I looked up and wished on a star
He swept me away Then he shattered my heart
So she gathered me up in her arms
Build: She said “You won’t believe this But one day you’ll see this
And be thankful it happened this way.”
Bridge: Sure as the stars above I found a truer love
And made him my own
And he was at my side The day the angels cried
And carried her home
Repeat Chorus :
Broken clouds gave us rain Broken ground opened up and welcomed her in....
When Pontiac Rocket was first released a friend called obviously upset.
“Oh dear, dear…I am so sorry I did not know you had lost your mother!”… he was quite distraught.
He was used to my songs being true to my history. Thank the Lord this one was not! My mother is alive and, happily, still the matriarch of our family. But this is how she is, and how she was. She taught me many true and beautiful lessons.
It is the pattern God designed for all of us to be broken. All of us. But like the hands of the person gluing together the Bleeding Heart vase, He can correct our brokenness. He can make us whole, completely whole, like-new whole. Elder Holland knows that, my mother knows that, David knows it, and I know it. The knowing is a gift, and so is the mending.
Here's a YouTube video of BROKEN, by Seminary teacher Kevin Oviatt: