We listened this afternoon to the recorded funeral services for Martin Robinette, a remarkable personality, disciple, scientist, and friend. It was a sweet remembrance of his dedication to God and to his family, as well as his madcap sense of humor. He and his wife Helen, were part of the remarkable people that formed a community of saints as we raised our family in Rochester, Minnesota. Several of that group have now crossed over, leaving friends and posterity to carry on the work.
It has been a great week for studying the book of Jeremiah in the Old Testament and the books of Nephi in the Book of Mormon. I learned that the phrase “Holiness to the Lord” over the entrance of every temple of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints is derived from a plaque on the front of the turban worn by the ancient high priest of Israel. It was to remind him that his thoughts should constantly be about the Lord, similar to the baptismal covenant we make and renew every week when we partake of the bread and the water to always remember Him.
I love how the Lord makes room for everyone in his gospel. 1 Nephi 22:28. Behold all nations, kindreds, tongues and peoples shall dwell safely in the Holy one of Israel if it so be that they repent. Also 2 Nephi 4:35 I know that God will give liberally to him that asketh. This made me wonder what Nephi was asking for: to shake at the appearance of sin, the gates of Hell shut because of a broken heart and contrite spirit, encircled about in the robes of righteousness, make an escape from my enemies, and a straight path. I immediately thought about my own prayers and what I am asking for. It reminded me of Elder Renlund’s talk about seeing the big picture or complaining about cold oatmeal.
It has been an interesting week medically, as usual: rashes, ingrown toenails, fevers and sore throat, a cut on the top of an elder’s head from jumping up in a doorway, anemia, patellar instability syndrome, etc. There are generally about 15-20 missionaries on my sick list in various stages of diagnosis, treatment, or recovery. Most things are minor.
We spent Saturday afternoon exploring a bit.
We visited the lovely town of Uzès where the Saturday market was in full swing.![]() |
| Making baguettes |
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| Selling honeycomb |
Then we swung south into the Camargue, the Rhone delta country, to the city of Aigues-Mortes, where Louis IX and successors built the tower, city wall, and port - his only one on the Mediterranean, and from which he left for the 7th and 8th crusades. We could see the huge piles of salt still being “mined” in the flats.
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| Sea salt in the making (upper R) |












































