The Osmond Brothers Final Bow And Testimony
By Alan on Apr 30 in Blog tagged alan, concert, Donny, eternal life, eternity, fans, friends, God, Holy Ghost, hope, I believe, Jay, Jesus Christ, jimmy, LDS, mansions, Marie, Merrill, Mormon, music, Osmond, osmonds second generation, spirit, The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, The Osmond Brothers, The Osmonds, The Plan of Life, The Plan of Salvation, Tom, tour, U.K. Final Tour, Virl, Wayne | 28 Comments
The Osmond Brothers Final Bow And Testimony
The U.K. Tour
On this, Merrill Osmond’s Birthday, The Osmond Brothers take their final Bow and share their Testimony to their dear fans and friends in their United Kingdom’s Final Tour.
I know that Wayne and I so wish that we could have been there to perform and say thank you to the most wonderful fans and friends any musical artiist could ever wish to have.
I, Alan Osmond, was the oldest of the 
group and had to leave the group a few years ago due to having Multiiiple Sclerosis. Wayne Osmond, the second oldest of the group just recently had to leave the group due to health conditions.
We always said a word of prayer before each and every performance we did asking for the Lord’s blessings and for the Holy Spirit to touch those among the audience that they might feel our love and testimony through our music that we have for life, for family, and for our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.
We know that Jesus Christ is The Way to everlasting happiness and that He has restored His Gospel here upon the earth with all the power and authority to bless us with everlasting life in the world and heavens to come.
We usually always end our shows with a musical testimony via a song that we love so much; a song we wrote for The Plan Album called, “Are You Up There”, and ending it with the classic song, “I Believe”. These shows that we have done for about 55+ years have always started with a word of prayer backstage and usually ended with a song of gratitude and belief on stage.
In behalf of all of my brothers and sister Marie, myself and all of the Osmond families, may we say thank you for accepting us and our music, and especially for all of those tender words, hugs, kisses and eternal friendships that will never go away. We love our fans and call them friends knowing that there is purpose in life.
We Osmonds are all members of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints and are not ashamed of the fullness of His gospel. We sing His name, we take upon ourselves His Name, and always remember Him and strive to keep His Commandments.
If you have felt that ‘Spirit’ and love in our concerts, our music, our TV and media moments, or wonder why we are the way we are . . . then we invite you to click this link and ask of those who respond to share with you “what it is that you felt” and then ask them any questions. Ask them to explain and to give you answers to “the reason for the hope that is within us” Osmonds. Or, if you see us, just ask us personally and we will share with you the glad message of Jesus Christ and His Plan of Life that includes The Way to return back to our Heavenly Parents and what is needed to be able to live in the highest mansions of Heaven with them for all eternity.
Sincerely with love,
Alan Osmond
For The Family
Merrill, Virl, Tom, Wayne
Alan, Olive, Marie, George, Jay
Donny, Jimmy
Helen Keller And The Mormon Tabernacle Choir And Organ
By Alan on Jan 08 in Blog tagged Alexander Schreiner, Annie Sullivan, Come Come Ye Saints, entering the pulse, feel colors, hearing without seeing, Helen Keller, her teacher, I believe, never go away, President Grant, something holy, that could move me, The Mormon Tabernacle Choir and Organ | 2 Comments
Emma Lou Thayne wrote Hymn # 129 in our hymnal,
“Where Can I Turn for Peace”.
This is an excerpt from:
A Place of Knowing
By Emma Lou Thayne
Many years into my adulthood, when asked by a Jewish poet friend why I
stay in my Mormonism, I explained it with a story, the details
recounted by my mother. It is my mother’s story transposed into an
allegory about my believing.
When I was a little girl, my father took me to hear Helen Keller in the Tabernacle. I must have been about eight or nine and I’d read about Helen Keller in school, and my mother had told me her story.
I remember sitting in the balcony at the back of that huge domed building that was supposed to have the best acoustics in the world.
Helen—everybody called her that—walked in from behind a curtain under
the choir seats with her teacher, Annie Sullivan. Helen 
spoke at the pulpit—without a microphone—but we could hear perfectly, her guttural, slow, heavily pronounced speech. She spoke about her life and her beliefs. Her eyes were closed and when it came time for questions from the audience, she put her fingers on her teacher’s lips and then repeated for us what the question had been.
stay in my Mormonism, I explained it with a story, the details
recounted by my mother. It is my mother’s story transposed into an
allegory about my believing.
I remember sitting in the balcony at the back of that huge domed building that was supposed to have the best acoustics in the world.the choir seats with her teacher, Annie Sullivan. Helen
spoke at the pulpit—without a microphone—but we could hear perfectly, her guttural, slow, heavily pronounced speech. She spoke about her life and her beliefs. Her eyes were closed and when it came time for questions from the audience, she put her fingers on her teacher’s lips and then repeated for us what the question had been.She answered questions about being deaf and blind and learning to read and to type and, of course, to talk. Hearing that voice making words was like hearing words for the first time, as if language had only come into being—into my being at least—that moment.
Someone asked her, “Do you feel colors?”
I’ll never forget her answer, the exact sound of it—“Some-times . . . I feel . . . blue.” Her voice went up slightly at the end, which meant she was smiling. The audience didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
After quite a lot of questions, she said, “I would . . .. like to ask . . . a favor of you.” Of course, the audience was all alert. “Is your Mormon prophet here?” she asked.
There was a flurry of getting up from the front row, and President Grant walked up the stairs to the stand. She reached out her hand and he took it. All I could think was, “Oh, I wish I were taking pictures of that.”
“I . . . would like . . . ,” she said, “to hear your organ . . . play . . your fa-mous song—about your pioneers. I . . . would like . . . to remember hearing it here.”
All the time she was speaking she was holding his hand he had given her to shake. I liked them together, very much.
I remember thinking, “I am only a little girl (probably others know) but how in the world will she hear the organ?” But she turned toward President Grant and he motioned to Alexander Schreiner, 
the Tabernacle organist who was sitting near the loft. At the same time, President Grant led her up a few steps to the back of the enormous organ—with its five manuals and eight thousand pipes. We were all spellbound. He placed her hand on the grained oak of the console, and she stood all alone facing us in her long, black velvet dress with her right arm extended, leaning slightly forward and touching the organ, with her head bowed.
Brother Schreiner played “Come, Come, Ye Saints,” each verse a different arrangement, the organ pealing and throbbing—the bass pedals like foghorns—as only he could make happen.
There was a flurry of getting up from the front row, and President Grant walked up the stairs to the stand. She reached out her hand and he took it. All I could think was, “Oh, I wish I were taking pictures of that.”the Tabernacle organist who was sitting near the loft. At the same time, President Grant led her up a few steps to the back of the enormous organ—with its five manuals and eight thousand pipes. We were all spellbound. He placed her hand on the grained oak of the console, and she stood all alone facing us in her long, black velvet dress with her right arm extended, leaning slightly forward and touching the organ, with her head bowed.
Helen Keller stood there—hearing through her hand and sobbing. Probably a lot more than just me—probably lots of us in the audience were mouthing the words to ourselves— “Gird up your loins; fresh courage take. / Our God will never us forsake; / And soon we’ll have this tale to tell— / All is well! / All is well!” I could see my great-grandparents, converts from England, Wales, France, and Denmark, in that circle of their covered wagons, singing over their fires in the cold nights crossing the plains. Three of them had babies die; my great-grandmother was buried in Wyoming.
“And should we die before our journey’s through, / Happy day! / All is
well! / We then are free from toil and sorrow, too; / With the just we
shall dwell! / But if our lives are spared again / To see the Saints their rest obtain, / Oh, how we’ll make this chorus swell— / All is well! / All is well!”
So then—that tabernacle, that singing, 
my ancestors welling in me, my father beside me, that magnificent woman, all combined with the organ and the man who played it and the man who had led her to it—whatever passed between the organ and her passed on to me.
I believed. I believed it all—the seeing without seeing, the hearing without hearing, the going by feel toward something holy, something
that could make her cry, something that could move me, alter me, something as unexplainable as a vision or a mystic connection, something entering the pulse of a little girl, something that no matter what would never go away. What it had to do with Joseph Smith or his vision or his gospel I never would really understand—all I know to this day is that I believe.
well! / We then are free from toil and sorrow, too; / With the just we
shall dwell! / But if our lives are spared again / To see the Saints their rest obtain, / Oh, how we’ll make this chorus swell— / All is well! / All is well!”
So then—that tabernacle, that singing,
my ancestors welling in me, my father beside me, that magnificent woman, all combined with the organ and the man who played it and the man who had led her to it—whatever passed between the organ and her passed on to me.that could make her cry, something that could move me, alter me, something as unexplainable as a vision or a mystic connection, something entering the pulse of a little girl, something that no matter what would never go away. What it had to do with Joseph Smith or his vision or his gospel I never would really understand—all I know to this day is that I believe.
Chuck Tate
For The Family
What An Awesome Creator Our God Is
By Alan on Sep 15 in Blog tagged a beautiful world, Eloheim, Father, He is the way, Heavenly Father, How Great Thou Art, I believe, in store in heaven, Oh Lord my God, this on earth, what an awesome creator our God is | 1 Comment
What a Beautiful World God made for His Children!
Slippery when wet!
Even on your darkest day, there is a silver lining!
Now, that’s a shower! |
I’m not exactly sure why people are so
into climbing these things!
What a Beautiful World God made for His Children!!
Can you even imagine what HE must have in store for us in
HEAVEN if He did THIS on earth?
“This earth will become a great Urim and Thummim in its sanctified and immortal state.” D&C 130: 6-9
Kirk Matson
For The Family
I BELIEVE!
By Alan on May 24 in Blog tagged God's Magnificent Creations, I believe, The Family, thefamiliy, video | Comments Off
“And the Lord said unto Moses, How long will this people provoke me? …and how long will it be ere they believe me, for all the signs which I have shewed among them?” Num. 14:11
God’s Magnificent Creations
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“And all things, whatsoever ye shall ask in prayer, believing, ye shall receive.” Mark 11:31
Beverley Ramsay
For The Family
Everywhere I Look I See The Works Of God. – I Truly Believe!
By Alan on May 10 in Blog, Videos tagged Everywhere I look I see the works of God, God, I believe, Jesus Christ, The Family, thefamiliy | Comments Off
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Alan Osmond
For The Family 
The World May Think Otherwise But When It Comes To God, I BELIEVE!
By Alan on Apr 09 in Blog tagged Are you up there, I believe, LDS, Mormon, President Thomas S. Monson, The Book of Mormon, The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, The Osmonds | Comments Off
