Sometimes change comes in ways we want it least, and seems impossible when we want it most. But through Christ, we can change—and we can cope with change.

Sections:
Introduction 0:10
Beliefs and Change 11:51
Invitations to Reflection Facilitate Change 16:17
Voices of Authority 19:34
Caterpillars and Change 23:00
Cocooning 26:11
Structural Coupling with the Lord 28:16
Come unto Christ and Become More Like Him 31:49
The Savior: The Ultimate and Only True and Living Change Agent 37:25

This talk was given on April 7, 1998.

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"So, let’s talk about change. I love change! I love it. I’ll admit it. I’m passionate about it. Actually, I’m just plain wild about change! I’m professionally committed to it—and personally enamored by it. Professionally I try to facilitate it and study it, and I love to participate in it. Personally, I advocate it, seek after it, and, basically, am in awe of it.

Personally and professionally I am a detective of change. I want to discover change when everyone else says there is none present nor possible. I guess that’s as close as I come to my Sherlock Holmes name of “Dr. Watson.”

For 25 years I have had the privilege of working with other seekers of change—they go by the title of “clients”: individuals, couples, and families who want change. They want something to be different in their lives.

I’m not sure when my love of change commenced, but I still remember the thrill that accompanied one of the first big changes in my life: the change of advancing from riding a tricycle to riding a bicycle. The brief sinking feeling that accompanied my awareness that my Dad had let go of the back of my bike and was no longer running alongside and holding me up was quickly replaced by exhilaration. I was riding a twowheeler—all by myself! A few wobbles on the heavily graveled road and I was off! I could go further, faster. My world suddenly got bigger.

I loved this change. And I loved the exhilaration that accompanied this change. A change in the number of wheels on my vehicle changed my speed, changed what I could explore, changed even my view of myself. I was all grown up now—or so I thought. And I loved those changes.

My progression to a bicycle was a change that involved much more than a decrease in wheels. It involved moving forward in my life—and realizing that my Dad believed I could move forward, even forward faster than I thought I could. I was embracing something new I’d never tried before. Riding a bicycle didn’t feel anything like riding a tricycle. It felt more like flying!

When I advanced from twowheeling it on a bicycle to twowheeling it on a brandnew blue Honda 50, I was in ecstasy. By paying for half of this marvelous flying machine, this change in mode of transportation brought increased responsibility into my life. This change also brought increased confidence, increased vulnerability, and increased possibilities—all part of the wonderful world of change.

My blue Honda 50 introduced me to another world: the world of men. I met a young man with a red Suzuki. Think of that: a red Suzuki and a blue Honda—now this was true, everlasting love. Well, at least for a summer—and then all that changed." Wendy L. Watson