There are Christians who believe God parted the Red Sea, flooded the earth while sparing one ark, & provided a Savior to redeem all mankind from death—who also think it’s crazy that an ancient civilization buried their sacred scriptures & God sent a young man to unearth it...
Some believe demons can talk thru a board game, but not that God can translate with stones. Aliens, ghosts, cursed objects, haunted houses, dark power, deals w/ the devil: believable. Divine species, holy spirits, blessed objects, sacred places, Priesthood, covenants: ridiculous.
Is this sound logic? How does one arrive at such a paradoxical opinion? C.S. Lewis said, “All that we call human history is the long, terrible story of man trying to find something other than God which will make him happy.”
Anyone determined enough to deflect moral responsibility will deny faith, but is actually willing to believe or worship anything, break any law & commit to any manner of willful blindness, to avoid admitting that an Authority exists to whom he is morally accountable.
Absolutes exist. Natural law will have its demands met. Before you believe a man who calls God impossible, examine what he worships instead.
Before you excuse the plausibility of gold plates, angels, and modern miracles, compare it to the plausibility of the Christian worldview you already hold. Is it really so impossible, or is it just a little scary that God might compel you to change?
It’s okay to think, “I’m not ready for that, I haven’t arrived at a place that I can fully consider it.” But don’t deceive yourself that the material before you contradicts God’s will, methods, or evidential history.
Constructive discussion begins with intellectual honesty. If you believe in God, His Divine Son, & the canonized Christian Bible, then The Book of Mormon is historically possible & its doctrine is theologically sound. Is it true? That is the relevant question.
“Allow Him to make more of you than you can make of yourself on your own. Treasure His involvement. Sometimes we consider changes in our plans as missteps on our journey. Think of them more as first steps to being 'on the Lord’s errand' (D&C 64:29)." #RonaldARasband
It’s been a tough year. Relentless calamity, social instability, pandemic lockdowns, political chaos. Life events of the simplest nature & need have been cancelled. People we love or admire have buckled under the pressure, let us down, faded away. The isolation can be crippling.
The road, however straight, feels to be narrowing with every step. The demoralizing noise from the great & spacious building is mind-numbing. Dangerous detours are tempting. The haze of despair is thick & blinding. It’s so much. It is just so much.
Lewis believed nothing must frustrate the devil so much as his inability to create. Satan can only corrupt existing creations thru the hands of mortal subordinates. Love becomes lust, nourishment becomes gluttony, joy becomes empty pleasure. Nothing serves him until it’s twisted.
Evil itself is not a “thing,” but the absence of good. Dark is the absence of light. Cold is the absence of heat. Hate is the absence of love. It has been rightfully claimed that hate is not actually love’s opposite: The opposite of love is hunger—to need love & never be filled.
In an eternal sense, God being Love Itself, the absence of love—the absence of the Lord—creates a hunger that never satiates. This emptiness is an anguish that never sleeps. If you see hate in another’s eyes, you are witnessing hunger for love.
The world is in commotion & the Church has been changing rapidly to adapt. Many have watched their best, most well-intentioned plans to serve the Lord turn to dust & sift between their fingers. That which has disrupted society feels to have disrupted God’s work...
We, like Abraham with his son Isaac, have been asked to lay our own will upon the altar & sacrifice it for the will of the Lord. Sometimes he places a ram in the thicket. “Thank you,” he says. “You gave me your will. Now MY will for you has changed.”
We may be inclined to see this disruption in the sacrificial process as a denial. We may hesitate to lower the knife. Why wld God refuse to let me do this, just as I summoned the courage to follow through? Why has he taken this away? Was it not his will? What now will I give him?
I was talking to a friend recently who showed me a picture and said, “I was smiling then. I didn’t know that reality was about to hit me like freight train.” I replied w/ something that had crossed my mind before but without context. Maybe it was meant for my friend all along...
“Why do we always call it reality if it’s really, really bad? Maybe the bad stuff is just corruption in the code. Maybe reality is the good stuff, the good people. Maybe what’s real is beautiful and it’s everything else that means nothing in the end.”
It’s so hard to believe good things will happen. We’re conditioned to expect everything will be awful, down to the tiniest inconvenience. The struggle is part of the story, obviously. But the struggle is the messy middle. The END is ALWAYS remedied by grace. THAT is reality.
“Above all, do not lie to yourself. A man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to a point where he does not discern any truth either in himself or anywhere around him, and thus falls into disrespect towards himself and others...” #FyodorDostoevsky
“Not respecting anyone, he ceases to love, and having no love, he gives himself up to passions and coarse pleasures, in order to occupy and amuse himself, and in his vices reaches complete bestiality, and it all comes from lying continually to others and to himself.” #Dostoevsky
“A man who lies to himself is often the first to take offense. It sometimes feels very good to take offense, doesn’t it? And surely he knows that no one has offended him, & that he himself has invented the offense and told lies just for the beauty of it...” #Dostoevsky
I have a few. Let me start with an inspiration that happened to someone else, for me. One morning in late November, my neighbor crossed the street to be at my door. This is a risk to her. She is legally blind...
She can see vague shapes and bright colors. She’s usually accompanied by her husband when she comes by. This time she was alone and carrying a gift basket—an added risk. The basket contained Christmas treats, toys, and books, for my then-small children.
Her family are the kindest & most Christian of people, though not members of the Church. “Your family has been on my heart,” she said. “I don’t know why.” I knew why, and I told her immediately. My dad had passed away within the hour from a long and terrible illness.