I live in Michigan. Our ward still limits in-person sacrament meetings to under 50, socially distances, wears masks, has no singing or musical numbers, wipes down the pulpit between speakers, and Zooms in the remainder of the ward. I applaud the leaders for doing what they can...
It should be noted that not every ward in my area is as restrictive. Our bishop has a health condition that puts him at higher risk of illness. Also secular views that support greater caution, and (lest we forget) the keys & spiritual intuition for our specific ward’s needs.
I don’t doubt there are ppl sitting in my ward building today feeling despair about what they’re witnessing, maybe singing quietly behind their masks, looking for who to blame, trying to focus on the Lord’s hand in it instead of their own misgivings. It’s very hard to endure.
I’m also sure the bishopric is tired of wearing masks, tired of wiping down the pulpit, tired of listening to recorded hymns while they sit silent, & that they too fight not to blame. Some are inclined to blame those who create mandates, & some blame those who don’t comply.
We’ve had our year to feel reactionary. We’ve learned a lot abt ourselves & others by watching reactions under pressure. Some surprised us with their resilience, others with how quickly they came undone. It’s a new year now. Time to stop reacting & start responding with intent.
It’s hard to draw out real relevance from so many other valid priorities. Does God care what principles we hold regarding mortal affairs like culture & politics? Of course he does. Are there matters of infinitely greater importance than culture or politics? Yes! Yes there are.
What made it possible for Christ’s own tribe to convict & murder their Savior? Politics & culture. They sought a different kind of savior. They wanted rescue from their Roman overlords. He not only refused to provide it but stood as a testament against their small-minded desires.
Love God. Love one another. Suffer long, show mercy, forgive repeatedly, be meek, cease to find fault, love even your enemy, bless them that curse you, offer your other cheek for a second blow, give up your coat and your cloak—what politically volatile society will hear that?
How would Jesus fare on Twitter today, or in front of Congress? Would Hollywood, media, celebrities, sports stars, the intelligentsias of sciences & universities, billionaires, or world leaders embrace him? Could they even resist killing him, any better than Jerusalem did?
If he came among us, as one of us, as he did in the meridian of time among his own, he would be (say it with me) *cancelled.* The most important man in human history, the only one who could redeem each and all and EVERYthing on earth, would be as willfully devoured now as then.
He—the Son of God—would still have to surrender himself to our insipid mortal issues because as a whole, we CANNOT rise above it. But there is an “above it.” So much up there, so much higher than politics & culture. Getting our heads up *there* is the whole point of existence.
This life is a test. We just had a huge level-up moment: 2020, the year of reaction. 2021 must be the year of calculated response. Love God. Love one another. Suffer long, show mercy, forgive repeatedly...
Will I beg Christ to liberate me from government & forget he came to liberate me from sin? Will I ask him to “call down fire from heaven” to burn the wicked when he came w/mercy to call them to repentance? Will I “cancel” him if his methods don’t change my mortal circumstance?
There are people you love who are mad at you for your political & cultural positions. You too resist hating those who condemn your choices & those whose choices conflict with your own. We don’t win by getting our way. We win by getting through this Christ’s way. This is a test.
When the veil lifts, we will ask “How did I do?” We will not wonder who won an election or which of us was right about mask-wearing. These conditions, this corruption, this treacherous terrain—it was made to make *us*. It was made to reveal our nature. This is a test.
We can’t change everything. God gives us exactly the conditions we need to become the mightiest versions of ourselves, the finest offspring of his eternal species. We must focus on changing ourselves, becoming fire-refined gold, being a force for good in our sphere of influence.
Be not as the pharisees or mobs, the Caesars, the hypocrites. Disciples of Christ have greater goals. Seek righteousness, be holy, show mercy. Open your mouth in testimony, not to revile. Raise your hands in praise, not anger. Seek your brother’s redemption, not his demise.
We’ve all been thrown to the ground many times this past year. Get up. Wash it off you. Christ will bind your wounds. Devote yourself entirely to his will & his methods, leaving no room for cankering pride. You don’t yet know how powerful you are under his guidance. But you will.
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.”
“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