Month: March 2005

  • "Stay at home alone on a Friday, Flat on my floor looking back On old love Or lack thereof, After all the crushes have faded And all my wishful thinking was wrong; I'm jaded; I hate it

    "I'm tired of being alone, So hurry up and get here. So tired of being alone, So hurry up and get here, Get here . . ." (John Mayer)



    It's really strange to be in the last 4 weeks now. It's getting harder and harder to focus and stay motivated when I know that I won't be back here for 2 and half years. I'm feeling anxious.

    I added some new profile pictures. My hair is getting long again.

    You know what I realized yesterday? I changed. In a way, I turned liberal. Does that mean that I am simply defined as being the opposite of the people around me? I hope not. I'm still right wing ideologically, don't get me wrong, but I am definately more . . . Well for example. At Stevenson I hated the tolerance and diversity that was thrown at me. But now, now I think I appreciate diversity, and I understand tolerance more. Perhaps temperance is a better word. Temperance. I have developed temperance. I hope that isn't code for wishy-washy moderateness. And I hope I haven't changed too much. There were things that I used to be so passionately against. And now I'm just not. Does that mean I have lost my passion? I would like to think not.

    I mean, I used to hate John Mayer with a passion- a passion based solely on principle. Now I just listened to a John Mayer song 16 times in a row. What have I turned into? We'll see what the summer brings.

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  • Sorry I have been neglecting xanga . . . actually, I've just been spending my time over at Truth_Is_Reason.

    So . . . yesterday turned out to be really fun. After TOPS I went to the American Heritage Lab with Adrien. Then we ate lunch and started talking, and then we went to the Eyring Science Center to play with the science displays there. She decided to go to my next class with me, so she came to my Physical Science review. After that I went to her math class. It was kinda nice to go to a class a not pay attention at all and not get punished for it! lol. But I never want to take Math again ever. *shudder*

    Last night Mark, Dani, Lindsay, her sister Tiffani, and I went to go see The Work and the Glory. Amazing book, decent movie. The acting was alright, but I think there were anacronisms in the movie that weren't in the book. Oh well. We crammed back into car and decided we were going to hike to the "Y." (big cement "Y" in the mountains visible from down below)

    So well after midnight, we parked up near the mountain and started hiking. I learned a few things about myself (shut up I don't care that that sounded cheesy). I'm scared of heights. (shut up I don't care if that sounded wimpy) I didn't know that. I have no problem with roller coasters, air planes, Devil's Lake, or really any so called "height" in Illinois. A mountain is different. I will confess, as we walked up those steep trails next to steep dropoffs in the darkness of night, I was a little uneasy. I even at times felt that unshakable feeling like I was falling. It's like standing next to a sky scrapper and starring up at the top- you know how then you feel like you're falling even though you're really just standing on a sidewalk. That was me. And I don't know why. No one else had that problem. Oh well. Going down wasn't bad at all, so I bet if I did it again I wouldn't be bothered by it, particularly if during the day. It was just a bit of a foreign experience.

    We didn't get to the "Y" until around 2 am. It was beautiful. Looking out at the whole valley with all the little white, yellow, red, even green lights stretched across the darkness like stars. It was like landing in Chicago at night, only I wasn't in an air plane, I was on a mountain. It really put me in my place in the Universe. Here I was, this small speck on this huge mountain in the huge world with so many lights, so many people. I felt so small. I felt so . . . in the hands of someone bigger than us all. It was one of those "How Great Thou Art" moments. "O Lord my God, When I in awesome wonder, Consider all the worlds Thy Hands have made; I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder, Thy power throughout The universe displayed. Then sings my soul, My Savior God, to Thee, How great Thou art, How great Thou art . . ."

    Anyways. We hiked down much faster and much easier. He got back to DT around 3 (we had to park the car at Dani's sisters across campus though). Some people were watching Lord of the Rings in the day room. I joined in while eating some macaroni and cheese. I was asleep by 5 am. And that was my Friday.

    "And when I think, that God, His Son not sparing; Sent Him to die, I scarce can take it in; That on the Cross, My burden gladly bearing, He bled and died To take away my sin. Then sings my soul, My Savior God, to Thee, How great Thou art, How great Thou art . . ."

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  • What a busy day.

    I studied for and took my Book of Mormon Test . . . got an 88! Yippee! Unfortunately that (and classes) took up most of my day, until 6, when I met the ward to rehearse our spring sing skit.

    Spring Sing tonight was crazy fun. All the wards did a 10 min. skit. Our ward, of course, dominated. We went first with a comedic skit that looked at the crossection of a ward activity. I thought it was hilarious to say the least.

    Perhaps the best part of the entire night, however, was "If I ran the Morris Center" sung to the tune of "If I had a Million Dollars" by Bare Naked Ladies. The song made my night.

  • Bishop Miller was released today, and Bishop Romboy was called in his stead. I'll confess I was kinda emotional about it. I love Bishop Romboy, and am glad that he is my Bishop, but I also loved Brother Miller, and will really miss his service. Brother Miller changed my life profoundly in a very personal way. I will always remember him and honor him for it. I am so grateful for priesthood leaders like Brother Miller-- leaders who typify Christ-like love and service. Love and service equal charity, and he who hath charity has all. I am so grateful for these righteous leaders in my life.

    I wrote some thoughts about Salvation on my other xanga site, Truth_is_Reason.

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  • I have updated my xanga skin to include a "Soapbox" section below the Lyrics and above the blogrings. Included are just a few of my classic soapboxes. Check it out!

    I am also considering adding a section for the top 5 DBE_BG1 xanga posts of all time. But what would those top 5 be? I picked a few (ok a lot) of my favorites . . . Now pick your favorite!

    Fond Memories:
    College Adventures Part One (prank war)
    College Adventures Part Two (stealing shower curtains)
    A Memorable Date
    Swing Dancing
    Great America (it's the comments that make this one so funny)
    High Adventure 2003

    Significant Events:
    Mr. SHS and the A.P. Art Show
    Lifegaurding Rescue
    My First Prom
    Getting a new Brother!
    Youth Conference 2004

    Opinions or Rants:
    Art: Spiritual vs. Sensual
    Day of Silence
    A Bad Day

    Spiritual Posts:
    Why I am so "into" my Religion.
    A Powerful Conversation

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    P.S. This song made my day. So funny. Watch the flash.

  • You know what's nice about the weather being so absolutely beautiful and warm and sunny?  (If the terrain itself can't be beautiful, at least the weather is).  What is nice about the nice weather is that there are significantly more people outside.  This means that all the park benches are full.  This means that there is a higher probability of me finding the love of my life.  Therefore, the nice weather increases my chances of finding a wife.  Granted, there's the whole mission thing first, not to mention the whole growing up, getting a job, and graduating school thing.  But still.  That doesn't mean I can't meet her now.  Or better yet, practice dating girls I meet at park benches so that when the girl at the park bench comes along, I will be ready. Hmmm?

    I need to go do something productive with my time.

    11:45 p.m. Edit:
    So I had a fun night, even though I didn't expect to. I thought I was going to just sit around watching minority report alone (*tear*) but then Adrien IMed me and we decided to walk to Cafe Rio. Such good food. We got a chocolate flan with strawberries and whipped cream on top. I don't know what the heck a flan is, but that desert was delicious! It was euphoric. mmmm. Ok I'm done. Good night.

    2:15 a.m. Edit:
    So Mike, Eric, Mark, B-rad, Gregg, and I had some new adventures tonight- er morning. These ones will call for a repeat. And that Jeff and Phil- trouble makers I tell ya. (protected entry coming soon)

  • So I know you are dying to hear about tonight's adventures, as adventures they were.

    After Josh and I went to the weight room to work out (my goal is to pretty much get uber huge in 2 months ), we met up with Eric and JohnJohn for the Pirate Night Feast at the Morris Center. That means 3 things. 1. Unlimited AND Tasty meat 2. Really cool decorations, like a giant ship with cannons that lit up and shot out smoke, and props, including plastic swords 3. Really good desert- ice cream with these fried/caramelized bananas in sauce on top. mmmmmmm. Dinner was obviously our first adventure.

    Adventure number two was running like crazy to catch the bus. There we met up with Mike and Mark, and so the five us traveled across the great terrain to the distant land of Wal-Mart. (five because sadly, JohnJohn got lost and was unable to make it through adventure two)

    At Wal-Mart we purchased exotic goods like oil for Eric's lighter, a watch for Josh, a kick ball for Mike, food for the rest of us, and 15 oz cans of mountain dew (a very foreign drink) also for Eric. We missed the bus home, and thus had to wait for the next bus. Oh what adventures come next.

    We decided to pass the time by walking to another bus stop, stopping at Krispy Kreme along the way. As we crossed the parking lot, we noticed an unstarted car with the driver and passenger just sitting there. We thought it odd, but not nearly as when we saw another car pull up behind the first car and proceed to push the car along. As both cars approached a straight, long stretch of road, the second car began to speed up, launching the first car at full speed ahead. We looked at each other like, hmm, with no power, how is this car going to stop when it's going so fast- and it was fast. The car doesn't stop. It still, however, is not turned on. It turns around the parking lot and onto the road until it begins to coast and needs another push. The two cars continue the bizarre ritual out of site.

    When we get to Krispy Kreme, we discover much to our dismay that it is being remodeled and so the doors are locked. Our hearts were lifted, though, when we realized that the drive-thru was still functioning. Not having a car didn't stop us. We lined up as if we were in a car (Mark driving, Mike shot gun, I was the squished kid in the middle back seat), and "drove" up to the drive-thru menu where we were greeted with "What do you want?" "Doughnuts," we replied (duh!). I don't think the voice was that amused by us. But he let us buy our doughnuts, prompting us to "pull forward." We did. We again "drove" up to the window, paid for the doughnuts, and were on our way.

    Perhaps the climax of our adventures was at the new bus stop where we discovered our magical powers. The magical powers of fire, that is. It started by filling the lighter and playing with it. Then Eric spilled some lighter fluid stuff on his arm. He thought to himself, "hmm, how should I get this off me?" to which a little voice replied, "burn it. burn it off you." So He did. He lit the lighter fluid on his arm, and sure enough it burned off. Then came the sudden revelation that fire, in addition to burning oil, will burn hair. Eric now has a bald spot on his arm. (If you're laughing, imagine that times ten and that's what we were doing). Then came the second revelation. Though his hair was singed, his skin was not.

    So Mark puts a puddle of lighter fluid in his hand and lights it. Bam- instant fire ball in his hand that easily disappears when he shakes it closed. Eric tries the same, goes to shake the fireball out, sees that it is still burning, panics wide-eyed, and shakes wildly while slapping his hand on his thigh. (If you're laughing, imagine that times 50 and that was what we were doing).

    Also, during this time two girls approached us. Mike offered doughnuts, but apparently we scared them away and they walked to the next bus stop. A guy likewise approached us, and was similarly scared.

    But we had fun. And those are my Wednesday night adventures.

  • This weather has been way too nice over the past three days. Today it was so sunny that I just had to eat outside, but it was so warm that I had to sit in the shade. And it's only the first week of March. Where did winter go? It's not fair that spring is here so soon. I mean how can I possibly do all the work that I need to do when all I want to do is go outside to play? How can I possibly do homework when everyone is walking around and talking with smiles on their faces all happy like (including me). Hmm? How am I supposed to stay indoors- where school and school work are- when the outside world is so much nicer than the inside world? Obviously if God wants me to get good grades, then he will make it rainy and dark and dreary, otherwise I am just going to have to spend my time enjoying the outside world of His creation.

    Obviously the past few days have been wonderful and cheery despite the big test I took this morning. Lalala. Monday night I watched Signs for the first time. Good movie. Heather was right, Christian undertones prevail through out through symbolism. I like it. I forgot what ever else it was I had to say. Maybe I will be back to add to this post.

    I finished How Wide the Divide by the way. Great book. Neither side takes any punches- they stand by what they believe, and yet legitimate conversation ensues. I highly recommend this book. In fact, I think this book could change the way Americans interact with each other.

  • I read the following article for my book of Mormon Class and thought that it was very inspiring. It is a speech initially given as a BYU Devotional, so keep in mind the audience is college age Latter-day Saints. This speech really captures the essense of Salvation from the LDS point of view (using LDS terminology).

    BELIEVING CHRIST: A Practical Approach to the Atonement
    Stephen E. Robinson, BYU Devotional, 29 May 1990 (Emphasis added)

          The greatest dichotomy, the greatest problem in the entire universe, consists of two facts.  The first we can read in Doctrine and Covenants 1:31: “For I the Lord cannot look upon sin with the least degree of allowance.” That means he can’t stand it, he can’t tolerate it, he can’t blink, or look the other way, or sweep it under the rug. He can’t tolerate sin in the least degree.  The other side of the dichotomy is very simply put: I sin, and so do you.  If that were all there were to the equation the conclusion would be inescapable that we, as sinful beings, cannot be tolerated in the presence of God.
          But that is not all there is to the equation.  This morning I would like to talk to you about the Atonement of Christ, that glorious plan by which this dichotomy can be resolved.  I would like to share with you incidents from my own life that illustrate how the Atonement works in a practical, everyday setting.

    Believing Christ
          First is a story about my son, Michael, who did something wrong when he was six or seven years old.  He’s my only son, and I’m hard on him.  I want him to be better than his dad was, even as a boy, and so I lean on him and expect a great deal.  Well, he had done something I thought was incredibly vile, and I let him know how terrible it was.  I sent him to his room with the instructions, “Don’t you dare come out until I come and get you.”
          And then I forgot.  It was some hours later, as I was watching television that I heard his door open and heard the tentative footsteps coming down the hall.  I said, “Oh, my gosh,” and ran to my end of the hall to see him standing with swollen eyes and tears on his cheeks at the other end.  He looked up at me—he wasn’t quite sure he should have come out—and said, “Dad, can’t we ever be friends again?”  Well, I melted, ran to him, and hugged him.  He’s my boy, and I love him.
          Like Michael, we all do things that disappoint our Father, that separate us from his presence and spirit.  There are times when we get sent to our rooms spiritually.  There are sins that maim; there are sins that wound our spirits.  Some of you know what it is like to do something that makes you feel as if you just drank raw sewage.  You can wash, but you can never get clean.  When that happens, sometimes we ask the Lord as we lift up our eyes, “O Father, can’t we ever be friends again?”
          The answer that can be found in all the scriptures is a resounding “Yes, through the Atonement of Christ.”  I particularly like the way it is put in Isaiah 1:18.  “Come now, and let us reason together, saith the Lord: though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool.”  I like to paraphrase that for my students.  What the Lord is saying is, “I don’t care what you did.  It doesn’t matter what you did.  I can erase it, I can make you pure and worthy and innocent and celestial.”
          Brothers and sisters, to have faith in Christ is not merely to believe that he is who he says he is, to believe in Christ. Sometimes, to have faith in Christ is also to believe Christ. Both as a bishop and as a teacher in the Church, I have learned there are many that believe Jesus is the Son of God and that he is the Savior of the World, but that he cannot save them. They believe in his identity, but not in his power to cleanse and to save. To have faith in his identity is only half the process. To have faith in his ability, in his power to cleanse and save, that is the other half. We must not only believe in Christ, we must believe Christ when he says, “I can cleanse you and make you celestial.”
          When I was a bishop, I used to hear several variations on a theme.  Sometimes it was, “Bishop, I’ve punched my ticket wrong.  I’ve just made mistakes that have gotten me off the wrong track, and you can’t get there from here.”  I’ve heard those who say, “Bishop, I’ve sinned too horribly.  I can’t have the full blessings of the gospel because I did this, or I did that.  I’ll come to Church, and I’ll be active, and I’m hoping for a pretty good reward, but I couldn’t receive the full blessings of exaltation in the celestial kingdom after what I’ve done.”  There are those members who say, “Bishop, I’m just an average Saint.  I’m weak and imperfect, and I don’t have all the talents that Sister So-and-So does, or Brother So-and-So does.  I’ll never be in the bishopric, or I’ll never be Relief Society president.  I’m just average.  I hope for a place a little further down.”  All of these are variations of the same theme: “I do not believe Christ can do what he claims.  I have no faith in his ability to exalt me.”
          My favorite is a fellow who said to me once, “Bishop, I’m just not celestial material.” Well, I’d had enough, so I said back to him, “Why don’t you admit your problem? You’re not celestial material? Welcome to the club.  None of us are!  None of us qualify on the terms of perfection required for the presence of God by ourselves.  Why don’t you just admit that you don’t have faith in the ability of Christ to do what he says he can do?”  He got angry.  He had always believed in Christ.  He said, “I have a testimony of Jesus.  I believe in Christ.”  I said, “Yes, you believe in Christ.  You simply do not believe Christ, because he says even though you are not celestial material, he can make you celestial material.”

    Why He is Called the Savior
          Sometimes the weight of the demand for perfection drives us to despair.  Sometimes we fail to believe that most choice portion of the gospel that says he can change us and bring us into his kingdom.  Let me share an experience that happened about ten years ago.  My wife and I were living in Pennsylvania.  Things were going pretty well; I’d been promoted.  It was a good year for us, though a trying year for Janet.  That year she had our fourth child, graduated from college, passed the CPA exam, and was made Relief Society president.  We had temple recommends; we had family home evening.  I was in the bishopric.  I thought we were headed for “LDS yuppiehood.”  Then one night the lights went out.  Something happened in my wife that I can only describe as “dying spiritually.”  She wouldn’t talk about it; she wouldn’t tell me what was wrong.  That was the worst part.  For a couple of weeks she did not wish to participate in spiritual things.  She asked to be released from her callings, and she would not open up and tell me what was wrong.
          Finally, after about two weeks, one night I made her mad and it came out.  She said, “All right.  You want to know what’s wrong?  I’ll tell you what’s wrong.  I can’t do it anymore.  I can’t lift it.  I can’t get up at 5:30 in the morning and bake bread and sew clothes and help my kids with their homework and do my own homework and do my Relief Society stuff and get my genealogy done and write the congressman and go to the PTA meetings and write the missionaries…” And she just started naming one brick after another that had been laid on her, explaining all the things she could not do.  She said, “I don’t have the talent that Sister Morrell has.  I can’t do what Sister Childs does.  I try not to yell at the kids, but I lose control, and I do.  I’m just not perfect, and I’m not ever going to be perfect.  I’m not going to make it to the celestial kingdom, and I’ve finally admitted that to myself.  You and the kids can go, but I can’t lift it.  I’m not ‘Molly Mormon,’ and I’m not ever going to be perfect, so I’ve given up. Why break my back?”
          Well, we started to talk, and it was a long night.  I asked her, “Janet, do you have a testimony?”  She said, “Of course I do!  That’s what’s so terrible.  I know it’s true.  I just can’t do it.”  I said, “Have you kept the covenants you made when you were baptized?”  She said, “I’ve tried and I’ve tried, but I cannot keep all the commandments all the time.”
          Then I rejoiced because I knew what was wrong, and I could see the light at the end of the tunnel.  It wasn’t any of those horrible things I thought it might be.  Who would have thought after eight years of marriage, after all the lessons we’d given and heard, and after all we had read and done in the Church, who would have thought that Janet did not know the gospel of Christ?  You see, she was trying to save herself.  She knew why Jesus is a coach, a cheerleader, an advisor, a teacher.  She knew why he is an example, the head of the Church, the Elder Brother, or even God.  She knew all of that, but she did not understand why he is called the Savior.  Janet was trying to save herself with Jesus as an advisor.  Brothers and sisters, we can’t.  No one can.  No one is perfect—not even the Brethren.
          Please turn to Ether 3:2.  This is about one of the greatest prophets that ever lived, the brother of Jared.  His faith is so great that he is about to pierce the veil and see the spiritual body of Christ.  As he begins to pray, he says, “Now behold, O Lord, and do not be angry with thy servant because of his weakness before thee; [One of the greatest prophets who ever lived, and he starts his prayer with an apology as an imperfect being for approaching a perfect God.] for we know that thou art holy and dwellest in the heavens, and that we are unworthy before thee, because of the fall our natures have become evil continually; nevertheless, O Lord, thou hast given us a commandment that we must call upon thee, that from thee we may receive according to our desires.”
          Of course we fail at the celestial level.  That’s why we need a savior, and we are commanded to approach God and to call upon him so we may receive according to our desires.  In the New Testament the Savior says, “Blessed are they which do hunger and thirst after righteousness: for they shall be filled” (Matthew 5:6).  We misinterpret that frequently.  We think that means blessed are the righteous.  It does not.  When are you hungry?  When are you thirsty?  When you don’t have the object of your desire.  Blessed are those who hunger and thirst after the righteousness that God has, after the righteousness of the celestial kingdom, because as that is the desire of their heart, they can achieve it—they will be filled.  We may receive “according to our desires.”

    Becoming One
          Perfection comes through the Atonement of Christ.  We become one with him, with a perfect being.  And as we become one, there is a merger.  Some of my students are studying business, and they understand it better if I talk in the business terms.  You take a small bankrupt firm that’s about ready to go under and merge it with a corporate giant.  What happens?  Their assets and liabilities flow together, and the new entity that is created is solvent.
          It’s like when Janet and I got married.  I was overdrawn; Janet had money in the bank.  By virtue of making that commitment, of entering into that covenant relationship of marriage with my wife, we became a joint account.  No longer was there an I, and no longer a she—now it was we.  My liabilities and her assets flowed into each other, and for the first time in months I was in the black.
          Spiritually, this is what happens when we enter into the covenant relationship with our Savoir.  We have liabilities; he has assets.  He proposes to us a covenant relationship.  I use the word “propose” on purpose because it is a marriage of a spiritual sort that is being proposed.  That is why he is called the Bridegroom.  This covenant relationship is so intimate that it can be described as a marriage.  I become one with Christ, and as partners we work together for my salvation and my exaltation.  My liabilities and his assets flow into each other.  I do all that I can do, and he does what I cannot yet do.  The two of us together are perfect.
          This is why the Savior says in Matthew 11:28 “Come unto me, all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.”  What heavier load is there than the demand for perfection, that you must do it all, that you must make yourself perfect in this life before you can have any hope in the next?  What heavier burden is there than that?  That is the yoke of the law.  “Come unto me, all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give your rest.  Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls.  For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light” (Matthew 11:28-30).

    “Trust Me”
          Turn, if you will, to 2 Nephi 4:17-19.  You know the prophet Nephi.  He was one of the great prophets, yet he has a sense of his need for the Savior and his reliance upon the Savior.  He says, “O wretched man that I am! Yea, my heart sorroweth because of my flesh; my soul grieveth because of mine iniquities.  I am encompassed about, because of the temptation and the sins which do so easily beset me.  And when I desire to rejoice, my heart groaneth because of my sins.”
          Did Nephi have an appreciation for his mortal condition, for his need of the Savior to be saved from his sins?  Oh yes, and the key is what comes nest, “nevertheless, I know in whom I have trusted.”  All right, I’m imperfect.  My sins bother me.  I’m not celestial yet, but I know in whom I have trusted.  Nephi trusted in the power of Jesus Christ to cleanse him of his sins and to bring him into the kingdom of God.
          I had a friend who used to say quite frequently, “Well, I figure my life is half over, and I’m halfway to the celestial kingdom, so I’m right on schedule.”  One day I asked her, “Judy, what happens if you die tomorrow?”  It was the first time that thought had ever occurred to her.  “Let’s see, halfway to the celestial kingdom is…mid-terrestrial!  That’s not good enough!”
          We need to know that in this covenant relationship we have with the Savior, if we should die tomorrow, we have hope of the celestial kingdom.  That hope is one of the promised blessings of the covenant relationship.  Yet many of us do not understand it or take advantage of it.
          When our twin daughters were small, we decided to take them to the public pool and teach them how to swim. I remember starting with Rebekah.  As I went down into the water with Rebekah, I thought, “I’m going to teach her how to swim.”  But as we went down into the water, in her mind was the thought, “My dad is going to drown me.  I’m going to die!”  The water was only three and a half feed deep, but Becky was only three feet deep.  She was so petrified that she began to scream and cry and kick and scratch and was unteachable.
          Finally, I just had to grab her.  I threw my arms around her, and I just held her, and I said, “Becky, I’ve got you.  I’m your dad.  I love you.  I’m not going to let anything bad happen to you.  Now relax.”  Bless her heart, she trusted me.  She relaxed, and I put my arms under her and said, “Okay, now kick your legs.”  And we began to learn how to swim.
          Spiritually there are some of us who are similarly petrified by the questions “Am I celestial?  Am I going to make it?  Was I good enough today?”  We’re so terrified of whether we’re going to live or die, or whether we’ve made it to the kingdom or not, that we cannot make any progress.  It’s at those times when the Savior grabs us and throws his arms around us and says, “I’ve got you.  I love you.  I’m not going to let you die.  Now relax and trust me.”  If we can relax and trust him and believe him, as well as believe in him, then together we can begin to learn to live the gospel.  Then he puts his arms under us and says, “Okay, now pay tithing.  Very good.  Now pay a full tithing.” And so we begin to make progress.
          Turn to Alma 34:14-16.  “And behold, this is the whole meaning of the law, every whit pointing to that great and last sacrifice; and that great and last sacrifice will be the Son of God, yea, infinite and eternal.  And thus he shall bring salvation to all those who shall believe on his name this being the intent of this last sacrifice, to bring about the bowels of mercy, which overpowereth justice, and bringeth about means unto men that they may have faith unto repentance.  And thus mercy can satisfy the demands of justice, and encircles them in the arms of safety.”  “The arms of safety”—that is my favorite phrase in the Book of Mormon.
          Brothers and sisters, do Mormons believe in being saved?  If I ask my classes that question with just the right twang in my voice, “Do we believe in being saved?”  I can generally get about a third of my students to shake their heads and say, “Oh no, no! Those other guys believe in that.”  What a tragedy! Brothers and sisters, we believe in being saved.  That’s why Jesus is called the Savior.  What good is it to have a savior if no one is saved? It’s like having a lifeguard that won’t get out of the chair.  “There goes another one down.  Try the backstroke!  Oh, too bad, he didn’t make it.”  We have a savior who can save us from ourselves from what we lack, from our imperfections, from the carnal individual within us.
          Turn to Doctrine and Covenants 76:68-69.  In Joseph’s vision of the celestial kingdom, he describes those who are there in these terms: “These are they whose names are written in heaven, where God and Christ are the judge of all.  These are they who are just men made perfect through Jesus the mediator of the new covenant.”  Just men and women, good men and women, those who hunger and thirst after righteousness, made perfect through Jesus, the mediator of the new covenant.

    Give Him All That We Have
          As my wife and I talked about her feeling of inadequacy and her feeling that she couldn’t do it and that she couldn’t make it, I had a hard time reaching her until finally I hit upon something that happened in our family just a couple of months earlier.  In our home it now called the parable of the bicycle.
          After I had come home from school one day, I was sitting in a chair reading the newspaper.  My daughter Sarah, who was seven years old, came in and said, “Dad, can I have a bike? I’m the only kid on the block who doesn’t have a bike.”  Well, I didn’t have enough money to buy her a bike, so I stalled her and said, “Sure, Sarah.”  She said, “How? When?”  I said, “You save all your pennies, and pretty soon you’ll have enough for a bike.”  And she went away.
          A couple of weeks later as I was sitting in the same chair, I was aware of Sarah doing something for her mother and getting paid.  She went into the other room and I heard “clink, clink.”  I asked, “Sarah, what are you doing?”  She came out and she had a little jar all cleaned up with a slit cut in the lid and a bunch of pennies in the bottom.  She looked at me and said, “You promised me that if I saved all my pennies, pretty soon I’d have enough for a bike.  And, Daddy, I’ve saved every single one of them.”
          She’s my daughter, and I love her.  My heart melted.  She was doing everything in her power to follow my instructions.  I hadn’t actually lied to her.  If she saved all her pennies she would eventually have enough for a bike, but by then she would want a car.  But her needs weren’t being met.  Because I love her, I said, “Let’s go downtown and look at bikes.”
          We went to every store in Williamsport, Pennsylvania.  Finally we found it—the perfect bicycle, the one she knew in the premortal existence.  She got up on that bike; she was thrilled.  She then saw the price tag, reached down, and turned it over.  When she saw how much it cost, her face fell and she started to cry.  She said, “Oh Dad, I’ll never have enough for a bicycle.”
          So I said, “Sarah, how much do you have?”  She answered, “Sixty-one cents.”  I said, “I’ll tell you what.  You give me everything you’ve got and a hug and a kiss, and the bike is yours.”  Well, she’s never been stupid.  She gave me a hug and a kiss.  She gave me the sixty-one cents.  Then I had to drive home very slowly because she wouldn’t get off the bike.  She rode home on the sidewalk, and as I drove along slowly beside her it occurred to me that this was a parable for the Atonement of Christ.
          We all want something desperately—it isn’t a bicycle.  We want the celestial kingdom.  We want to be with our Father in Heaven.  And no matter how hard we try, we come up short.  At some point we realize, “I can’t do this!”  That was the point my wife had reached.  It is at that point that the sweetness of the gospel covenant comes to our taste as the Savior proposes, “I’ll tell you what.  All right, you’re not perfect.  How much do you have? What can you do? Where are you now? Give me all you’ve got, and I’ll pay the rest.  Give me a hug and a kiss; enter into a personal relationship with me, and I will do what remains undone.”
          There is good news and bad news here.  The bad news is that he still requires our best effort.  We must try, we must work—we must do all that we can.  But the good news is that having done all we can, it is enough—for now.  Together we’ll make progress in the eternities, and eventually we will become perfect—but in the meantime, we are perfect only in a partnership, in a covenant relationship with him.  Only by tapping his perfection can we hope to qualify.
          When I explained to Janet how it worked, finally I broke through and she understood.  She bloomed.  I remember her saying through her tears, “I’ve always believed he is the Son of God.  I have always believed that he suffered and died for me.  But now I know that he can save me from myself, from my sins, from my weakness, inadequacy, and lack of talent.”
          Oh, brothers and sisters, how many of us forget the words of 2 Nephi 2:8: “There is no flesh that can dwell in the presence of God, save it be through the merits, and mercy, and grace of the Holy Messiah.”  There is no other way.  Many of us are trying to save ourselves, holding the Atonement of Jesus Christ at arm’s distance and saying, “When I’ve done it, when I’ve perfected myself, when I’ve made myself worthy, then I’ll be worthy of the Atonement.  Then I will allow him in.”  We cannot do it.  That’s like saying, “When I am well, I’ll take the medicine.  I’ll be worthy of it then.”  That’s not how it was designed to work.
          There is a hymn—it is one of my favorites—that says, “Dearly, dearly has he loved! And we must love him too, And trust in his redeeming blood, And try his works to do” (“There Is a Green Hill Far Away,” Hymns, 1985, no. 194).  I think one of the reasons why I love that hymn so much is because it expresses both sides of that covenant relationship.  We must try his works to do with all that is in us.  We must do all that we can, and having done all, then we must trust in his redeeming blood and in his ability to do for us what we cannot yet do.
          Elder McConkie used to call this being in the gospel harness.  When we are in the gospel harness, when we are pulling for the kingdom with our eyes on that goal, although we are not yet there, we can have confidence that just as that is our goal in life, so it will be our goal in eternity.  Through the Atonement of Christ we can have hope of achieving and an expectation of receiving that goal.
          I bear testimony to you that this is true.  I have learned this lesson in my life.  My family has learned this lesson in our collective life.  I bear testimony that Jesus Christ is the Son of God, that he is the Savior of the World, that he is our individual Savior, if we will only enter into that glorious covenant relationship with him and give him all that we have.  Whether it be sixty-one cents or a dollar and a half or two cents, hold nothing back, give it all, and then have faith and trust in his ability to do for us what we cannot yet accomplish, to make up what we yet lack of perfection.
          I bear testimony of him.  I love him, I love his gospel dearly, and I say these things in the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.

    Stephen E. Robinson, BYU Devotional, 29 May 1990

  • I just read a phenomenal article called Are Mormons Christians?. The article was written by someone who is not Mormon, nor is he even a Christian. It is the most fair, simple, and unbiased approach to the question I have ever found. There are those of you who wish to "refute" my statements that Latter-day Saints are Christians. Before you do that, Please read his extremely short speal on the subject.






    If there is any confusion or controversy regarding whether or not Mormons are Christians, that confusion is regarding the nature of Christianity rather than the nature of Mormonism. If you can tell me what a Christian is, then I can easily fire back at you whether or not Mormons meet the criteria for Christian that you specify.
    But if that is the case, then why do people who raise the question insist on picking apart Mormonism to answer it? The answer to that is that any reasonable definition of Christianity would imply that Mormons are in fact Christians.






    Also, I would encourage any statements made on my site on the above subject to be scholarly, logical, rational, etc. The following ground rules explain what I mean by that.




    1. Use reliable sources and then cite your sources appropriately. Statements with uncited sources hold no merit.


    2. Avoid personal bias during logical arguments. Personal feelings can and should also be included, but they should not interfere with the logic.


    3. Be extremely careful about telling someone what they believe. Please don't tell me what I believe. I already know what I believe, and will be happy to speak for myself.


    4. Any logic you use is reversible. You must be held accountable for the very same kinds of things that you will hold me (and others) accountable for.


    5. Define your terms. You can't say that a Mormon is not a Christian without defining both the terms Mormon and Christian.


    6. Avoid at all costs Logical Fallacies! I will catch you on them, and I expect you to also catch me on them.


    7. Avoid loaded language. Loaded language includes words that induce an emotional response or offense that distract from what you are saying.


    If you are unwilling to respect my above requests for mature, logical discussion, then please refrain from discussion. Also, hold me accountable to these same rules. I realize that no one is perfect, and I may accidentally break these rules. Call me on it and I will make the correction apologetically.

    I wrote this post in part because I was excited to read that article, but also because I have been warned that a statement refuting my stance is coming and I want to set the standards by which I will be judging that statement a head of time. I hesitate to do this because conversations of this nature have happened before on this site, and frankly I get tired of the same old thing. I have been through so many conversations like this the arguments get old. Few opinions have ever been changed through these debates, and honestly, the debates can often distract and detract from the rest of my xanga which serves as a way to keep in touch with friends and bounce ideas on a wide range of topics, not just religion. If I see that happening, I reserve the right to move conversation elsewhere.

    P.S. Yesterday's post was recently made public and probably did not make your subscription e-mails.