Thursday, June 6, 2013

The Vision - A Poetic Response




A Vision  

A poetic version of D&C 76 as written by Joseph Smith
in answer to a poetic response to The Vision from W. W. Phelps.

1.   I will go, I will go, to the home of the Saints,
           Where the virtue's the value, and life the reward;
      But before I return to my former estate
           I must fulfil the mission I had from the Lord.

2.   Wherefore, hear, O ye heavens, and give ear O ye earth;
           And rejoice ye inhabitants truly again;
      For the Lord he is God, and his life never ends,
           And besides him there ne'er was a Saviour of men.

3.   His ways are a wonder; his wisdom is great;
           The extent of his doings, there's none can unveil;
      His purposes fail not; from age unto age
           He still is the same, and his years never fail.

4.   His throne is the heavens, his life time is all
           Of eternity now, and eternity then;
      His union is power, and none stays his hand,
           The Alpha, Omega, for ever: Amen.

5.   For thus saith the Lord, in the spirit of truth,
           I am merciful, gracious, and good unto those
      That fear me, and live for the life that's to come;
           My delight is to honor the saints with repose;

6.   That serve me in righteousness true to the end;
           Eternal's their glory, and great their reward;
      I'll surely reveal all my myst'ries to them,–
           The great hidden myst'ries in my kingdom stor'd–

7.   From the council in Kolob, to time on the earth,
           And for ages to come unto them I will show
      My pleasure & will, what my kingdom will do:
           Eternity's wonders they truly shall know.

8.   Great things of the future I'll show unto them
           Yea, things of the vast generations to rise;
      For their wisdom and glory shall be very great,
           And their pure understanding extend to the skies:

9.   And before them the wisdom of wise men shall cease,
           And the nice understanding of prudent ones fail!
      For the light of my spirit shall light mine elect,
           And the truth is so mighty 'twill ever prevail.

10. And the secrets and plans of my will I'll reveal;
           The sanctified pleasures when earth is renew'd,
      What the eye hath not seen, nor the ear hath yet heard;
           Nor the heart of the natural man ever hath view'd.

11. I, Joseph, the prophet, in spirit beheld,
           And the eyes of the inner man truly did see
      Eternity sketch'd in a vision from God,
           Of what was, and now is, and yet is to be.

12. Those things which the Father ordained of old,
           Before the world was, or a system had run,–
      Through Jesus the Maker and Savior of all;
           The only begotten, (Messiah) his son.

13. Of whom I bear record, as all prophets have,
           And the record I bear is the fulness,–yea even
      The truth of the gospel of Jesus–the Christ,
           With whom I convers'd, in the vision of heav'n.

14. For while in the act of translating his word,
           Which the Lord in his grace had appointed to me,
      I came to the gospel recorded by John,
           Chapter fifth and the twenty ninth verse, which you'll see.

           Which was given as follows:

              "Speaking of the resurrection of the dead,–
              concerning those who shall hear the voice of the son of man–

              "And shall come forth:
              – they who have done good
                 in the resurrection of the just,
              and they who have done evil
                 in the resurrection of the unjust."

15. I marvel'd at these resurrections, indeed!
           For it came unto me by the spirit direct:–
      And while I did meditate what it all meant,
           The Lord touch'd the eyes of my own intellect:–

16. Hosanna forever! they open'd anon,
           And the glory of God shone around where I was;
      And there was the Son, at the Father's right hand,
           In a fulness of glory, and holy applause.

17. I beheld round the throne, holy angels and hosts,
           And sanctified beings from worlds that have been,
      In holiness worshipping God and the Lamb
           Forever and ever, amen and amen!

18. And now after all of the proofs made of him,
           By witnesses truly, by whom he was known,
      This is mine, last of all, that he lives; yea he lives!
           And sits at the right hand of God, on his throne.

19. And I heard a great voice, bearing record from heav'n,
           He's the Saviour, and only begotten of God–
      By him, of him, and through him, the worlds were all made,
           Even all that career in the heavens so broad.

20. Whose inhabitants, too, from the first to the last,
           Are sav'd by the very same Saviour of ours;
      And, of course, are begotten God's daughters and sons,
           By the very same truths, and the very same pow'rs.

21. And I saw and bear record of warfare in heav'n;
           For an angel of light, in authority great,
      Rebell'd against Jesus, and sought for his pow'r,
           But was thrust down to woe from his Glorified state.

22. And the heavens all wept, and the tears drop'd like dew,
           That Lucifer, son of the morning had fell!
      Yea, is fallen! is fall'n, and become, Oh, alas!
           The son of Perdition; the devil of hell!

23. And while I was yet in the spirit of truth,
           The commandment was: write ye the vision all out;
      For Satan, old serpent, the devil's for war,–
           And yet will encompass the saints round about.

24. And I saw, too, the suff'ring and mis'ry of those,
           (Overcome by the devil, in warfare and fight,)
      In hell-fire, and vengeance, the doom of the damn'd;
           For the Lord said, the vision is further: so write.

25. For thus saith the Lord, now concerning all those
           Who know of my power and partake of the same;
      And suffer themselves, that they be overcome
           By the power of Satan; despising my name:–

26. Defying my power, and denying the truth;–
           They are they–of the world, or of men, most forlorn,
      The Sons of Perdition, of whom, ah! I say,
           'Twere better for them had they never been born!

27. They're vessels of wrath, and dishonor to God,
           Doom'd to suffer his wrath, in the regions of woe,
      Through the terrific night of eternity's round,
           With the devil and all of his angels below:

28. Of whom it is said, no forgiveness is giv'n,
           In this world, alas! nor the world that's to come;
      For they have denied the spirit of God,
           After having receiv'd it: and mis'ry's their doom.

29. And denying the only begotten of God,–
           And crucify him to themselves, as they do,
      And openly put him to shame in their flesh,
           By gospel they cannot repentance renew.

30. They are they, who must go to the great lake of fire,
           Which burneth with brimstone, yet never consumes,
      And dwell with the devil, and angels of his,
           While eternity goes and eternity comes.

31. They are they, who must groan through the great second death,
           And are not redeemed in the time of the Lord;
      While all the rest are, through the triumph of Christ,
           Made partakers of grace, by the power of his word.

32. The myst'ry of Godliness truly is great;–
          The past, and the present, and what is to be;
      And this is the gospel–glad tidings to all,
           Which the voice from the heavens bore record to me:

33. That he came to the world in the middle of time,
          To lay down his life for his friends and his foes,
      And bear away sin as a mission of love;
           And sanctify earth for a blessed repose.

34. 'Tis decreed, that he'll save all the work of his hands,
           And sanctify them by his own precious blood;
      And purify earth for the Sabbath of rest,
           By the agent of fire, as it was by the flood.

35. The Savior will save all his Father did give.
           Even all that he gave in the regions abroad,
      Save the Sons of Perdition: They're lost; ever lost,
           And can never return to the presence of God.

36. They are they, who must reign with the devil in hell,
           In eternity now, and eternity then,
      Where the worm dieth not, and the fire is not quench'd;–
           And the punishment still, is eternal. Amen.

37. And which is the torment apostates receive,
           But the end, or the place where the torment began,
      Save to them who are made to partake of the same,
           Was never, nor will be, revealed unto man.

38. Yet God shows by vision a glimpse of their fate,
           And straightway he closes the scene that was shown:
      So the width, or the depth, or the misery thereof,
           Save to those that partake, is forever unknown.

39. And while I was pondering, the vision was closed;
           And the voice said to me, write the vision: for Lo!
      'Tis the end of the scene of the sufferings of those,
           Who remain filthy still in their anguish and woe.

40. And again I bear record of heavenly things,
           Where virtue's the value, above all that's priz'd–
      Of the truth of the gospel concerning the just,
           That rise in the first resurrection of Christ.

41. Who receiv'd and believ'd, and repented likewise,
           And then were baptis'd, as a man always was,
      Who ask'd and receiv'd a remission of sin,
           And honored the kingdom by keeping its laws.

42. Being buried in water, as Jesus had been,
           And keeping the whole of his holy commands,
      They received the gift of the spirit of truth
           By the ordinance truly of laying on hands.

43. For these overcome, by their faith and their works,
           Being tried in their life-time, as purified gold,
      And seal'd by the spirit of promise, to life,
           By men called of God, as was Aaron of old.

44. They are they, of the church of the first born of God–
           And unto whose hands he committeth all things;
      For they hold the keys of the kingdom of heav'n,
           And reign with the Savior, as priests, and as kings.

45. They're priests of the order of Melchisedek,
           Like Jesus, (from whom is this highest reward;)
      Receiving a fulness of glory and light; As written:
           They're Gods; even sons of the Lord.

46. So all things are theirs; yea, of life, of death;
           Yea, whether things now, or to come, all are theirs,
      And they are the Savior's, and he is the Lord's,
           Having overcome all, as eternity's heirs.

47. 'Tis wisdom that man never glory in man,
           But give God the glory for all that he hath;
      For the righteous will walk in the presence of God,
           While the wicked are trod under foot in his wrath.

48. Yea, the righteous shall dwell in the presence of God,
           And of Jesus, forever, from earth's second birth–
      For when he comes down in the splendor of heav'n,
           All these he'll bring with him, to reign on the earth.

49. These are they that arise in their bodies of flesh,
           When the trump of the first resurrection shall sound;
      These are they that come up to Mount Zion, in life,
           Where the blessings and gifts of the spirit abound.

50. These are they that have come to the heavenly place;
           To the numberless courses of angels above:
      To the city of God; e'en the holiest of all,
           And the home of the blessed, the fountain of love:

51. To the church of old Enoch, and of the first born:
           And gen'ral assembly of ancient renown'd,
      Whose names are all kept in the archives of heav'n,
           As chosen and faithful, and fit to be crown'd.

52. These are they that are perfect through Jesus' own blood,
           Whose bodies celestial are mention'd by Paul,
      Where the sun is the typical glory thereof,
           And God, and his Christ, are the true judge of all.

53. Again I beheld the terrestrial world,
           In the order and glory of Jesus, go on;
      'Twas not as the church of the first born of God
           But shone in its place, as the moon to the sun.

54. Behold, these are they that have died without law;
           The heathen of ages that never had hope,
      And those of the region and shadow of death,
           The spirits in prison, that light has brought up.

55. To spirits in prison the Savior once preach'd,
           And taught them the gospel, with powers afresh;
      And then were the living baptiz'd for their dead,
           That they might be judg'd as if men in the flesh.

56. These are they that are hon'rable men of the earth;
           Who were blinded and dup'd by the cunning of men:
      They receiv'd not the truth of the Savior at first;
           But did, when they heard it in prison, again.

57. Not valiant for truth, they obtain'd not the crown,
           But are of that glory that's typ'd by the moon:
      They are they, that come into the presence of Christ,
           But not to the fulness of God, on his throne.

58. Again I beheld the telestial, as third,
           The lesser, or starry world, next in its place,
      For the leaven must leaven three measures of meal,
           And very knee bow that is subject to grace.

59. These are they that receiv'd not the gospel of Christ,
           Or evidence, either, that he ever was;
      As the stars are all diff'rent in glory and light,
           So differs the glory of these by the laws.

60. These are they that deny not the spirit of God,
           But are thrust down to hell, with the devil, for sins,
      As hypocrites, liars, whoremongers, and thieves,
           And stay 'till the last resurrection begins.

61. 'Till the Lamb shall have finish'd the work he begun;
           Shall have trodden the wine press, in fury alone,
      And overcome all by the pow'r of his might:
           He conquers to conquer, and save all his own.

62. These are they that receive not a fulness of light,
           From Christ, in eternity's world, where they are,
      The terrestrial sends them the Comforter, though;
           And minist'ring angels, to happify there.

63. And so the telestial is minister'd to,
           By ministers from the terrestrial one,
      As terrestrial is, from the celestial throne;
           And the great, greater, greatest, seem's stars, moon, and sun.

64. And thus I beheld, in the vision of heav'n,
           The telestial glory, dominion and bliss,
      Surpassing the great understanding of men,–
           Unknown, save reveal'd, in a world vain as this.

65. And lo, I beheld the terrestrial, too,
           Which excels the telestial in glory and light,
      In splendor, and knowledge, and wisdom, and joy,
           In blessings, and graces, dominion and might.

66. I beheld the celestial, in glory sublime;
           Which is the most excellent kingdom that is,–
      Where God, e'en the Father, in harmony reigns;
           Almighty, supreme, and eternal, in bliss.

67. Where the church of the first born in union reside,
           And they see as they're seen, and they know as they're known;
      Being equal in power, dominion and might,
           With a fulness of glory and grace, round his throne.

68. The glory celestial is one like the sun;
           The glory terrestrial is one like the moon;
      The glory telestial is one like the stars,
           And all harmonize like the parts of a tune.

69. As the stars are all different in lustre and size,
           So the telestial region, is mingled in bliss;
      From least unto greatest, and greatest to least,
           The reward is exactly as promis'd in this.

70. These are they that came out for Apollos and Paul;
           For Cephas and Jesus, in all kinds of hope;
      For Enoch and Moses, and Peter, and John;
           For Luther and Calvin, and even the Pope.

71. For they never received the gospel of Christ,
           Nor the prophetic spirit that came from the Lord;
      Nor the covenant neither, which Jacob once had;
           They went their own way, and they have their reward.

72. By the order of God, last of all, these are they,
           That will not be gathered with saints here below,
      To be caught up to Jesus, and meet in the cloud:–
           In darkness they worshipp'd; to darkness they go.

73. These are they that are sinful, the wicked at large,
           That glutted their passion by meanness or worth;
      All liars, adulterers, sorc'rers, and proud;
           And suffer, as promis'd, God's wrath on the earth.

74. These are they that must suffer the vengeance of hell,
           'Till Christ shall have trodden all enemies down,
      And perfected his work, in the fulness of times:
           And is crown'd on his throne with his glorious crown.

75. The vast multitude of the telestial world–
           As the stars of the skies, or the sands of the sea;–
      The voice of Jehovah echo'd far and wide,
           Ev'ry tongue shall confess, and they all bow the knee.

76. Ev'ry man shall be judg'd by the works of his life,
           And receive a reward in the mansions prepar'd;
      For his judgments are just, and his works never end,
           As his prophets and servants have always declar'd.

77. But the great things of God, which he show'd unto me,
           Unlawful to utter, I dare not declare;
      They surpass all the wisdom and greatness of men,
           And only are seen, as has Paul, where they are.

78. I will go, I will go, while the secret of life,
           Is blooming in heaven, and blasting in hell;
      Is leaving on earth, and a budding in space:–
           I will go, I will go, with you, brother, farewell.

JOSEPH SMITH.               
Nauvoo, February 1843. 

Friday, March 1, 2013

Healing Begins - Tenth Avenue North - w/lyrics

On where the healing starts




"Healing Begins"
Tenth Avenue North

So you thought you had to keep this up
All the work that you do
So we think that you're good
And you can't believe it's not enough
All the walls you built up
Are just glass on the outside

So let 'em fall down
There's freedom waiting in the sound
When you let your walls fall to the ground
We're here now

This is where the healing begins, oh
This is where the healing starts
When you come to where you're broken within
The light meets the dark
The light meets the dark

Afraid to let your secrets out
Everything that you hide
Can come crashing through the door now
But too scared to face all your fear
So you hide but you find
That the shame won't disappear

So let it fall down
There's freedom waiting in the sound
When you let your walls fall to the ground
We're here now
We're here now, oh

This is where the healing begins, oh
This is where the healing starts
When you come to where you're broken within
The light meets the dark
The light meets the dark

Sparks will fly as grace collides
With the dark inside of us
So please don't fight
This coming light
Let this blood come cover us
His blood can cover us

This is where the healing begins, oh
This is where the healing starts
When you come to where you're broken within
The light meets the dark
The light meets the dark

Songwriter(s): Jason Ingram, Mike Donehey, Jeff Owen
Copyright: Sony/Atv Cross Keys Publishing,
Sony/Atv Timber Publishing, Windsor Hill Music,
Formerly Music, West Main Music

Monday, February 18, 2013

Sunday Morning Coming Down


"Sunday Morning Coming Down"

Well, I woke up Sunday morning 
With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt. 
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad, 
So I had one more for dessert. 
Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes 
And found my cleanest dirty shirt. 
Then I washed my face and combed my hair 
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day. 

I'd smoked my mind the night before 
With cigarettes and songs I'd been picking. 
But I lit my first and watched a small kid 
Playing with a can that he was kicking. 
Then I walked across the street 
And caught the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken. 
And Lord, it took me back to something that I'd lost 
Somewhere, somehow along the way. 

On a Sunday morning sidewalk, 
I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned. 
'Cause there's something in a Sunday 
That makes a body feel alone. 
And there's nothing short a' dying 
That's half as lonesome as the sound 
Of the sleeping city sidewalk 
And Sunday morning coming down. 

In the park I saw a daddy 
With a laughing little girl that he was swinging. 
And I stopped beside a Sunday school 
And listened to the songs they were singing. 
Then I headed down the street, 
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing, 
And it echoed through the canyon 
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday. 

On a Sunday morning sidewalk, 
I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned. 
'Cause there's something in a Sunday 
That makes a body feel alone. 
And there's nothing short a' dying 
That's half as lonesome as the sound 
Of the sleeping city sidewalk 
And Sunday morning coming down.

Kris Kristofferson  

Monday, February 11, 2013

The Three Little Pigs - Like Unto Shakespeare



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D2PCGINWXA8


In time passed, though not long ago, there lived three pigs in stature, little in number, three, who being of an age both entitled and inspired to seek their fortune did set about to do thusly.

When they had traveled a distance, pig numbered first spake saying, “Harken Brethren, head this impetuous realm! Tarry me far from hearth and home I fear we shall fair *snort* not well!” and so being collectively agreed, but individually impaled, the diminutive swine sought each to erect himself an abode.

Pig numbered one did construct his house of straw. Pig numbered two did likewise, though rather not from straw but instead from sticks. Meanwhile, unique in his imaginings, pig numbered three did erectus his domicile star-ward and garish structure made from brick entirely. Soon there happened along, as is frequently the scenario of classic protagonist pig or red hooded child – a wolf.

Carnivorous nature in full season, he called out to the straw staunched swine saying, “Pray thee, little pig, grant me entrance.” But pig one recalled with sage foreboding that he is mad who trusts in the tameness of a belly pinched wolf and responded immediately, “Nay it shall NOT be indeed! Not by wit or whiskered jowl!”

Prepared for this most expected response, the wolf replied immediately, “Than steal thyself, little pig! Forthwith shall I endeavor employing means both huffing and puffing to dismantle yon flaxen fortress!” Where upon there issued forth from the wolf an exhale of gale proportions that quickly rendered straw hovel to dregs and dross and carried aloft piglet and shattered courters both.

Exposed now to claw and fang, piglet one made haste, wolf in pursuit, to the stick festooned sanctum of peccary secondary. Causing pig two to cry out in dismay, “Well, this knocks my knickers! The marshaling of feral wolf on my doorstep is nowhere among those endeavors of animal nor congenial!”

“A thousand pardons!” Squealed two…one…”T’wood seem the beast made from breath has purged me of home and sound judgment alike!”

The mighty maelstrom of the wolf’s exhale…splattered second swine’s shack and shortened his sanctimonious scolding simultaneously.

“Low and behold!” Squealed two, “stand we now amid wooded wreckage, tremulous and vulnerable with nay various strategy for ensuing the canine devour in looming in deadly proximity!”

“Strategy?” Squealed one, “While it is noble to contemplate tactical particularities, pressed as we are with the time restraint for bidding detailed strategical conversations, I would URGE WE RUN!”

Whether by their own fleet footed competence or the wolf’s windless attitude, the diminutive swine arrived at their ultimate kindred neighbor’s inexpugnable brick ingress unscathed. Upon the third pig’s door with urgent hooves they pounded calling out, “Unbar this entrance and with haste, we beseech thee!”

The third pig haled from the American colonies….

And possessing a vocabulary substantially less robust than impromptu visitors replied, “Say what?”

“Seek we sanctuary!” They implore on the verge of hysteria, “Lest we fall forthwith to the ravenous appetency of yonder approaching carnivore!” Still confounded by their importunate words, Pig three did render ajar his portal whereupon one and two spilled through and collapse beyond the threshold, enervated.

“Y’all just wanted to come in? You could’a said that.”

The sinister hiss of the wolf could once again be heard outside, “Pray thee pigs, grant me entrance!”

“The wolf!” said one and two.

“Wolf?” said three, “What’chya suppose he wants?”

“He seeks to gain purchase within, indeed he would occupy this very alcove where we have afforded the most meager of opportunities!”

“Right…I’m just gonna go ask him what he wants.”

“Under no circumstances!” Squealed two flinging self bodily against the portal, “there is none to be gained accost the external opponent save our immediate demise!”

“What did you say about my momma?”

House occupants were again engulfed by a benevolent blast of wolfish wind. The foundation shook, the frame rattled, and low, to the astonished eyes of piglet and encroaching scoundrel alike, stood the third pig’s lodging undaunted.

Good news for you, pig fans.

Aghast and dismayed, pig two quarried of pig three, “How does, against such relentless and torrential onslaught, does this domicile endure?”

Pig three, puffed out chest, tapped a hoof to the hearth and responded “It’s American made.”

Shakespeare’s The Three Little Pigs – John Branyan

Friday, February 8, 2013

On Orson Pratt's Observatory





Is this not a sign of our faith  ...

and reason?


 Reason in the shadow of the Salt Lake Temple.


He built an observatory before a temple.

 In the days of their poverty ....


 he yearned for the stars.























Tuesday, February 5, 2013

On simplicity; and the Transit of Venus



" The things we need most for immediate practical purposes are all abstractions. 
•           We need a right view of the human lot,
•           a right view of the human society;

and if we were living eagerly and angrily in the enthusiasm of those things, 
we should, ipso facto, be living simply in the genuine and spiritual sense. 


Desire and danger make every one simple.  And to those who talk to us with interfering eloquence about Jaeger and the pores of the skin, and about Plasmon and the coats of the stomach, at them shall only be hurled the words that are hurled at fops and gluttons, ...

 "Take no thought what ye shall eat or what ye shall drink, or wherewithal ye shall be clothed.  For after all these things do the Gentiles seek. But seek first the kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all these things shall be added unto you."

...Those amazing words are not only extraordinarily good, practical politics; they are also superlatively good hygiene.  …

…The one supreme way of making all those processes go right, the processes of health, and strength, and grace, and beauty, the one and only way of making certain of their accuracy, is to think about something else….

 …If a man is bent on climbing into the seventh heaven, he may be quite easy about the pores of his skin.  If he harnesses his waggon to a star, the process will have a most satisfactory effect upon the coats of his stomach. …

…For the thing called "taking thought," the thing for which the best modern word is "rationalizing," is in its nature, inapplicable to all plain and urgent things. …


… Men take thought and ponder rationalistically, touching remote things--things that only theoretically matter, such as the transit of Venus….

… But only at their peril can men rationalize about so practical a matter as health."




(Heretics, Ch 10, On Sandals and Simplicity;
Gilbert K.Chesterton)

Thursday, January 10, 2013

On the beginning of the god's







If You Could Hie to Kolob,


If you could hie to Kolob In the twinkling of an eye,
And then continue onward With that same speed to fly,
Do you think that you could ever, Through all eternity,
Find out the generation Where gods began to be?

Or see the grand beginning, Where space did not extend?
Or view the last creation, Where gods and matter end?
Me thinks the Spirit whispers, “No man has found ‘pure space,’
Nor seen the outside curtains, Where nothing has a place.”

The works of God continue, And worlds and lives abound;
Improvement and progression Have one eternal round.
There is no end to matter; There is no end to space;
There is no end to spirit; There is no end to race.

There is no end to virtue; There is no end to might;
There is no end to wisdom; There is no end to light.
There is no end to union; There is no end to youth;
There is no end to priesthood; There is no end to truth.

There is no end to glory; There is no end to love;
There is no end to being; There is no death above.
There is no end to glory; There is no end to love;
There is no end to being; There is no death above.

 William W. Phelps

 http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kolob

Sunday, January 6, 2013

on abolishing of Christianity in England

St Paul's Cathedral

An argument to prove that the abolishing of Christianity in England may, as things now stand, be attended with some inconveniences, and perhaps not produce those many good effects proposed thereby.

Written in the year 1708.

I AM very sensible what a weakness and presumption it is to reason against the general humour and disposition of the world. I remember it was with great justice, and a due regard to the freedom, both of the public and the press, forbidden upon several penalties to write, or discourse, or lay wagers against the union even before it was confirmed by Parliament; because that was looked upon as a design to oppose the current of the people, which, besides the folly of it, is a manifest breach of the fundamental law, that makes this majority of opinions the voice of God. In like manner, and for the very same reasons, it may perhaps be neither safe nor prudent to argue against the abolishing of Christianity, at a juncture when all parties seem so unanimously determined upon the point, as we cannot but allow from their actions, their discourses, and their writings. However, I know not how, whether from the affectation of singularity, or the perverseness of human nature, but so it unhappily falls out, that I cannot be entirely of this opinion. Nay, though I were sure an order were issued for my immediate prosecution by the Attorney-General, I should still confess, that in the present posture of our affairs at home or abroad, I do not yet see the absolute necessity of extirpating the Christian religion from among us.

This perhaps may appear too great a paradox even for our wise and paxodoxical age to endure; therefore I shall handle it with all tenderness, and with the utmost deference to that great and profound majority which is of another sentiment.

And yet the curious may please to observe, how much the genius of a nation is liable to alter in half an age. I have heard it affirmed for certain by some very odd people, that the contrary opinion was even in their memories as much in vogue as the other is now; and that a project for the abolishing of Christianity would then have appeared as singular, and been thought as absurd, as it would be at this time to write or discourse in its defence.

Therefore I freely own, that all appearances are against me. The system of the Gospel, after the fate of other systems, is generally antiquated and exploded, and the mass or body of the common people, among whom it seems to have had its latest credit, are now grown as much ashamed of it as their betters; opinions, like fashions, always descending from those of quality to the middle sort, and thence to the vulgar, where at length they are dropped and vanish.

But here I would not be mistaken, and must therefore be so bold as to borrow a distinction from the writers on the other side, when they make a difference betwixt nominal and real Trinitarians. I hope no reader imagines me so weak to stand up in the defence of real Christianity, such as used in primitive times (if we may believe the authors of those ages) to have an influence upon men’s belief and actions. To offer at the restoring of that, would indeed be a wild project: it would be to dig up foundations; to destroy at one blow all the wit, and half the learning of the kingdom; to break the entire frame and constitution of things; to ruin trade, extinguish arts and sciences, with the professors of them; in short, to turn our courts, exchanges, and shops into deserts; and would be full as absurd as the proposal of Horace, where he advises the Romans, all in a body, to leave their city, and seek a new seat in some remote part of the world, by way of a cure for the corruption of their manners.

Therefore I think this caution was in itself altogether unnecessary (which I have inserted only to prevent all possibility of cavilling), since every candid reader will easily understand my discourse to be intended only in defence of nominal Christianity, the other having been for some time wholly laid aside by general consent, as utterly inconsistent with all our present schemes of wealth and power.

But why we should therefore cut off the name and title of Christians, although the general opinion and resolution be so violent for it, I confess I cannot (with submission) apprehend the consequence necessary. However, since the undertakers propose such wonderful advantages to the nation by this project, and advance many plausible objections against the system of Christianity, I shall briefly consider the strength of both, fairly allow them their greatest weight, and offer such answers as I think most reasonable. After which I will beg leave to show what inconveniences may possibly happen by such an innovation, in the present posture of our affairs.
  (Jonathan Swift)

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

On John Milton's inner light


Hail holy light, ofspring of Heav'n first-born,
Or of th' Eternal Coeternal beam
May I express thee unblam'd? since God is light,
And never but in unapproached light
Dwelt from Eternitie, dwelt then in thee, [ 5 ]
Bright effluence of bright essence increate.
Or hear'st thou rather pure Ethereal stream,
Whose Fountain who shall tell? before the Sun,
Before the Heavens thou wert, and at the voice
Of God, as with a Mantle didst invest [ 10 ]
The rising world of waters dark and deep,
Won from the void and formless infinite.
Thee I re-visit now with bolder wing,
Escap't the Stygian Pool, though long detain'd
In that obscure sojourn, while in my flight [ 15 ]
Through utter and through middle darkness borne
With other notes then to th' Orphean Lyre
I sung of Chaos and Eternal Night,
Taught by the heav'nly Muse to venture down
The dark descent, and up to reascend, [ 20 ]
Though hard and rare: thee I revisit safe,
And feel thy sovran vital Lamp; but thou
Revisit'st not these eyes, that rowle in vain
To find thy piercing ray, and find no dawn;
So thick a drop serene hath quencht thir Orbs, [ 25 ]
Or dim suffusion veild. Yet not the more
Cease I to wander where the Muses haunt
Cleer Spring, or shadie Grove, or Sunnie Hill,
Smit with the love of sacred Song; but chief
Thee Sion and the flowrie Brooks beneath [ 30 ]
That wash thy hallowd feet, and warbling flow,
Nightly I visit: nor somtimes forget
Those other two equal'd with me in Fate,
So were I equal'd with them in renown,
Blind Thamyris and blind Mæonides, [ 35 ]
And Tiresias and Phineus Prophets old.
Then feed on thoughts, that voluntarie move
Harmonious numbers; as the wakeful Bird
Sings darkling, and in shadiest Covert hid
Tunes her nocturnal Note. Thus with the Year [ 40 ]
Seasons return, but not to me returns
Day, or the sweet approach of Ev'n or Morn,
Or sight of vernal bloom, or Summers Rose,
Or flocks, or heards, or human face divine;
But cloud in stead, and ever-during dark [ 45 ]
Surrounds me, from the chearful wayes of men
Cut off, and for the Book of knowledg fair
Presented with a Universal blanc
Of Nature's works to mee expung'd and ras'd,
And wisdome at one entrance quite shut out. [ 50 ]
So much the rather thou Celestial light
Shine inward, and the mind through all her powers
Irradiate, there plant eyes, all mist from thence
Purge and disperse, that I may see and tell
Of things invisible to mortal sight. [ 55 ]

(John Milton, Paradise Lost Book iii)

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

On seeing Mom


Mom; 


I saw your reflection


In the mirror ...        
         ... this morning


May;

the world  will see

our reflection, ...         
                 ... in my eyes.

Steven Lynn Bassett
child of Voyle Gladys Herzog Bassett

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Mormonism Obsessed with Christ

Christus Statue - Temple Square

Mocking Mormonism is one of the last frontiers of verbal lawlessness to be untouched by the vigilante powers of political correctness. What other group is ridiculed equally by Christians and secularists—and not just any kind of Christian or secularist but the most fervent and hard core? Fervent Christians see in Mormonism a mirror distorting their own faith, reflecting an image strangely recognizable yet recognizably strange. Hard-core secularists think Mormonism is the best example of the strangeness and danger inherent in all religious belief. Deriding Mormonism pulls off the neat trick of making the devout and the godless feel as if they are on the same side.

I too used to think of Mormonism as little more than an exotic and abnormal addition to Christianity. When I taught Mormon history to my students, I emphasized its remarkable spirit of endurance, its organizational savvy, and the sheer scope of its religious imagination. Yet I regret to say that I did not try to hide my condescension.

I have come to repent of this view, and not just because I came to my senses about how wrong it is to be rude toward somebody else’s faith. I changed my mind because I came to realize just how deeply Christ-centered Mormonism is. Mormonism is more than Christianity, of course—most obviously by adding the Book of Mormon to the Bible—and that makes it much less than Christianity as well. Nevertheless, the fact that Mormonism adds to the traditional Christian story does not necessarily mean that it detracts from Christianity to the point of denying it altogether.

After all, what gives Christianity its identity is its commitment to the divinity of Jesus Christ. And on that ground Mormons are more Christian than many mainstream Christians who do not take seriously the astounding claim that Jesus is the Son of God.

Mormonism is obsessed with Christ, and everything that it teaches is meant to awaken, encourage, and expand faith in him. It adds to the plural but coherent portrait of Jesus that emerges from the four gospels in a way, I am convinced, that does not significantly damage or deface that portrait.

I came to this conclusion when I read through the Book of Mormon for the first time. I already knew the basic outline: that it recounts the journey of a people God led from Jerusalem to the Americas six hundred years before the birth of Christ. In America, they split into two groups, the good guys (the Nephites) and the bad guys (the Lamanites), who battled each other until there were no good guys left—except for Moroni (Mormon’s son), who buried the chronicles of their wars and then, in 1823, told a farm boy from upstate New York where to find them.

When I actually read this book, however, I was utterly surprised. I was not moved, mind you. The Book of Mormon has to be one of the most lackluster of all the great works of literature that have inspired enduring religious movements. Yet it is dull precisely because it is all about Jesus. There are many characters in this book, but they change as little as the plot. Nobody stands out but him. “And we talk of Christ, we rejoice in Christ, we preach of Christ, we prophesy of Christ, and we write according to our prophecies, that our children may know to what source they may look for a remission of their sins” (2 Nephi 25:26). And not just Jesus: A whole gospel in all of its theological details—right down to debates about baptism, the relationship of law to grace, and the problem of divine foreknowledge—is taught to the people of the New World centuries before Jesus was even born.

Christians have long interpreted the Old Testament in terms of the New—reading Christ between the lines, so to speak—but Smith went one big step further. He replaced the figurative with the figure himself. The truth of Jesus is eternal, Smith thought, so it should not be surprising to learn that Christ was made known in times and places beyond our imagination.

Long before his birth in Bethlehem, Jesus was eager to reveal the most specific details of his future life and ministry. Nephi, for example, who is said to have written the first two books of the Book of Mormon and to have been part of the migration from Jerusalem, already knew all about Jesus: “For according to the words of the prophets, the Messiah cometh in six hundred years from the time that my father left Jerusalem; and according to the words of the prophets, and also the word of the angel of God, his name shall be Jesus Christ, the Son of God” (2 Nephi 25:19). Likewise, a Nephite king named Benjamin declared around 124 b.c., “And lo, he shall suffer temptations, and pain of body, hunger, thirst, and fatigue, even more than man can suffer, except it be unto death; for behold, blood cometh from every pore, so great shall be his anguish for the wickedness and the abominations of his people. And he shall be called Jesus Christ” (Mosiah 3:7–8).

Every page of the book prepares the way for its stunning climax, which is a literal appearance of Jesus to the ancient peoples of America. For Joseph Smith, the ascension of Christ after the resurrection makes possible his descent into the Americas.

Non-Mormons, of course, do not believe that Jesus visited the Americas, but why should they be troubled if Mormons tell stories about Jesus that seem far-fetched? Imagine the following scenario. Your family gathers at the funeral of your dearly beloved grandfather, a world traveler. Your relatives begin telling the familiar stories about his great adventures. Soon, however, you notice another group of mourners at the other end of the room. As you eavesdrop on them, you realize they are talking about your grandfather as if they knew him well, yet you have never heard some of the stories they are telling. These new stories are not insulting to his memory, though some ring more true than others. Indeed, this group seems to have as high an opinion of your grandfather as you do. What do you do?

Do you invite them over to meet your family? That is a tough call. Many of your relatives will dispute the credibility of these stories, and some might make a scene. Others who think the stories are true will feel left out—why didn’t Grandfather tell us? The funny thing is, though, that this other group knows all of the stories your family likes to tell about the deceased, and the stories they add to the mix sound more like mythic embellishments of his character than outright lies. Clearly, the two groups have a lot to talk about!

However you decide to handle the situation, there is no need for you to change your love for your grandfather. There is also no need for you to react to this other group’s love for your grandfather as if they are intentionally threatening or dishonest. Whether or not you decide to expand your family to include this group, you can still welcome them as promoters of your grandfather’s memory. And the more you love your grandfather, the more you will be drawn to discover for yourself whether these new stories make any sense.

Of course, Jesus Christ is not your grandfather, and the stories we tell about him are grounded in Scripture, not family lore. Still, the Book of Mormon raises a question for Christians. Can you believe too much about Jesus? Can you go too far in conceiving his glory? Let me answer that question by posing another. Isn’t the whole point of affirming his divinity the idea that one can never say enough about him? And if Smith’s stories are not true, aren’t they more like exaggerations or embellishments than outright slander and deceit?

I am not denying that the Mormon Jesus is different from the Jesus of traditional Christianity. Mormons connect the atonement more with the Garden of Gethsemane than with the cross, since they think that is where his greatest agony took place (Luke 22:44). The Book of Mormon places the birth of Jesus in Jerusalem, much to the delight of biblical fundamentalists who use such discrepancies to score debating points.

The most significant difference is that Mormons believe that Jesus Christ was never purely immaterial. Smith developed his materialistic interpretation of the spiritual realm mainly after the Book of Mormon, but it is anticipated in that book’s most extraordinary scene. In an appearance to the unnamed brother of Jared, Jesus is so sensitive to the overwhelming impression of his corporeal form that he reveals only his little finger. Jared’s brother says, “I saw the finger of the Lord, and I feared lest he should smite me; for I knew not that the Lord had flesh and blood” (Ether 3:8). Later Jesus shows Jared’s brother his whole body, which, it turns out, is a pre-mortal spirit body, comprised of a finer material substance than anything known on earth.

Christianity has always affirmed the goodness of matter and the integrity of the human body, but Mormonism offers that Christian dogma gone mad. For Smith, Christ’s pre-existent form was as physically real as we are today. Christianity teaches that the incarnation happened in a particular place and time, but for Smith, taking Hebrews 13:8 (“Jesus Christ is the same yesterday and today and forever”) very literally, the Son has always been Jesus. The body of Jesus Christ is the eternal image of all bodies, spiritual and physical alike. The incarnation is a specification (or material intensification) of his body, not the first and only time that God and matter unite.

The eternal embodiment of the divine is metaphysically audacious, and it explains why Mormonism is so inventive. Mormon metaphysics is Christian metaphysics minus Origen and Augustine—in other words, Christianity divorced from Plato. Mormons are so materialistic that they insist that the same unchanging laws govern both the natural and the supernatural. They also deny the virgin birth, since their materialism leads them to speculate that Jesus is literally begotten by the immortal Father rather than conceived by the Holy Spirit.

By treating the spiritual as a dimension of the material, Smith overcomes every trace of dualism between this world and the next. Matter is perfectible because it is one of the perfections of the divine. Even heaven is merely another kind of galaxy, far away but not radically different from planet earth. For Mormons, our natural loyalties and loves have an eternal significance, which is why marriages will be preserved in heaven. Our bodies are literally temples of the divine, which is why Mormons wear sacred garments underneath regular clothing.

This should not be taken lightly. The Mormon metaphysic calls for the revision of nearly every Christian belief. Still, not all heresies are equally perilous. If Gnosticism is the paradigmatic modern temptation—spiritualizing Jesus by turning him into a subjective experience—Mormonism runs in the exact opposite direction. If you had to choose between a Jesus whose body is eternal and a Jesus whose divinity is trivial (as in many modern theological portraits), I hope it would be an easy choice.

Stephen H. Webb is professor of religion and philosophy at Wabash College.

http://www.firstthings.com/article/2012/01/mormonism-obsessed-with-christ
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Sunday, November 4, 2012

The Church in the Wilderness (see Revelation 12:6)



"Slough of Despond" from John Bunyans',
The Pilgrim's Progress from This World to That Which Is to Come


And the woman fled into the wilderness, where she hath a place prepared of God, ...
...that they should feed her there a thousand two hundred and threescore days. (Revelation 12:5-6)


"I have heard some people say—“If God revealed himself to men in other days, why not reveal himself to us?”

  •  I say, why not, indeed, to us?

 Why should not men in this day be put in possession of the same light, truth and intelligence, and the same means of acquiring a knowledge of God as men in other ages and eras have enjoyed?


  • Why should they not?
  • Who can answer the question?
  • Who can solve the problem? 

Who can tell why these things should not exist today, as much as in any other day?


  • If God is God and men are men, 
  • if God has a design in relation to the earth on which we live, and 
  • in relation to the eternities that are to come;


if men have had a knowledge of God in days past,
  • why not in this day? 
  • What good reason is there why it should not be so? 

Say some—“Oh, we are so enlightened and intelligent now. In former ages, when the people were degraded and in darkness, it was necessary that he should communicate intelligence to the human family; but we live in the blaze of Gospel day, in an age of light and intelligence.”

Perhaps we do; .....
                      ......I rather doubt it.

I have a great many misgivings about the intelligence that men boast so much of in this enlightened day.


  • There were men in those dark ages who could commune with God, and who, by the power of faith, could draw aside the curtain of eternity and gaze upon the invisible world. 
  • There were men who could tell the destiny of the human family, and the events which would transpire throughout every subsequent period of time until the final winding-up scene. 
  • There were men who could gaze upon the face of God, have the ministering of angels, and unfold the future destinies of the world.

If those were dark ages


  • I pray God to give me a little darkness, .....
  • .....and deliver me from the light and intelligence that prevail in our day;


for as a rational, intelligent, immortal being who has to do with time and eternity,  ...
  • ....I consider it one of the greatest acquirements for men 
  • to become acquainted with their God 
  •  and with their future destiny.


 These are my thoughts and reflections in relation to these matters."

Old and New Tabernacles S.L.C Utah
Discourse by Elder John Taylor, 
delivered in the New Tabernacle, 
Salt Lake City,
 Sunday Afternoon,
 Sept. 7, 1873.









Friday, November 2, 2012

On the circle; and the Cross


Cross-in -circle grave marker, 875-925
Set in a niche in the west wall of Hexham Abbey



"….For the circle is perfect and infinite in its nature; but it is fixed for ever in its size; it can never be larger or smaller.  But the cross though it has it at its heart a collision and a contradiction, can extend its four arms for ever without changing.  The circle returns up its self and is bound.  The cross opens its arms its arms to the four winds; it is a sign post for free travelers."

(G.K. Chesterton, Orthodoxy page 50)

John Taylor, on ancient men and the light they offered


I have heard some people say—“If God revealed himself to men in other days, why not reveal himself to us?” I say, why not, indeed, to us? Why should not men in this day be put in possession of the same light, truth and intelligence, and the same means of acquiring a knowledge of God as men in other ages and eras have enjoyed? Why should they not? Who can answer the question? Who can solve the problem? Who can tell why these things should not exist today, as much as in any other day? If God is God and men are men, if God has a design in relation to the earth on which we live, and in relation to the eternities that are to come; if men have had a knowledge of God in days past, why not in this day? What good reason is there why it should not be so? Say some—“Oh, we are so enlightened and intelligent now. In former ages, when the people were degraded and in darkness, it was necessary that he should communicate intelligence to the human family; but we live in the blaze of Gospel day, in an age of light and intelligence.” Perhaps we do; I rather doubt it. I have a great many misgivings about the intelligence that men boast so much of in this enlightened day. There were men in those dark ages who could commune with God, and who, by the power of faith, could draw aside the curtain of eternity and gaze upon the invisible world. There were men who could tell the destiny of the human family, and the events which would transpire throughout every subsequent period of time until the final winding-up scene. There were men who could gaze upon the face of God, have the ministering of angels, and unfold the future destinies of the world. If those were dark ages I pray God to give me a little darkness, and deliver me from the light and intelligence that prevail in our day; for as a rational, intelligent, immortal being who has to do with time and eternity, I consider it one of the greatest acquirements for men to become acquainted with their God and with their future destiny. These are my thoughts and reflections in relation to these matters.
Discourse by Elder John Taylor, delivered in the New Tabernacle, Salt Lake City, Sunday

Discourse by Elder John Taylor, delivered in the New Tabernacle, Salt Lake City, Sunday Afternoon, Sept. 7, 1873.
Reported by David W. Evans.

Tuesday, October 30, 2012

On the Independence of truth

 Truth, independent in it own sphere.
I have faith  I can discern or recover truth. 

Both Isaac Newton and Charles Darwin had the faith that they could construct a repeatable standard model of the world.  They calibrated their model.as they gathered more data. This is the scientific method.

Truth is independent of organized religion.

The word religion come from the Latin root "religio" or the proper way to worship. Its polar opposite is "superstitio". These words under the Roman form of worship refer not to an individual act but to an attitude towards that act. "religio" is proper and "superstitio" is improper.

Adjust the model to meet the facts. 

Both science and religion require adjustment to the standard model as more truth is discerned.

Static or Orthodox models can lead to "superstitio".

Static models do not adjust to meet new revealed truth.  Truth revealed to another is not truth revealed to me. I maintain "religio" and avoid "superstitio" by opening communications with the source of revealed truth. (See Thomas Paine).

Friday, October 12, 2012

On a testimony of doubt


If I have a spiritual gift it is perhaps an immense capacity for doubt. I have long lived in the Mormon Diaspora, growing up in Jerry Falwell’s Lynchburg, Virginia. My closest colleagues for twenty years have been a devout Catholic, an observant Jew, a seminary student turned Buddhist, and a born again Episcopalian. My wife Fiona is a lapsed Catholic, lover of the temple and all things beautiful, and fervent disciple of the weeping God of Enoch. I have, in other words, spent my life in intimate association with devout believers from myriad religious traditions; I hear my own professions of faith through their ears, and examine my own religious presuppositions with an eye to theirs.
In the course of my spiritual pilgrimage, my innate capacity for doubt led me to the insight that faith is a choice. That the call to faith is a summons to engage the heart, to attune it to resonate in sympathy with principles and values and ideals that we devoutly hope are true, and have reasonable but not certain grounds for believing to be true. I am convinced that there must be grounds for doubt as well as belief, for only in these conditions of equilibrium and balance, equally “enticed by the one or the other,” is my heart truly free to choose belief or cynicism, faith or faithlessness. Under these conditions, what I choose to embrace, to be responsive to, is the purest reflection of who I am and what I love. I choose to affirm that truthfulness of the Restored Gospel for five principal reasons.
1. Joseph Smith revealed the God I am most irresistibly drawn to worship.
2. He gave the only account of moral agency that to my mind can justify the horrific costs of our mortal probation.
3. He provided a story of the soul’s origin and destiny that resonates with the truth and the appeal of cosmic poetry.
4. The fruits of the gospel are real and discernible.
5. The restoration is generous in its embrace.
My two literary heroes are Dostoevsky’s Ivan from The Brothers Karamazov, and Mark Twain’s Huck Finn. Confronted with the God of their contemporaries, they chose to renounce the ticket rather than bow to the cruelty or the injustice of an omnipotent God.
I could never worship or adore a God who recoils in jealous insecurity because “man has become as one of us.” I could never desire to emulate the divine nature of a sovereign who does not save all of those who are in his power to save. And I could never love a God “without body, parts, or passions,” who does not himself feel love, or grief, or joy, or gladness. Christianity gave us the only God who was willing to die on behalf of his creation, as my wife has taught me. Joseph Smith added to that conception a God who intends our full participation in “the divine nature,” who will bestow upon every single one of his children all that they “are willing to receive,” and who made himself vulnerable enough to weep at our pain and misery. That is a God I am powerfully drawn to and gladly worship.
To say that without moral independence “there is no existence” is to make agency the essential constituent of our human identity. To my understanding, this means that God’s intervention in our personal and collective destiny is self-circumscribed by his reverence for that fact. And any gift he gives us which we do not choose to receive is an abrogation of that agency. This is the only theodicy or beginning to a theory of human salvation that makes any sense to me.
I sense, but do not know for certain, that the spiritual part of my being has an eternal past. As an explanatory paradigm, this view has awesome power. It provides a compelling reason for the intuitive sense of right and wrong, the familiar ring of myriad truths, friendships that erupt full-blown, hunger for a God we have not known in mortality, and a hundred moments of déjà vu in the presence of the Good, the Beautiful, and the True. And I cannot begin to fathom what it means to “become like God,” but Enoch gave us a glimpse. It means to love with infinite cost, to have a heart that “swells wide as eternity” in order to be filled with joy and sorrow alike. It is a prospect that sobers more than excites, but it is a prospect nonetheless that the pilgrimage of parenthood affirms and foreshadows.
The gospel works. I have seen its power to transform human life. I can affirm, as Gerard Manley Hopkins did, that “Christ plays in ten thousand places, lovely in limbs and lovely in eyes, not his, to the Father, through the features of men’s faces.” New converts and returned missionaries, who in their testimonies unexpectedly speak “with the tongues of angels,” a simple eloquence not of their own resources. Parting words of a beloved friend near death, before whom the veil grew suddenly thin to transparency. Lives redirected and imbued with sudden beauty, to rival anything narrated by a Dickens or a Hugo (whose stories of redemption resonate with their own transcendent power and familiarity).
Finally, the restored gospel is a gospel of liberality and generosity. It took my former-Catholic wife Fiona to teach me that the church John saw did not disappear; it retreated into the wilderness. Joseph Smith saw the Restoration as a bringing of that church back out of the wilderness, a restoration of the “ancient palace” now reduced to ruins, a reassembling of all the good and beautiful in the world and in the Christian tradition, that had been lost or corrupted from Eden forward. The church I love has invisible borders, and reminds me of what was written of Spinoza, that “he rejected the orthodoxy of his day not because he believed less, but because he believed more.” Or as Joseph wrote, “it feels so good not to be trammeled.”
For myriad reasons, but these five principally, I choose and affirm this path in order better to live as what Elder Uchtdorf calls “a disciple of the gentle Christ.”


Friday, October 5, 2012

on being human and divine


Completely Human



When a bookstore owner told me a woman had stomped into his shop, angry, slamming one of my books on the counter, I knew exactly what he was talking about.  I wrote that Jesus may have had pimples.  He may have had bony knees.  But I said, “One thing’s for sure, he was, while completely divine, completely human.”

There’s something safe about a God who never had calluses. There’s something majestic about a God who never scraped his elbow.  But there’s also something cold about a God who cannot relate to what you and I feel.

Rejection?  He felt it.  Temptation?  He knew it.  Loneliness?  He experienced it.  Death?  He tasted it.  And stress?  He could write a best-selling book about it.

Why did he do it?  One reason.  So that when you hurt, you’ll go to him and let him heal you!

“For we do not have a high priest who is unable to empathize with our weaknesses, but we have one who has been tempted in every way, just as we are—yet he did not sin. Hebrews 4:15.”


(Max Lucado,  In the Eye of the Storm)


Monday, September 24, 2012

On the right to be wrong.



To have a right to do a thing is not at all the same as to be right in doing it.  ….. If a man has a right to vote, has he not the right to vote wrong?  If a man has the right to choose his wife, has he not the right to choose wrong?  I have a right to express the opinion which I am now setting down; but I should hesitate to make the controversial clam that this proves the opinion to be right.

(The Collected Works of G.K. Chesterton, Volume 20, page 505)

Sunday, August 26, 2012

On a catholic ideal unrealized


The task of modern idealists indeed is made much too easy for them by the fact that they are always taught that if a thing has been defeated it has been disproved. Logically, the case is quite clearly the other way. The lost causes are exactly those which might have saved the world. If a man says that the Young Pretender would have made England happy, it is hard to answer him. If anyone says that the Georges made England happy, I hope we all know what to answer. That which was prevented is always impregnable; and the only perfect King of England was he who was smothered. Exactly because Jacobitism failed we cannot call it a failure. Precisely because the Commune collapsed as a rebellion we cannot say that it collapsed as a system. But such outbursts were brief or incidental. Few people realize how many of the largest efforts, the facts that will fill history, were frustrated in their full design and come down to us as gigantic cripples. I have only space to allude to the two largest facts of modern history: the Catholic Church and that modern growth rooted in the French Revolution.

When four knights scattered the blood and brains of St. Thomas of Canterbury, it was not only a sign of anger but of a sort of black admiration. They wished for his blood, but they wished even more for his brains. Such a blow will remain forever unintelligible unless we realise what the brains of St. Thomas were thinking about just before they were distributed over the floor. They were thinking about the great mediaeval conception that the church is the judge of the world. Becket objected to a priest being tried even by the Lord Chief Justice. And his reason was simple: because the Lord Chief Justice was being tried by the priest. The judiciary was itself sub judice. The kings were themselves in the dock. The idea was to create an invisible kingdom, without armies or prisons, but with complete freedom to condemn publicly all the kingdoms of the earth. Whether such a supreme church would have cured society we cannot affirm definitely; because the church never was a supreme church. We only know that in England at any rate the princes conquered the saints. What the world wanted we see before us; and some of us call it a failure. But we cannot call what the church wanted a failure, simply because the church failed. Tracy struck a little too soon. England had not yet made the great Protestant discovery that the king can do no wrong. The king was whipped in the cathedral*; a performance which I recommend to those who regret the unpopularity of church-going. But the discovery was made; and Henry VIII scattered Becket's bones as easily as Tracy had scattered his brains.

Of course, I mean that Catholicism was not tried; ...
 ... plenty of Catholics were tried, and found guilty. 
My point is that the world did not tire of the church's ideal, ...
  ...but of its reality. 
Monasteries were impugned not for the chastity of monks, ...
 ...but for the unchastity of monks. 
Christianity was unpopular not because of the humility, ...
 ...but of the arrogance of Christians. ... 

... Certainly, if the church failed it was largely through the churchmen. But at the same time hostile elements had certainly begun to end it long before it could have done its work. In the nature of things it needed a common scheme of life and thought in Europe. Yet the mediaeval system began to be broken to pieces intellectually, long before it showed the slightest hint of falling to pieces morally. ....

... But I have only taken this as the first and most evident case of the general truth:...

... that the great ideals of the past failed not by being outlived (which must mean over-lived),  .....
 ....but by not being lived enough. 
 Mankind has not passed through the Middle Ages. ...
...Rather mankind has retreated from the Middle Ages in reaction and rout. .....

...The Christian ideal has not been tried and found wanting.
 It has been found difficult; and left untried.

(G. K. Chesterton, What’s Wrong with the World, V. THE UNFINISHED TEMPLE)

*Refers to Henry II whose knights murdered Thomas Beckett
Tracy = William de Tracy

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

on the reading of goods books


Dionysius Alexandrinus was about the year 240, a person of great name in the Church for piety and learning, who had wont to avail himself much against hereticks by being conversant in their Books; untill a certain Presbyter laid it scrupulously to his conscience, how he durst venture himselfe among those defiling volumes. The worthy man loath to give offence fell into a new debate with himselfe what was to be thought; when suddenly a vision sent from God, it is his own Epistle that so averrs it, confirm'd him in these words: Read any books what ever come to thy hands, for thou art sufficient both to judge aright, and to examine each matter. To this revelation he assented the sooner, as he confesses, because it was answerable to that of the Apostle to the Thessalonians, Prove all things, hold fast that which is good. And he might have added another remarkable saying of the same Author; To the pure, all things are pure, not only meats and drinks, but all kinde of knowledge whether of good or evill; the knowledge cannot defile, nor consequently the books, if the will and conscience be not defil'd. For books are as meats and viands are; some of good, some of evill substance; and yet God in that unapocryphall vision, said without exception, Rise Peter, kill and eat, leaving the choice to each mans discretion. Wholesome meats to a vitiated stomack differ little or nothing from unwholesome; and best books to a naughty mind are not unappliable to occasions of evill. Bad meats will scarce breed good nourishment in the healthiest concoction; but herein the difference is of bad books, that they to a discreet and judicious Reader serve in many respects to discover, to confute, to forewarn, and to illustrate.
       (John Milton, AREOPAGITICA; part 2)