God will make up for it?

Saying “In the end, God will make up for it” is nothing more than a cheap and dirty way of not wanting to take responsibility for the consequences of your actions.

“God will get you a spouse in the afterlife” means that you don’t have to figure out how your religion acknowledges single adults.

“God will give you children in the next life” means that you don’t have to figure out how your religion copes with infertility.

“They can accept the Gospel in the next life” means that you don’t have to figure out how to persuade others to come unto Christ, because the spirit missionaries will knock on their spirit door anyway.

I believe that God will make up for things, but I also believe it is evil to use that as an excuse to hurt others, whether that hurt comes consciously or not.


The LDS Church has changed its doctrine on apostasy to now include those who “are in a same-gender marriage.” By extension, the children of such couples are also being punished: they can not be blessed in the Church, and in order to receive ordinances must disavow the marriage of their parents.

My heart aches over this. “Jesus said love everyone, treat them kindly too.” How can we be so blind to the teachings of Christ? “Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself.” How can we punish children for the actions of their parents? “Men shall be punished for their own sins.” Why do we hedge up the way to those who wish to receive ordinances? “Suffer little children, and forbid them not, to come unto me: for of such is the kingdom of heaven.” “But whoso shall offend one of these little ones which believe in me, it were better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck, and that he were drowned in the depth of the sea.”

Witnessing this, I feel like Amulek, when he was compelled to watch the executions of others with Alma:

And when Amulek saw the pains of the women and children who were consuming in the fire, he also was pained; and he said unto Alma: How can we witness this awful scene? Therefore let us stretch forth our hands, and exercise the power of God which is in us, and save them from the flames.

Like Amulek, I weep for those who will suffer because of this monstrous change. I weep for the men, women, and children who will be persecuted by the ignorant and idolators. I weep for my children, who are growing up and heard this hatred and bile spewed forth from those who should be their guides. And, I weep for those who perpetuate hatred and intolerance, whether knowingly or not.

And like Amulek, I want to stretch forth my hands, and exercise the power of God which is in me, and save them from the flames. I desire strength like Nephi, when he cried “O Lord, according to my faith which is in thee, wilt thou deliver me from the hands of my brethren; yea, even give me strength that I may burst these bands with which I am bound.”

But, like Alma, “I am a man, and do sin in my wish; for I ought to be content with the things which the Lord hath allotted unto me.”

I must stretch forth my hands, and exercise the power of God which is in me, and save them from the flames. No “miracle” from God is needed: just the miracle of one who is willing to act.

The Well

  1. Now Joseph’s well was there. Jesus therefore, being wearied with his journey, sat thus on the well: and it was about the sixth hour.
  2. There cometh a woman of Samaria to draw water: Jesus saith unto her, Give me to drink.
  3. Jesus … said unto her, If thou knewest the gift of God, and who it is that saith to thee, Give me to drink; thou wouldest have asked of him, and he would have given thee living water.
  4. The woman saith unto him, Sir, thou hast nothing to draw with, and the well is deep: from whence then hast thou that living water?
  5. Art thou greater than our father Joseph Smith, which gave us the well, and drank thereof himself, and his children, and his cattle?
  6. Jesus answered and said unto her, Whosoever drinketh of this water shall thirst again:
  7. But whosoever drinketh of the water that I shall give him shall never thirst; but the water that I shall give him shall be in him a well of water springing up into everlasting life.

No construction of man will satisfy your thirst; only He can, who provides the living water.

The Traveler

A certain man was walking down a road, enjoying the beautiful scenery. After a while, he stopped to rest.

Before long, a man in a suit came along and approached him where he sat. Some brief introductions ensued before the suited man declared: “Do you see that mountain in the distance? That is where you should be walking. The climb is difficult, but the views are the most sublime in the world. I should know, because I am the world’s best mountaineer.” The first man eyed the suit, the well-polished loafers, and the hands free of calluses, before thanking the man for his advice. The suited man continued on.

After a while, a woman came to the man and sat with him. Together they talked for a while, and the subject turned to food, and the man’s wish for a meal. “You should come with me!” the woman declared. “I am heading to a distant restaurant where I am the head chef and will make for you a feast, for I am the best chef in the world!” The man observed the woman’s poor satchel, with its small piece of moldy bread and a bottle of brackish water. He thanked her for the offer, and she continued on without him.

As the man sat on his rock, he thought to himself: “Two people have come to me, offering to help and claiming to be the best at what they do. But from my observations I do not see how this could be. They offered me no evidence other than their words.”

These thoughts consumed him. As the day waned, a third traveler approached, and sat with him. “What is your story, friend?” the man asked. The weary traveler said “As I have walked this road, many have come to me offering help. They see my bent back and shuffling gait and claim that just over yonder is something that will help me. Every time I have followed them, I have been disappointed. The inn is always too distant, the food already eaten, the wine already drunk. But I am still a long way from my journey’s end, so I must continue on.”

The man considered this for a moment and said, “I, too, have been disappointed by those who have approached me. Their words taste sweet, but are bitter in my belly. But I am glad for your company. Come, let us walk together so that we will not be alone, and perhaps we may find rest together.”

They stood, the man took the travelers pack, and they departed with quick steps and light hearts.

The Philosophies of Men

A couple of days ago I was driving in my car, and a thought very forcefully came to my mind:

There are many willing to teach you the philosophies of men, mingled with scripture.

Together with this thought came the realization that anything on this page (or in the corresponding printed books) is filled with man’s philosophies: teachings, ideas, and claims that are not backed up by scripture (and often in direct conflict with it), but that are supposedly supported by tossing in the odd scriptural reference. It is the fulfillment of the prophecy: the LDS Church manuals are the philosophies of men, mingled with scripture.

When you go to Sunday School and you sit and listen to the lesson, how much of what is being taught comes from the scriptures? Or is it just the teacher talking and repeating the same thing he (or she) has been taught, all with no basis in the words of God?

There are many who are willing to teach you the philosophies of men, mingled with scripture. Just walk in to your local chapel.

But I am looking for messengers from my Father and Mother.


I had a breakthrough recently.

As is hopefully apparent from some previous entries on this blog, I have serious issues with many of the claims made by the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. I believe that, on the whole, the church has lost its way. I do not believe it is led by someone who enjoys the prophetic gifts. I believe that the administrators of the church have become distracted by the trappings of Babylon and now plunder the widow’s mite to serve their own interests.

However, I still attend my local ward. I have struggled with the question of Why? for a while, and recently I had a breakthrough that helped me understand a bit better.

One of the things I believe in is the hope of Zion. I believe that we can, through the grace of God, transcend our petty differences and establish a city of peace, hope, learning, and majesty; a city where God would be willing to come dwell with us.

In Zion, we are not all the same. We may be of “one heart and one mind”, but this does not mean we may all get along. We still have differences. We still have our unique peculiarities, likes, and dislikes.

We also do not always get along, especially at first. As we struggle to leave behind the notions of what a “city” actually is, we find our differences thrown in to sharp relief. And we have to figure out how to deal with these differences, even though we may believe that others are totally “not getting it”.

This is why I stay. I stay because the others in my ward are not like me. I stay because as I associate with them, I learn to see them as human beings with their own frailties, struggles, compassions, and hopes, and not mindless automatons who simply follow the orders of their superiors. As I learn who they are, I have compassion for them and I humble myself. I see how they handle their own struggles, and this helps me believe that I can handle mine as well.

Zion means loving those who are explicitly not like me.

The Glory of God

If we truly believe in the idea of exaltation and that we will inherit God’s throne and become like Him, then we are explicitly saying that we believe that we must learn orbital mechanics, cellular biology, theories of computation, and advanced mathematics. For these are among all the tools that God uses to ordain His kingdoms. And if we are to be like Him, then we must understand and use these tools as well.