Agency and choice is one of those tangled philosophical concepts. But the reality is not tangled nor philosophical at all. It is something simple that children can do. It is so simple that children can understand it. (more…)
A milk-and-water allegiance kills; while a passionate devotion gives life and soul to any cause and its adherents. The troubles of the world may largely be laid at the doors of those who are neither hot nor cold; who always follow the line of least resistance; whose timid hearts flutter at taking sides for truth. As in the great Council in the heavens, so in the Church of Christ on earth, there can be no neutrality. We are, or we are not, on the side of the Lord. An unrelenting faith, contemptuous of all compromise, will lead the Church and every member of it, to triumph and the achievement of our high destiny. (more…)
Yesterday the men were talking about Brother Merrill’s sermon Joseph Smith did See God which was excerpted in last December’s Ensign magazine. It got me thinking about what Joseph Smith means, even for non-Mormons. (more…)
I am not one to boast–positively noted for my reserve and humility and all that–but we Woosters have been past masters of executing a quick, manly sneak to the exit since nigh on to the Crusades. Dash it, the good ol’ escutcheon proclaims Felix Exitus en Exito or words to that effect.
Naturally, one feels a good deal of pride when Merry Olde England takes a look round at the Wooster oeuvre and says to itself, self, go and do thou likewise. One feels rather bucked. I mean to say, its a dashed honor.
When we come up from the water we bear the Saviour upon our souls, on our heads, on our eyes, in our very inward parts, on all our members–Him who is pure from sin, free from all corruption, just as He was when He rose again and appeared to His disciples, as He was taken up, as He will come agin to demand the return of His treasure.
Thus we have been born; we have been stamped with Christ as though with some figure and shape.
-thus St. Nicholas Cabasilas.
He is referring to the Orthodox baptism, of course. But it is true of our authorized baptism, and of the solemnities that occur in sacred places. (more…)
Nothing defined the city of paper more than its bureaucratic fog. On one memorable occasion the vice president of a New York City bank applied for a job in Washington at the Office of Economic Warfare. While he awaited a reply, the agency’s head, Leo Crowley, happened to drop into the same bank and asked its president to recommend someone for the same job. The president suggested the very same vice president who had applied. Crowley hired him on the spot, and the banker moved to Washington. Weeks later he received a letter forwarded to him from New York. It was from the same agency, which rejected his original application on the grounds that he was not qualified for the job. That was painful enough, but on closer inspection the man discovered that he had signed the letter himself.
— Thus Maury Klein, A Call To Arms: Mobilizing America For World War II
Most Mormons probably do not have a lot of stake patriotism anymore. We move around too much, and the stakes change too much.
So we forget that they aren’t just administrative conveniences or levels in the priesthood hierachy. (more…)
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Here are some simple ways of defining key gospel terms that make them easier to understand and apply. They are not the only possible meanings. They are just true and productive meanings. (more…)
A missionary in our ward said that when she first got to the mission she was very homesick. She missed her family.
She prayed that the sadness would go away. She wanted to be a missionary and have her heart in doing missionary work. She did not want to be pining for her family.
She heard an answer that her feelings for her family helped her understand God’s feelings for his lost children and would help her be a better missionary.
The bull and his herd mostly ignored the jackrabbit who sometimes also grazed on the meadow. They would not turn aside from him, however, so he sometimes had to scamper out of their way. He resented having to move. “They should move away from me,” he thought, “I consume less and am closer to the earth.”
One day the jack-rabbit began the unnatural practice of digging burrows in the field. They gave him a refuge so he did not have to get out of the way. Best of all, the inconvenienced the cattle and even caused one cow to break her leg and be put down. He was delighted with the outcome, though he was also sure that it was not his fault.
The bull in particular became quite angry about the jackrabbit’s burrows. Though the bull never did any real damage to the agile creature, the jackrabbit still took the scorn personally. Brooding on these wrongs, as he supposed, he quite naturally fell in with the coyote, who also had angered the bull with his sneaking ways and nips at calves.
The parrots also soon took up the cause of the coyote and the jackrabbit. All over the fields and the meadows, they squawked that the bull had an unreasoning hatred for the coyote and the jackrabbit. “Why,” they said, “the bull’s anger has gone so far that it has even led to coyote nips at calves and dangerous jackrabbit burrows. The bull is dangerous.”
One day the coyote killed the jackrabbit and devoured him.
And the parrots squawked louder. They said the bull had caused the jackrabbit’s death, after one fashion or another. “The bull hated the jackrabbit. The jackrabbit was killed hatefully,” they said.
When a hound, sniffing the remains, said the scene smelled of coyote to him, the parrots flew around him beating his face angrily. The coyote was friends to the jackrabbit, they said, and equally hated by the bull. And besides, when killing the jackrabbit, they said, the coyote was acting like a bull.
Moral of the story: The media and memes talk nonsense.