Bruce Charlton’s latest post made me wiser than I was. It is as pithy as it is true. (In it, he is also, if I may so so, at his most JG).
We want significance in our lives; but we fear it too. Significance implies that what we think, say and do have permanence and universality; but that clashes with a sinful desire that we can act without consequences, avoid responsibility.
-thus Bruce Charlton. (more…)
Time is always included in any ultimate analysis, which means (to jump a few steps) that every ‘thing’ is ‘defined’ as a lineage, extending through-time.
-thus Bruce Charlton
One of the themes of this blog is something we call “integration.” It is a real insight (though we now only perceive through a glass darkly, and though the word ‘insight’ falsely implies its our genius, instead of the work of the Holy Ghost).
Let me explain.
From the Daily Universe: https://universe.byu.edu/2019/07/30/the-church-and-byu-an-evolution-of-evolution/
The only claim they made is that Adam was the first man.
I like how these articles are less about building a bridge of faith between science and religion, but about rubbing the putative “losers” nose in it. This isn’t about evolution. It’s about creating a narrative where church leaders used to be mildly retarded and now we’re just so much more advanced.
Although I’m not sure that bothers me as much as the smug “anti-science” epithet thrown out by a journalism major. She probably didn’t even mean it as an insult, its just completely obvious to her that the old white guys were anti-science and now we know better.
I believe in evolution, but I like people who don’t believe in it more.
[Author’s Note: Every Mothers’ Day I think, “I should post that Mothers’ Day talk that I gave a few years ago,” and every Mothers’ Day I forget. Including this one. But however belatedly, Happy Mothers’ Day to all of our our sisters in the Gospel. Hope you enjoy.]
I want to direct my talk to the worst mother in the whole world.
Good, I just wanted to make sure that I have all the sisters’ attention. (more…)
14 years ago my little daughter died of cancer. This is what I wrote on the birthday she never quite made it to that year, with slight updates since.
Today would be Betsey’s 18th birthday. She would be legally an adult today. She would have been driving her younger brothers and sisters for a few years, would be working on summer jobs. In the fall, college. We would be looking at her and thinking, they grow up so fast, we would be thinking, this could be our last summer with her. But instead, our last summer with her was long ago and far away.
Happy Birthday, Betsey Pearl.
Today our grief for you is fresh.
Here are a selection of JG posts on the Atonement. Feel free to add more in the comments, or links to elsewhere. Also feel free to discuss any of the posts for which comments are now closed.
The Strange Doctrine of the Double Atonement (in other words, why both Gethsemane and the Cross?)
Unexpected Lessons in Theology from Dead Economists
We watched the Music and the Spoken Word for today. It was lovely, barring the dresses for the bell ringers. We also tried to watch the Tabernacle Choir’s Easter special but the narration was pageant-tier bad and we could not stomach it. We worked on a song for church. We bore testimony to our children. We talked about our dead loved ones for whom we have the hope of resurrection.
Some of my kids are into my teens now, and sometimes they surprise me. (more…)
They were all poets and cavaliers. If you asked them a question, they would respond with a flight of fancy.
“What is the weather like?”
“Whether the weather likes what the weather is like I am not disposed to say. Yet I vow my sunny disposition is brightened by this sun, which steadfast glow shall never be put out, be it enclouded or endarkened to our view.”
You could not break them out of it. If you pressed them hard enough for a straight answer on some practical point, they simply switched and let their other head talk to you.
You see, all these creatures had two heads. (more…)
No power or influence can or ought to be maintained by virtue of the priesthood, only by persuasion, by long-suffering, by gentleness and meekness, and by love unfeigned; By kindness, and pure knowledge, which shall greatly enlarge the soul without hypocrisy, and without guile—43 Reproving betimes with sharpness, when moved upon by the Holy Ghost; and then showing forth afterwards an increase of love toward him whom thou hast reproved, lest he esteem thee to be his enemy;
There’s a puzzle. The conventional interpretation is pretty straightforward and never to be despised. But it doesn’t seem to fit the actual church very well. In fact, priesthood is everywhere a form of power or influence. (more…)
I had a cold yesterday. I sat in the foyer, took the bread and water, and left.
My mind is usually pretty active. Everywhere I go I carry with me a superstructure of plans, goals, attitudes, and mythmaking. I like it that way.
But it was nice to be too run down for any of that. It was nice to experience the sacrament and the spirit of it without any preconceptions, hopes, or narrative.
We got a Christmas card this year that said something like “celebrating the birth of the great I AM.” It is a juxtaposition that startles if you let it, a little baby being born and the great I AM, Jehovah Lord of Armies and a helpless infant.
As a holiday, though, Christmas is just about Him. At Easter, we do and should think about our personal benefit in tough and intimate terms from the Saviour’s victory over death and sin. At Christmas, its all about the baby. So its appropriate that we celebrate Him in all his aspects. It’s appropriate that it makes for a great party.
Enjoy the season, enjoy the Christ child, enjoy your family. And if you have a moment for some cozy quiet, curl up and enjoy one of these links.
“For the Lamb which is in the midst of the throne shall feed them, and shall lead them unto living fountains of waters: and God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes.”
Enjoy these goodies. (more…)
Tomorrow I will have to get the paper bags that I forgot, and maybe one or two other things. It will probably be crowded aisles and uncrowded shelves. The people will be tired. Not jolly, but mostly kind.
You last minute shoppers, I salute you. You care enough to put together a Christmas even when its frantic. You care enough to vow you’ll get going sooner next year, and when you invariably don’t, to decide to do the best you can with the short time you have left. You love Christmas too much. The great hopes you have are too merry for this earth, so you put your prep off until you have no choice, and you head out to follow the star and see if it will lead you to something wonderful even in the chaos and mess of a stable.
The angel choirs practiced for millennia. The shepherds came as they were.
By chance three young men met at the beginning of the Path, the one true Path that runs east of the Moon and west of the Sun, the Path whose entrance is hidden and narrow.
Each marveled that he had found the Path and marveled that fate had sent him companions with which to travel it.
“Are you like me, gentlemen?” the dark-haired one said. “I found the path by reading old books and discovering the lies that modern scholars told. I asked the questions they avoided and traced the logical implications that they refused to even acknowledge. The gap in the leaves that leads here was hard to find, but it was there, and they said it was not. So I walked through it. Was it the same with you?”
“No!” the freckled one said brightly. “One night I heard music. I got up from my bed and followed it to a dark crossroads, where a voice from the wood told me to always follow signs and my heart. I rush in without thinking about the consequences, because I know it will be all right. Today I saw a dove flying and it shone like it was purest gold. A crow larger than I have ever seen rose up and attacked it. I was angry, and called on the powers that be to drive off this crow, because the dove was fair and beautiful. When I did, an eagle swooped down and struck the crow. The dove flew on and I followed it here.”
The third one with yellow hair looked curiously at them both. “I am here,” he said slowly, “because my grandfather and my father walked this path when they were my age. They told me to come. They showed me the way.”
The freckled one laughed. “I love how different our stories are. We should become companions on this Path. It is obviously meant to be.”
The dark-haired one nodded. “Mutual aid and taking advantage of unexpected good fortune such as this are policies that maximize expected value in outcomes. It is not probable that our presence here at the same time is coincidence.”
The other boy agreed. “Like my father and grandfather always said, ‘Journey with friends, you’ll all win your ends.'”
Then, because it felt right, because it was customary, because an understanding of evolved human nature suggested it would have positive effects on the primitive subconscious, they clasped hands and swore fellowship.