Two Degrees off Center
A prophet is sometimes as clueless as we are. We don’t know why God asks us to do something that makes no sense, but we have faith that we’ll understand somewhere down the line, because that’s how faith usually works.
The anchor in each of our lives, whoever it is, who’s there when the times get tough, who helps our boat stay afloat and stop rocking so much in the storm until things calm down again, and who assures us that it will.
How do I handle this anger I’m feeling and still be authentic? How do I bridle these passions, and channel this anger so I can feel Christlike love again? The Lord and I talked it over quite a bit in the past week, and I’ve found an answer. It’s not everyone’s answer, but it’s mine.
Seeing things from the point of view of the other guy (or church, or government, or political party, or LGBTQ group) doesn’t mean we have to totally agree with them, convert, and join their side, but it does give Christlike love a fighting chance in this world.
There seems to be more rules at the intersection of LDS and LGBT than just about any other place on the map — the list seems endless. it’s reassuring to know that there’s Someone in the middle of the intersection of LDS and LGBT who’s directing the traffic, and He knows every driver and pedestrian there, where they’ve been and where they’re headed.
Every year at Christmas time, society turns into a frenzy as we get caught up in buying more stuff to add to the stuff we already have but never use. We give stuff to each other, and we buy more stuff for ourselves. We worship Black Friday, Small Business Saturday, Cyber Monday, Travel Tuesday, and every other manufactured holiday, all designed to get us to buy more stuff.
If our worthiness is measured by sustaining the general authorities of the church, then surely it should also be measured by how we sustain our fellow man, and how we love our enemies, regardless of who they are, what they believe, how they vote, or who they love.
You’re traveling through another dimension, a dimension not only of sight and sound, but of mind, a journey into a wondrous land whose only boundaries are that of the imagination. That’s the signpost up ahead. Your next stop: The Twilight Zone…
From a distance, it looked so smooth and quiet, like a monorail gliding on glass as it travels on its track. But when I finally got on it, it was a non-stop jarring, shifting battle, like being on a Brahma bull and trying to keep from getting thrown off.