Blessed Are The Peacemakers

  This has been sitting in my drafts for months. I kept hesitating to share it, since prophecy carries weight and it’s easy to wonder whether you’ve missed something or stretched an idea to far. Last night in our fellowship meeting, Ezekiel 17 came up again and it brought this  back to mind. I reread it, prayed, and decided to post it. If I’ve gotten something wrong, it wouldn’t be the first time, and it certainly won’t be the last! The Lord corrects the humble and that feels like grace enough. So here it is, offered with an open hand and a seeking heart. Ezekiel 17 A Pattern  The words of Ezekiel 17 offer more than a rebuke to ancient Israel. They unfold a prophetic pattern that feels painfully familiar in our day. Read symbolically, Ezekiel becomes a type and shadow of Joseph Smith, and the Lord’s warning about shepherds reaches forward into modern institutional religion in our own day. In this chapter, the setting is already sobering. The city has fallen, the peopl...

  Part 4: The Yoke - Three Paradoxes That Rewire Us Where scripture becomes seed, paradox becomes doorway, and story becomes surgery for the soul. Seven weeks. Seven lessons. One nervous system reborn. From Pressure to Practice If Part Three showed us how contradiction cracks the shell, this chapter explores what happens when we stop trying to escape that pressure and instead learn to live inside it. Here paradox stops being theoretical and becomes formative . This is where discipleship moves from insight to embodiment. The Yoke A yoke is not a heavy burden placed on one animal alone. It is a shared harness, carefully fitted, designed so two creatures pull together and learn strength through relationship. Jesus doesn't remove all weight from our lives. He redistributes it. “My yoke is easy” doesn't mean there is no strain. It means strain that is rightly shared. Paradox is the yoke of discipleship. Shared Yoke vs Solitary Striving Solitary strivi...

  Choosing to Stay: Faith, Affliction, and the Space Between I was planning to share a post about Christmas. But this year, Christmas has felt….complicated. Illness has a way of tinting everything it touches, even the season that is supposed to feel bright. So instead of writing what I intended, I’m writing what is real. In one of my favorite books, the main character is lying on his deathbed and describes longing for the space between heartbeats, because every beat brings pain. Not death exactly, just the pause. The small mercy between moments. That image has lived with me for years, and lately it has come back with force. That is how my body feels now. Every heartbeat is work. Every breath is negotiated. I find myself longing for the spaces in between, not necessarily because I want to leave,but because those spaces do not hurt. When I first became sick, almost twenty years ago, I had a dream. I was standing in my kitchen, and the Lord was there. Then th...

  Where scripture becomes seed, paradox becomes doorway, and story becomes surgery for the soul. Seven weeks. Seven lessons. One nervous system reborn. Part 3: The Thorn, Meeting God in Contradiction Gethsemane: Where Certainty Breaks Open In the garden, the One who knew all things knelt and trembled. The One who told His disciples, “Let not your heart be troubled,” confessed that His own soul was “exceeding sorrowful, even unto death.” The One who promised, “My yoke is easy,” bowed under a cup too heavy for words. At the center of the gospel we do not find tidy resolution. We do not find perfect composure. We find a God who falls on His face in the dirt, overwhelmed, asking if there is another way. Here, in Gethsemane, we meet holy contradiction. Gethsemane, The Pressing Place Few people realize that the word Gethsemane means “the olive press,” the place where fruit is crushed under increasing weight until the oil flows. Jesus did not enter a r...

  When Seeking Hidden Truths Starts to Cost Us Our Peace Scripture does not ask us to pretend that conspiracies do not exist. In fact, it does the opposite. Again and again, the record acknowledges secret works, secret combinations, hidden oaths, and deeds done in darkness. Helaman is blunt. Secret works exist. They corrupt societies. They destabilize communities. They thrive where ambition, fear, and pride are left unchecked. Nephi warns of secret oaths and hidden power structures. Ether records that secret combinations existed from the beginning and will continue until the end. Scripture is not naive. But scripture is also not fascinated. When the Book of Mormon exposes secret works, it never does so to invite endless investigation. The record does not linger on details. It does not encourage the reader to chase every thread or decode every shadow. Instead, it shows patterns, consequences, and outcomes. Darkness is acknowledged so it ...

  Part 2 Seven Parables For A Plastic Soul Where scripture becomes seed, paradox becomes doorway, and story becomes surgery for the soul. Seven weeks. Seven lessons. One nervous system reborn. Part 2: The Soil - Pondering, Labor, and Neuroplasticity We sometimes imagine spiritual understanding as lightning, sudden brilliance, a voice from heaven, truth delivered complete. Revelation can come like that, but most often it does not. More often it arrives like sunrise, barely noticeable at first, until one day the room is full of light and you no longer remember when the darkness left. If a story changes the heart by entering through the senses, scripture transforms by returning again and again, not skimming but sitting, the way steady water erodes stone through sheer repetition. Neuroscience offers a language for this slow dawn. The brain is plastic, which means it can change, but it is not passive. We become what we repeatedly attend to. Every time you read a passage,...