Teaching in Heaven

I was having a conversation with a very close friend about the Church.  Topics ranged from authority, to the Book of Mormon, to prophets. 

As I was having this conversation I realized how uphill the battle was to describe these things to someone whom the topic was so foreign to. It wasn’t that my friend was flawed in any way.  In fact, if there was any flaw it was in my ability to communicate with the English language things of such magnitude, such importance, such eternal significance. These situations are a reminder to me of how blessed I’ve been to be raised with the Gospel of Jesus Christ in my life.

I’ve had many such conversations.  Battling the biases, worldly distractions, and worldly concerns, so inherent and built into us while here during this mortal journey.

As I was having this conversation with my friend, and struggling with the constant frustration of feeling like I’m just not doing justice to these spiritual topics through my words, something happened that’s never happened to me before.  I had a vision of sorts.  Really, it was simply a daydream.

I saw myself after this life.  I saw this friend.  I saw the scales of mortality removed from his eyes and I saw that I would have the opportunity one day to teach these things again. When that opportunity came, language, bias, and distraction would not be part of the equation.  I saw that one day this friend would remember who he really was, and he would know who I really was, and I would be able to teach him.

Countless friends started to pop up in my mind around this friend the conversation was being had with.  Countless people; from small, seemingly insignificant interactions to long drawn out discussions about the doctrine of Jesus Christ. I saw many people in my mind whom I love with all my heart. I saw them around me, and me able to teach them. Finally in a way they would understand. Without all my flaws and lack of ability to communicate holding them back.

I realized this friend would accept the gospel.  No doubt in my mind.  One day, here or there.  The time spent here, with all the shortcomings in my communication, these conversations were planting seeds.  And one day, when I stand before him in all his eternal glory, he will accept my words because the seed was already there, from mortality.  He would remember our conversations here, and it will make it so much easier for him to accept Christ and His gospel there.

I realized this situation would be with so many people I know here.  So many people I just can’t quite get the rights words, feeling, spirit, or power to persuade to see what I see and feel what I feel.  Again, no fault of those around me.  We all have our own journeys.  One day I’ll be able to teach again.  I look forward to that day.

For anyone who has read a single word of my blog posts: you will be in that group I so anxiously wait to teach.  I thank you for reading, and look forward to that day when we remember who we are, and can be united under the name that grants us all we have, all we’ve ever had, and all we will ever have.

The name of Jesus Christ.  Our redeemer.  Our Savior.