Tag: heaven

  • What Really Happened with Noah’s Curse of Ham/Canaan?

    What Really Happened with Noah’s Curse of Ham/Canaan?

    There’s a story from the Bible that’s never sat right with me. The Bible tells of Noah and his three sons after the flood. As the story goes, Noah planted a vineyard after the flood waters receded. He then drank of the fruit of the vine, got drunk, and passed out naked.

    Ham, finding his father naked, brought his brothers Shem and Japheth in, presumably to mock and make fun of their father.

    This disrespect to Noah is undeniable. What Ham did in this story was wrong.

    But did it warrant this?

    (Genesis 9:24-27 my additions in parentheses):

    24 And Noah awoke from his wine, and knew what his younger son (Ham) had done unto him.

    25 And he said, Cursed be Canaan (Ham’s son, Noah’s grandson); a servant of servants shall he be unto his brethren.

    26 And he said, Blessed be the Lord God of Shem (Noah’s other son); and Canaan shall be his servant.

    27 God shall enlarge Japheth (Noah’s other son), and he shall dwell in the tents of Shem; and Canaan shall be his servant.

    Was Ham’s sin so egregious that his son and their descendants deserved to be “servant of servants” to his brothers?

    Ham did something wrong, but this seems extreme.

    Bible scholars will say Ham violated the edict to honor his father. True. But all his descendants cursed for the rest of time? This is the part I’ve never understood. Seems too harsh a punishment for something that borders on immature and insensitive at worst.

    Which leads to something I read from Hugh Nibley. I read this in a lecture Hugh Nibley gave and he was citing some information he read. (Reference to this story is also in the Book of Jasher).

    “A very early Christian writing tells how Noah’s descendants waged bitter war among themselves after his death, to see who should possess his kingship; finally one of the blood of Ham prevailed, and from this the Egyptians, Babylonians, and Persians derive their priesthood and kingship. “From the race of Ham,” says the text, “came one through the magical (as opposed to the holy) succession named Nimrod, who was a giant against the Lord.”

    First of all, note the vague “before the Lord” of the King James Version (Genesis 10:9) conceals the true meaning, rendered “against the Lord” by the Rabbinical and early Christian writers).”

    Hugh Nibley continues (my emphasis bolded):

    “Nimrod claimed his kingship on the ground of victory over his enemies. His priesthood, however, he claimed by virtue of possessing “the garment of Adam.” The legends of the Jews assure us that it was by virtue of owning this garment that Nimrod was able to claim power to rule over the whole earth, and that he sat in his tower while men came and worshiped him.”

    Doesn’t this give Lord of the Rings vibes? A man in a tower making the peoples of the earth come to worship him. I had to say that, anyways…

    Let’s recap quickly the genealogy of Nimrod:

    Noah begot Ham. Ham had four sons – Canaan, Cush, Mizraim, and Phut. Nimrod was a son of Cush. Remember that Canaan is the one specifically mentioned in the curse of Noah in Genesis 9.

    But let’s continue with Hugh Nibley (emphasis bolded again):

    “The Apocryphal writers, Jewish and Christian, have a good deal to say about this garment. (“the garment of Adam” mentioned above). To quote one of them: “the garments of skin which God made for Adam and his wife, when they went out of the garden, were given . . . after the death of Adam . . . to Enoch”; hence they passed to Methuselah, and then to Noah, from whom Ham stole them as the people were leaving the ark. Ham’s grandson Nimrod obtained them from his father Cush. As for the legitimate inheritance of this clothing, a very old fragment recently discovered says that Michael (AKA Adam, the original owner of the garment) “disrobed Enoch of his earthly garments, and put on him his angelic clothing,” taking him into the presence of God.

    This idea is interesting. When Enoch and his city were taken up to God (Genesis 5:24), he apparently received new “angelic” clothing. This clothing must have been Terrestrial while the garment of Adam given to him from God was Tellestial, as that was the world he was entering. This would mean the garment of Adam, which was handed down to Enoch, would have been held until…

    “This garment of Enoch was supposed to be the very garment of skins that John the Baptist wore, called by the early Christians “the garment of Elias.” An Arabic “Life of John the Baptist” says that Gabriel (AKA Noah, which makes sense, it was stolen from him originally) brought it to John from heaven as “the garment of Elijah”. “It went back,” says John Chrysostom, “to the beginning of the world, to the times before which Adam required covering. Thus it was the symbol of repentance. . . .”

    So let’s recap. The garment belonged to Adam and was handed down to Enoch until it was taken from him when he went to Heaven. It was then given to Noah who may have had it stolen by his son Ham. It was lost to time until the angel Gabriel (Noah) returned to give it to John the Baptist. The part I want to focus on, if you haven’t guessed, is Ham stealing the garment from his father Noah.

    “Incidentally, the story of the stolen garment as told by the old rabbis, including the great Eleazer, calls for an entirely different rendering of the strange story in Genesis 9 from the version in our King James Bible. They seemed to think that the erwath of Genesis 9:22 did not mean “nakedness” at all, but should be given its primary root meaning of “skin covering.” Read thus, we are to understand that Ham took the garment of his father while he was sleeping and showed it to his brethren, Shem and Japheth, who took a pattern or copy of it (salmah) or else a woven garment like it (simlah) which they put upon their own shoulders, returning the skin garment to their father. Upon awaking, Noah recognized the priesthood of two sons but cursed the son who tried to rob him of his garment.”

    Does Ham’s taking of the garment of his father, trying to strip him of it, remind you of anyone?

    “Behold, here am I, send me, I will be thy son, and I will redeem all mankind, that one soul shall not be lost, and surely I will do it; wherefore give me thine honor”.

    Moses 4:1

    -Satan

    Now read Genesis 9:22-23 considering this rabbinical story:

    22 And Ham, the father of Canaan, saw the nakedness of his father, and told his two brethren without.

    23 And Shem and Japheth took a garment, and laid it upon both their shoulders, and went backward, and covered the nakedness of their father; and their faces were backward, and they saw not their father’s nakedness.

    It seems plausible that what Ham did wasn’t simple mockery. It seems he might have stolen something from his father. Shem and Japheth, wanting to be like their father, try to replicate the garment Ham stole. But unlike Ham, they return it to Noah.

    Of course there are some unanswered questions with this theory – how did Ham get it back and hand it down to his sons if it was returned to Noah? Why was it Caanan cursed and not Cush or Ham himself? Still, there is something here that seems to add to this story of why Ham and all his descendants were cursed.

    Let’s continue to theorize..

    If this garment that Ham stole was the original garment of Adam, and signified the power, priesthood, and patriarchy of Noah, doesn’t that make more sense why he would have cursed Ham and his descendants? Noah might have sensed what Heavenly Father sensed (knew) when Satan demanded his honor. Ham might have desired power over those around him. This adds some new potential context to Noah’s great-grandson Nimrod’s story:

    “Nimrod claimed his kingship on the ground of victory over his enemies. His priesthood, however, he claimed by virtue of possessing “the garment of Adam.” The legends of the Jews assure us that it was by virtue of owning this garment that Nimrod was able to claim power to rule over the whole earth, and that he sat in his tower while men came and worshiped him.”

    The parallels to Satan continue.

    The rabbis (through Hugh Nibley) continue:

    “By an extremely common type of substitution, the simlah of Genesis 9:23 could very easily stand for an original tsimlah, a copy, imitation, pattern, or by an equally common type of transposition for Salmah, a garment or mantle, as in Micah 2:8. Even as it stands simlah means only a woven garment and can hardly refer to the original skin article. This is, apparently, the source of the widespread legend that Ham stole the garment of Noah and claimed to possess the priesthood by virtue of his illegal insignia. Ham’s descendants, Cush and Nimrod–both Africans, though Nimrod in his wandering moved to Asia–made the same claim. It is interesting that according to certain ancient scriptures which the Latter-day Saints claim have been restored by revelation in our own age, Pharaoh (who represents the Afro-Asian line of Cush-Nimrod) was blessed as to the kingship but cursed as to the priesthood, and he offered Abraham the privilege of wearing his own royal insignia in hope that Abraham would return the compliment by allowing Pharaoh to wear his priestly ones” (Abraham 1:26-27).

    I would suggest the possibility that Pharaoh wasn’t just trying to get Abraham to return the favor by letting him where his royal insignia. Maybe Pharaoh was trying to get Abraham to worship him in his counterfeit insignia of the priesthood. Abraham ultimately sought after the true priesthood, not the counterfeit.

    It continues…

    “According to a very old tradition, Pharaoh coveted the priesthood of Moses exactly as his ancestor Nimrod did that of Abraham, and it was said that the Pharaohs of Egypt dressed in a skin garment “to show that their origin was older than time itself. (Note, Abraham’s refusal to make the exchange was the real reason for his being expelled from Egypt, according to apocryphal writers.)

    Whatever the details, the priests and kings of antiquity certainly wore such garments, and the skin garment was often imitated in woven materials (see footnote below), in fact, the skin garment was itself held to be a substitute for a still older garment made of the leaves of the ficus religiosus.”

    Footnote (pertinent sentences to this discussion bolded):

    In later times the Egyptian priest wore “no real leopard-skin but a close-fitting coat of fine linen in the form of a leopard-skin,” H.R. Hall, “The Bronze Statuette of Khonserdaisu in the British Museum,” JEA 16 (1930): 1, cf. T.J.C. Baly, “Notes on the Ritual of Opening the Mouth,” 178. The Syrian Christians said that the garment given to Adam was of cotton, the “skin” of the tree, Eisler, Iesous Basileus, 2;34; this doctrine, they say, was known only to Moses, “who called cotton ‘skin’ because among trees it takes the place of skin”‘ hence the idea that John the Baptist took his clothes from trees. The Jews retained traces of the older garment in their phylacteries and in the Sisith, the four strings that every Jew once had on the edge of his garment, Ferris J. Stephens, “The Ancient Significance of Sisith,” JBL 50 (1931):59-70. Compare the Irham of the Moslems in John L. Burckhardt, Travels in Arabia, 2 vols. (London: Colburn & Bently, 1831), 1:104-05; 163-64.

    I provided this extra information from the mentioned footnote because I found it interesting and it added more context. But back to the point –

    It seems there is more to this story in Genesis 9.

    What actually happened with Ham and Noah?

    Was Noah’s nakedness symbolic?

    Was there a cloak or some sort of clothing that held significance that was stolen?

    We currently don’t know the answers to these questions but I find the questions fascinating.

    For now I hope anyone reading enjoyed where these thoughts took them, as I enjoyed the exercise. Possibly there’s more to know and understand about this story of Noah and his sons. There might be a great significance to the priesthood power that the ancients so desired, a significance we’re only scratching the surface of.

    One day we’ll know the answers to these questions.

  • Ivy, Sage, and Wren Thoughts

    Ivy, Sage, and Wren Thoughts

    A lot has changed since Ivy and Sage thoughts was posted in June of 2024. Since then, Wren has joined the family.

    Sage is very much forming full sentences now (callback to last post). She has a lot to say. A really neat thing to see is Sage’s adoration for her big sister. She follows Ivy around everywhere she goes. She’s started wearing Ivy’s slides to school, even though they’re way too big for her, because they’re Ivy’s old shoes.

    Sage is still shy. She’s getting better, but still has her moments. She’ll open up to people rarely. If a stranger is around she becomes super coy. She’s gotten especially better with family and people she sees regularly. But once she knows you and trusts you, she is full Sagey Sunshine. She is a linchpin in nursery at church. She walks in and gets other kids toys. It’s weird because despite being shy she likes to sing as loudly as she can during sacrament meeting in church. The only way to get her to be quiet is to tell her everyone is watching her because she’s being too loud. She immediately quiets down and starts looking around. I hope I’m not irreparably damaging her psyche.

    Ivy’s growth and transformation since Wren was born is extraordinary. She still has her toddler moments. but overall she seems like a new person. A new maturity has immerged. She is smotheringly loving with Wren.

    Ivy and Sage are constantly asking to hold Wren. They love her.

    I’ve been telling people the oldest child has to grow up fast, the middle child has to learn to survive, and the youngest child will be the toughest. Wren has been mauled since the second she got home. If you look closely at her eyes you can’t help but see a, “I left heaven for this?” Look on her face.

    It’s interesting watching this dynamic develop between Ivy, Sage, and Wren, and then think about myself and my siblings. I think about how quickly I had to grow up, how Adie followed me around, and how much I used to beat up Garrick and Dresdan.

    Recently Garrick sent me a video. It was a guy talking about his older brother. He was saying how he was grateful for his older brother because he watched his older brother take all the speed bumps so he didn’t have to. That meant a lot to me.

    Now I’m seeing Ivy already start taking the speed bumps that Sage and Wren won’t have to.

    Transition into a heartwarming sister story.

    Bedtime is of course an adventure/disaster/struggle pretty much every night. Ivy and Sage share a room. Most nights they lay down, all seems quiet, then Sage gets out of bed, turns on the light, climbs onto Ivy’s bed, and they start playing. This would be okay, except that it turns into tears and pain almost 100% of the time if left unchecked.

    One night we put Ivy and Sage to bed a little earlier than usual. I watched on the monitor as Sage turned on the light and got into Ivy’s bed. I went upstairs and opened the door. Sage immediately reacted by starting to frantically scoot towards the edge of the bed, as she was used to me angrily coming in to tell her to get back in bed. This night I decided to give another message. I told Sage she could stay with Ivy as long as they did calm and quiet activities like read and tell stories. Sage got so excited. The smile on her face. She scooted back toward Ivy and started quietly clapping with the biggest grin on her face.

    Ivy said, “Okay, I be just a little crazy.”

    I told her no crazy at all. She said, “Just this much crazy,” and showed her forefinger and thumb pressed tightly together indicating a tiny bit of crazy. I reiterated that there was to be no crazy. I left them to quietly play. They ended up peacefully going to sleep.

    Bedtime, sitting and playing quietly together, turning on the light, I’ve learned every so often it’s okay to just let it go. It eventually ends up in Sage crying, but at that point she’ll just get in bed and go to sleep. Ivy will usually lie down quietly facing her lamp going through her books and audio sleep stories.

    We recently moved. The days during the move were…hard. It was difficult for the girls. I could tell. It’s interesting how our personalities, the things people don’t see, get passed onto our children. I could sense my girls feeling unsettled because I felt unsettled.

    I didn’t recognize Ivy and Sage during the move. They were not themselves. In the midst of this chaos, after they went to sleep, I had to write as I do every night. I came back to this post to continue on it.

    Writing about them was just what I needed. I re-read this in progress post and it reminded me of the normal disposition of my girls. This wasn’t them.

    I came back and read this –

    I was in the car with Ivy on a long drive. I was zoned out, in my own head.

    Suddenly Ivy said something to me. I just responded automatically without even thinking about what she said, “Yeah, Ivy.”

    Then I processed what she said. “The moms on the bus go beep beep beep.”

    Once I processed it, I realized Ivy was making our classic joke, saying something on the bus does something it doesn’t actually do.

    I cracked up and told Ivy she got me, and that it was really funny.

    She was silent so I didn’t know if she was over it because I took too long.

    I looked in the rearview mirror and she was sitting in her car seat with a smug grin on her face.

    “I made Dad laugh,” she said just loud enough for me to hear.

    Gosh I love these girls so much and I’ll try not to turn this Ivy and Sage moments post into a parenting post but… parenting is so hard. All the cliches – there is no playbook for this, I don’t know what I’m doing, etc.

    I am an apprentice parent. And who am I an apprentice to?

    The Father of the universe. What an honor. I know I’ve written about this before but how could He possibly entrust me – so incredibly flawed and faulty – to care for these precious souls?

    Anyways, back on to the positive, funny, and uplifting moments of parenting two amazing girls.

    Sage is crazy in the pool. Ivy as a baby had a semblance of this behavior before she got old enough to know better, but it was nothing like Sage. If we’re sitting on a step in the pool, Sage will repeatedly walk to the edge of the step and dive out into the water as far as she can. She’s not just stepping off the edge, she is diving. She’ll do one of two things at this point. She will either curl up into a ball or she will stretch out completely like she’s trying to reach the other end of the pool. It goes without saying we watch her very closely in and near the pool.

    My family likes to go cliff jumping at the lake. It’s one of our favorite activities. Looks like Sage is going to be my cliff jumper. Ivy will too, but Sage seems to have an innate desire for danger.

    As a kid I hated roller coasters. Hated. I would be peer-pressured to go on rides, and I would hate it. I remember my cousin Sarah loving roller coasters and having the feeling that I needed to toughen up. My parents now say it was Adie getting old enough to ride roller coasters that made me start embracing them. Now there’s nothing I love more than thrill rides and thrill activities. Roller coasters, sky diving, cliff jumping – these are my favorite things to do. If you told my 8-year-old self I’d grow up and my three favorite things would be roller coasters, jumping out of an airplane, and doing a gainer off a 35-foot cliff, I’d probably have thought that unlikely. It’s interesting how those around us influence us so much, sometimes for the better.

    Like I said, I think Sage is going to be a natural cliff-jumper. Ivy may see that and become a cliff-jumper as well.

    Ivy does already love the lake, though. Let the record show.

    There’s a mini battle Beth and I have had the last two summers when we visit Las Vegas. Beth doesn’t want Ivy to go to the lake with me and my family. I always think it goes without saying that she’s going.

    I kind of understand Beth’s reservations.

    I understand that Ivy is little, it can be the slightest bit dangerous if we don’t watch her closely (which we do), it’s hot, open water, etc.

    On the other hand, Ivy has to come to the lake with us!

    Beth’s main concern I know is that I’m not fully engaged in parenthood when at the lake. Hard to watch your daughter while you’re leaping off cliffs. That said, when I’m not jumping off cliffs, there’s nothing I want more than to be sitting with Ivy on a boat, a kayak, or swimming with her.

    When we finally did take Ivy to the lake for the first time, she loved it. She spent 8 hours at the lake, took a little cat nap in the shade while cruising around in a boat, went home, drove to St. George, and proceeded to stay up all night. Ivy’s a lake girl.

    One last funny Ivy story and Sage story to conclude this post.

    Ivy the other day started to say, “We’re going to do Halloween, then Thanksgiving, and Christmas.” As I was starting to think to myself, ‘Wow, how’d she know the order of holidays? My girl is growing up..’ Ivy concluded, “We’re going to do it backwards this year.” That made me chuckle.

    As I mentioned, we moved. The new neighborhood is full of little kids under the age of 9. Coming from essentially a retirement community at our condo, that’s been great.

    The other day Ivy and Sage were sitting in the grass playing with a new friend. Ivy was talking a lot, telling this new friend stuff. Sage, still her coy and quiet self at times, was repeating everything Ivy was saying, just extremely quiet. So Ivy would say, “This is how you make rock people” and Sage would whisper, “how..make.. rock people.”

    I love these girls.

  • Raising our Children

    Raising our Children

    I don’t understand the timing of eternity. I don’t understand how it’s going to work out.

    There is a peculiar promise made to Emma Smith in church history. That promise was that she would be able to raise to adulthood the children she had lost.

    I always found this strange.

    Why would she want to raise her children after life on earth? Their souls will be grown, and they will no longer need rearing to adulthood like they would have needed on earth. Are there children in heaven?

    Then the other day I was spending time with Ivy and Sage. Wren was also in the room. Ivy said something very smart. Sage said something very cute. Wren spit up. I realized how precious each of these phases was.

    While I’d always considered this promise strange, in that moment it made sense. I wouldn’t want to miss out on any of these moments or phases with my daughters. Each age, each moment, each day is so unique with each of them.

    Right now Ivy is becoming so smart and so helpful.

    Right now Sage is so trusting and so happy.

    Right now Wren is so innocent and so cute.

    I could add 100 more individual adjectives for them at these specific moments. They are each so unique.

    A common theme of my prayers is asking God the question: What did I do to earn these precious gifts?

    I don’t know how I could possibly be worthy of these unique and special souls that have been sent down to me. I look at Ivy, Sage, and Wren and just marvel at who they are.

    I marvel that the world goes day-to-day without answers to these questions:

    Why am I here?

    Where did I come from?

    Where am I going?

    What happens to those we love when they move on?

    This life is so hard but without the inkling of an understanding of what comes next, it seems so hopeless.

    The Plan of Salvation is a Plan of Happiness. Because God loves us He gave us families. Because He loves us He gave us the chance to come to this planet to learn.

    I marvel at this plan and that I get to be a part of it.

    I don’t know exactly how things work after this life. I don’t know how eternity works. But I do know that God is perfect and He loves us perfectly. I know that nothing will be lost – not one moment, not one gift.

    I know that God gave me these daughters not for this life but for eternity. I know we’ll be together forever.

  • Bengie

    Bengie

    We met it seems, such a short time ago.

    You looked at me, needing me so.

    Yet from your sadness our happiness grew.

    And I found out I needed you too.

    I remember how we used to play.

    I recall those rainy days.

    Goodbye may seem forever.

    Farewell is like the end.

    But in my heart’s a memory.

    And there, you’ll always be.

    Bengie started with Grandma Leach. He was too high energy. My grandparents didn’t know even a puppy could have that much energy.

    Laura, Jon, and Sydney took Bengie next. Bengie became Laura’s comfort dog through all her time being sick. He would often be found cuddling with her, especially at the end. I visited Bengie when I was 21 and lost. I talked to Bengie when I wasn’t talking to God.

    Grandma is no longer with us.

    When Grandma was around, Bengie would run to her. It may have been due to Grandma having a weak spot for sneaking him food from the kitchen. Bengie remembered his first companion.

    When Laura no longer needed Bengie and Beth had a hole to fill, Bengie stepped in with honor.

    Bengie took care of a lot of people while he was here.

    If we believe there is a plan in this life, which I do, then Bengie was here for many important reasons. Few dogs get to accomplish so much.

    I’m having a difficult time writing this because I’ve tried not to think about how he’s gone. I couldn’t be there when it happened. I asked Beth to do it because Beth is tougher than me.

    Bengie was struggling for a long time.

    Before he left for the last time with Beth, I took him on one last walk. He hadn’t been going on walks with us for a long time. That last walk confirmed to me the right decision was being made. He could hardly navigate even the open space, stumbling from bush to bush.

    It had been so long since Bengie had been himself, I’d almost forgotten. Beth showed me some videos that reminded me of all the fun we used to have. Before kids I played with him everyday. Now I play with my girls everyday.

    We used to take Bengie on long bike rides. Bengie would run alongside us. Sometimes I would take him off the leash and I was amazed at how he could fly. When we’d go on bike trips, inevitably an old Scottsdale woman would show concern about the little dog running alongside a bike in the heat. Little did they know when we got home he’d run around nonstop until we finally went to bed. Bengie could run forever.

    Bengie used to cuddle with anyone that would sit still. He loved laying with Ivy before she started walking.

    He was a great dog.

    You know that movie All Dogs go to Heaven?

    I believe all dogs do go to heaven. There is a special place reserved for the companions sent here to comfort us.

    Death isn’t the end, even for pets. That’s awesome. I’m glad I’ll be able to see Bengie again. Next time I see him, maybe he’ll even be able to talk, who knows?

    That’ll be a day.

  • Who was Jesus Christ

    Who was Jesus Christ

    I may have written about this idea before, but given we just celebrated Christmas I’m going to share the thought again.

    If you’re reading this, you chose to come to earth. You don’t remember this choice, but trust me, you did.

    If you’re reading this, you knew to some extent what coming to earth would entail. To be clear, you couldn’t fully understand what you were getting into. But I imagine you knew it would be hard. You knew you would suffer. You knew you would fail.

    Then you discussed an option. Maybe someone could atone for every mistake you would make so you could be forgiven and return home again.

    Someone stepped forward and you accepted Him.

    Who was that person that you put your entire eternal salvation, destiny, and future into? Who did you trust enough to literally put the fate of your soul on the line? Who was this person that you trusted so much, who you knew loved you so intensely, who was so upright, so kind, so seemingly perfect that you actually believed and trusted He would go down and continue to be perfect. You believed He would go down and do something impossible so you could be saved. I assume you knew Him to be so perfect that you believed He could continue to be perfect with all that mortality could throw at Him. Impossible. It seemed impossible and yet you trusted Him.

    Who was this person?

    What was His character?

    What was He like?

    How could He be so magnificent, so powerful, so kind, so loving, so perfect that you were willing to bet your existence on it?

    Who was He?

    Did He know what He was getting into way back then?

    I don’t think He did.

    Matthew 26:39:

    “And he went a little farther, and fell on his face, and prayed, saying, O my Father, if it be possible, let this cup pass from me: nevertheless not as I will, but as thou wilt.”

    Matthew 26:42:

    “He went away again the second time, and prayed, saying, O my Father, if this cup may not pass away from me, except I drink it, thy will be done.”

    Matthew 27:46:

    “And about the ninth hour Jesus cried with a loud voice, saying, Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani? that is to say, My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?”

    The heavens cried for joy when He accomplished the impossible.

    You cried for joy knowing He accomplished the impossible.

    Did Christ know He would accomplish His mission on earth? Was His faith a perfect knowledge? With the importance of agency, I believe there was a chance that Christ would fail.

    But He didn’t.

    We knew He wouldn’t.

    Who was this character?

    This Being.

    This Entity.

    This Savior.

    This Brother.

    This Person that we so trusted.

    I’m grateful He was born. I’m grateful He accomplished His mission. I’m grateful that He knew I wasn’t going to be perfect and so He did the hard thing for me. I’m grateful for His love. I’m grateful that He loved me so much that He refused to fail, even though it was unimaginably hard. I know He refused to fail because He knew what was at stake.

    Merry Christmas.