No Coincidences

Tag: Love of Christ

  • 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.

  • Faith and Signs

    Faith and Signs

    3 Nephi chapter 2 is a fascinating and important part of the Book of Mormon.  It’s especially important to our day.  There’s a chance our moment in history could be parallel to this time in the Book of Mormon record.

    The start of chapter 2 tells us that despite many signs, wonders, and prophesied events coming about, the people continued to harden their hearts and scoff at the idea of a being like Jesus Christ, the Son of God, ever visiting them.   

    Verse 8 reads:

    “Now the Nephites began to reckon their time from this period when the sign was given, or from the coming of Christ; therefore, nine years had passed away.”

    There are two important points I want to make here.

    First, many miraculous signs happened.  This resulted in an extremely short-lived conversion. 

    3 Nephi 1:22 in part reads:

    “the more part of the people did believe, and were converted unto the Lord.”

    A mere 3 years (3 years!) and we have 3 Nephi 2:1:

    “the people began to forget those signs and wonders which they had heard, and began to be less and less astonished at a sign or a wonder from heaven, insomuch that they began to be hard in their hearts, and blind in their minds..”

    We see here how an outward sign can have a bolstering effect on faith, but ultimately signs create temporary faith.  The people didn’t do the necessary work to grow, strengthen, and develop their faith.  Within 3 years those signs were a distant memory.  Their day to day deeds and thoughts were what shaped them.  Those who continued to pray, look for Christ, and study the words of the prophets looked forward to a miraculous day.  Those who saw a sign and only momentarily changed their thinking or habits soon fell back into their disbelieving and hard-hearted ways.

    Terrance Szink says, “the conversion was the result of an outward sign and required no work on the part of the people.  They had seen the sign but, for the most part, they did not sustain their faith.”

    Faith must be practiced daily. If not, it will die like a flower without water.  We are entering a time just like this time in the Book of Mormon.  We are entering a time when signs will become common.  Miraculous events will happen around us.  How many around us will harden their hearts and not see what is right in front of them? 

    There will come a time when Biblical prophesies will start to be more obvious.  There are already signs around us that have been prophesied for centuries.  These signs will become more obvious.  This will only temporarily make people look to God, if it does at all.  Soon people will scoff at believers. People will speak of science and coincidence.  Many will say Christ is not coming because He doesn’t come in their expected timing.  Christ will come exactly when He intends to.

    The second point I want to make is more just an interesting thought.

    How funny is it that a vast majority of the people in the Book of Mormon quickly forgot the signs they’d seen? Yet, as a whole, the people changed how they kept track of time.  They started to speak of years in terms of the time since the sign appeared.  How ironic is that?  These people that didn’t believe the sign still acknowledged it was important enough that they changed how they tracked time.

    It’s reminiscent of today.  As a society we use the year 2020 as the time since Christ’s birth.  Yet, how many people among us today don’t even believe in Jesus Christ?  How many don’t believe He was the Son of God? He was important enough for us to mark our calendar by Him but not important enough to actually believe in Him.

    I believe many will have to answer for this hypocrisy one day.  The signs of Christ are obvious.  The impact He had on the world are so profound, and yet many still deny.  One day we will all have to stand before God and either accept Jesus Christ as our Savior, or reject Him.  I hope on that day our hearts are not hardened and we don’t deny the grace and love that will be right before us.

  • Love is Powerful

    Love is Powerful

    I was once asked a question I surprisingly had never truly dived into.  What was different about the first time I met with the bishop when coming back to church?   Why did I come back?

    I’ve written about some of the coincidences leading to me getting to the Bishop’s office and ultimately coming back to church.  But how did I stay?  Coming back once, for a fleeting moment of revival, that’s easy.  What really brought me back?

    I wrote in The Inspiration about cancelling that first appointment with the bishop.  That appointment eventually got rescheduled. 

    I remember walking into Bishop Thurston’s office.  It was a small room, like most bishop’s offices.  I believe there was a picture of the First Presidency, and Christ.  At other points in my life both pictures might have made me feel uncomfortable, unworthy, judged.  Maybe not the picture of Christ.  His image has always brought me warmth, if not alongside guilt.

    First Presidency February 2008 – January  2018

    I remember being so nervous.  What were we going to talk about?  It had been almost 10 years since I sat in a bishop’s office.  Was he going to grill me?  Was I going to have to confess all my sins?  Was this going to be a moment I looked back on in disgust?  Was he going to judge me?  Was he going to wonder what brought this messed up individual into his office?

    And then he smiled.  He shook my hand.

    If you’ve seen the smile of Kody Thurston, you know it.  If you’ve seen the smile of a loving bishop anywhere in this world, you know this smile.  They’re the same anywhere.

    He asked me to sit and I believe he offered the prayer.  Then we started to talk.  I remember not knowing what to do with my hands, I was fiddling with them in my lap.  I remember looking down a lot.  Every time I looked up he would be looking right at me.

    We talked about where I’d been, where I was going, my family.  We got to know each other.  I don’t remember much about the exact conversation.  I do remember what I didn’t feel, judged.

    Then he asked the question, I think it was, “Do you have anything you need to talk about?”  It was a loaded question, but it didn’t feel like it.  I knew if I said no he would move on.

    I had come into that room with zero intention of confessing my sins and opening my heart to a stranger.  Then this strange thing happens in a room with a person who has been sent and commissioned by Jesus Christ for this very purpose.  There’s a feeling in a room when the spirit is there.  It’s overwhelming.  I didn’t say much.  I implied some things; I got some things off my chest.  He didn’t ask much.  He moved forward.  That’s what I remember.  Moving forward.

    I talk about no coincidences.  I know it wasn’t a coincidence that I came back at that time.  Maybe it’s an excuse for me taking so long, but I know that God knew who and what I needed when I came back.  I firmly believe that God waited until I was ready and put Bishop Thurston in a position to be there when I was ready.  I don’t think I would have made it without him.

    When I was getting ready to leave, he said he wanted to see me again soon, within the week.  He told me to reach out to his assistant and schedule it soon.  He told me to tell his assistant to make it happen in the next week no matter what, even if I had to come to his house.  That’s another thing I’ll never forget.  Come to his house?  Why did this stranger want to see me again so soon?

    I was once asked what made me come back?  Love.  Love made me come back.  I knew when I left that office, without a shadow of a doubt, that the stranger I just met cared about me so deeply.  Is that something I could know?  I guess not, I couldn’t know it.  He could have been faking it.  The reason it has stuck with me, and the reason I came back, is because it wasn’t something I knew, it was something I felt. Like testimony or faith, it was something I couldn’t deny and something I’ll never forget.  At the end of that meeting I felt like I’d just met somebody who would do anything in his power, anything he possibly could, to help me.  I felt the love of Jesus Christ for me, displayed through this stranger so potently, with such power. 

    I left that office feeling good.  I’ll admit something.  I tried to keep it together.  I really tried.  I drove away from the building.  I pulled over within a minute.  I cried and I cried.  It was like the love I wouldn’t allow myself to feel Christ giving me for so long poured over me with such intensity.  I cry today thinking about it.

    Those first few weeks coming back were really hard.  Really, really hard.  When it got to feel like too much to continue on that path, like I couldn’t do it, I thought about the love I felt that day. I thought about that little bishop’s office where I felt something, and my heart changed.  I thought about the moment in my car after.  I realized I never wanted to be without that love, ever again.  That’s what brought me back and kept me coming back.

    Love is powerful.