Saturday, August 18, 2018

The History Books got it Wrong!


I love history. 



Not necessarily the memorizing of dates… I’ve never been too good at that part. But oh, the stories that took place in real time, that’s what I love.  Even the movies that are based off a true story, seem more powerful because it really happened to real people. 

I guess the one thing I don’t like is what the history books choose to highlight as the significant events that make up history.  Oh. My. Goodness. If History is defined as the study of past events affecting human affairs – thousands of years worth of events could be on the table for the picking.  And what do we get in our abridged collection… wars, governments, movements, inventions, discoveries, similar periods of thought or progression, a few key personalities, etc.  I suppose those were chosen because they appear to have been the greatest influence for change on humankind.  

Although, I can’t help but wonder if the textbook writers got it wrong. 

I get how, for the sake of space and interest, they wanted to choose items that seemed unique in nature and appearing to alter the course that mankind was pursuing.  You know, the superman syndrome, where one aspires to greatness and stands out above the masses, becoming a temporary God of society.   After all, we believe in the power of one or the impact of small movements.  Though I would venture that there was something even more significant than the Roman Empire conquering other nations.  Even more notable than the printing press or discovering America.  Even more important than the Constitution or the “Origin of Species”.  Even greater influence than classical thinking or the feudal systems.  Even more newsworthy than Pharaohs, Kings, and Emperors.  Even more remarkable than the romantic period of arts. 

Was it Ralph Waldo Emerson who penned the phrase, "There is no history, only biography".

I believe the greatest influence in the lives of mankind is really only a small but simple thing, done by millions across the world for generations.  The singing of lullabies, the shaping of characters, the nurturing of souls that happens within the homes of every human being.  Done by the masses (with a few exceptions) yet done on an individual basis.  This ministering to the one, or the lack thereof, has had more impact on society and mankind than all those other history facts combined.  That’s a pretty audacious statement and it may not be completely accurate, though it does emphasize just how important the role of each mother and father has on the world.  It doesn’t affect just the one child, but the world at large.

A mother’s teaching and the woman’s nature has the ability to define the moral standing on society.  A father’s protecting of women and attitude about work possesses the capacity of defining the chivalrous expectations on society.  Granted, it’s not just one man or one woman’s contribution that makes all the difference, but united it does.  Unity is the key to bring about the changes and demonstrate the influences on human happenings. 

So although I understand why history is recorded as it is, the real history is taking place right now in our individual homes, each man and each woman, fulfilling their God-given role, is impacting the whole of human affairs.  We are, each of us, that superman hero that saves humanity. 

Wednesday, August 8, 2018

Identity Crisis

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I’m having an identity Crisis!

(And I don’t mean the one that occurred as my children transitioned to the public schools while my life’s work of home-education came to screeching halt.)

As long as I can remember, I have been taught that I am a child of God.  I learned it from my parents as we had family home evening and read from the scriptures.  I learned it in primary as the leaders went to great lengths to plant those seeds of faith in our young minds.  I learned it as society at large (although subtle, it was still there) had references to mankind being created in the image of God and through the lineage of Adam and Eve.  I learned it myself as I received the confirmation from the Holy Spirit whenever I heard these and other witnesses of this truth.  Prophets, seminary teachers, good neighbors, local ward members.  Everywhere is this underlining knowledge that there is a God and he is my Father. 

And to be honest, I thought I believed it.

That is until I realized that maybe I didn’t. 

If I truly believed that the great Elohim was my daddy – my life would be very different.  I wouldn’t have contradictory beliefs that I am not worthy or not enough or not valuable.  I wouldn’t even consider statements that appear to contradict this (or other divine truths) as carrying any weight at all.  There would be no addictions or character weaknesses.  My potential wouldn’t be viewed as limited nor would I struggle with scarcity mentality.  My religious experience would be rich and meaningful, never simply going through the motions.  I wouldn’t allow others, or myself, to treat me with disrespect. My self-talk would be positive, encouraging, and centered in truth.  And I wouldn’t feel trials and hardships are an injustice being played on me, nor would I ever feel abandoned or alone. 

Some might say that is simply part of the earthly, mortal experience.  I say it is simply a by-product of my lack of faith. No wonder the Savior said “Oh ye of little Faith”.   I have had faith to receive the witness of this truth and faith to profess it myself though maybe not enough faith to carry it over into application internally. 

The Vicar's view

My daddy IS the Great King and father of all Creation.  I AM worthy.  I AM enough.  I AM priceless.  My needs are met (no need for addiction) and I live a principled and virtuous life.  I have limitless potential and thrive in abundance.  I connect and am aligned with my daddy’s will, my Savior’s atonement, and my family’s hearts.  I embrace growth opportunities to become like him and I know He is always there. 

I’m confident that as I choose to increase my faith in this truth – I AM A CHILD OF GOD and increase my understanding of the nature of God as well as my own true eternal nature, then my identity crisis will be over and I can apply what I know to be true.