It has been a busy last couple of months. Lots of pressures, lots of stress, and lots of distraction. I have been meaning to write, but have been at a loss of words.
Someone made a comment that started to roll around in my head. You know, the kind that at first seems only connected to the topic one was discussing, but seems to hang in there like the flu.
We were discussing our elders. Well in this case, the ancient ones, because we are now elders, at least in age. The comment was about the repetition of stories. It was driving my friend crazy. I mean how many times do we have to hear the same story? I mean it can fall into the category of water boarding! Well maybe that is a slight exaggeration. I mean I understood his frustration. How many of us have felt trapped or bored in a story that we have heard a thousand times?
But there was something else here. Something not in focus. Something that seemed a bit elusive. Something that goes back to our inner core.
I read scripture. I read a bit every morning. A couple verses, sometimes a whole chapter. I have always found it challenging. I mean its like reading Shakespeare. You know, you are reading English words, but what does it mean. But after a while, like Shakespeare, you start to get the drift.
I am a Mormon, so along with the Old & New Testaments, I read the Book of Mormon which covers more testaments covering 900 years.
Overall, it is over 6,000 years of testaments…stories of history and prophesy. The striking thing is with all the generations that give testimony of God that fill those thousand of years, there is a lot of repetition. Like your parents who would tell you over and over again about doing your homework, coming your hair, brushing your teeth, and when they were young, how much harder it was.
Teachers, you will notice, are driven to repeat and have you repeat. Repeat your multiplication tables, your ABC’s, and more. Why?
Have you ever noticed that when we hear something seemingly new, we have them repeat it back to us as in disbelief? Maybe as humans we are still children of a greater Being.
When reading history we tend to repeat it. It seems that each generation, because of their free agency, must go through the school of hard knocks and experiences. Even when other voices of previous generations try to reach us in pages of books we are deaf. How tempting it is to put our hand on the hot stove when we are told not to.
It is not that we don’t learn over generations to build bigger and better weapons of war or medicines that help us to live longer, we still suffer from what we do not learn spiritually. We all suffer from our wrong choices with our free agency. Those choices can lead us to greed, power, narcissism, envy, and vanity which in turn lead us into world of lies, theft, and murder. Every generation must choose to learn and either change for the better or become worse for it.
The truth will not change over time. It is constant. Many would try to say it different to fit it to their agenda. They would rewrite history and burn books. They are those that want unrighteous control in every aspect of your life. These people fill our history books and scripture. Two thousand years ago they put an innocent man to death, took his life, when all he did was preach the truth. Truth that was written about for five thousand years.
I am always amazed at how many times the truth bares repeating, but I am thankful for it, because it tells me He Lives and He Cares. Our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ continues to reach out to us even as we bat away the life savor he tosses us as we tread the waters of confusion. Maybe we should listen and take hold.