Monday, April 10, 2017

My Thoughts, God's Thoughts

Going back to the preceding post on the differences between Satan's promptings, and the Lord's - namely that I'm able to articulate the difference finally - I've also become able to articulate and identify some of the differences between recognizing when thoughts are mine, and inspiration comes from Heavenly Father.

First, I tend to be a cynical / negative / pessimistic thinker by nature.  Part of learning to try to anticipate the worst-possible-outcome in a lousy world before I would get hit with things.  Being a police officer didn't help this thinking any, and probably one of the reasons I never got hit during a fight: saw it coming.

That being said, not a cynic.  He's not pessimistic.  He's not negative.

When I go to the temple, I get answers.  There's directions there.  And there's peace.

When my brain starts spinning wondering if I'm doing things wrong, there isn't direction, there aren't answers, and there isn't peace.

Today as I walked into the chapel, my brain was spinning with life's concerns, and as is so common for me, my mind wanders down a negative track. 




But no directions.

No answers. 

No peace.

Nevermind I've gotten answers before, replete with total-peace, and directions, even worded answers, on the very thing I'm obsessing about.

Isn't that the way it goes though?  You get an answer and then you question it later afterwards? 

Maybe that's just me.

Let questions arise, but never doubts, was the instruction recently given in a general conference.

But the trick for me is to recognize, I have been given answers.   Answers come much faster when I'm just listening and am calm and accepting, I've noticed.    Doubting?  That doesn't come from God.  He will give clear directions and a sense of right-ness even in a time of danger where fast action is required - but all the other noise and static?  Well....they aren't coming from God, so either don't listen to it, or recognize when it's being done and stop doing it. 

Friday, April 7, 2017

The Difference Between the Holy Ghost and Satan's Promptings

All Latter Day Saints should recognize the spirit.

Peace, love, joy, longsuffering.... 

But the adversary likes to deceive and counterfeit.

I've noticed that the adversary likes to put out a feeling of "something's not right" in terms of causing unease and getting us to react without taking a definitive direction.

The Holy Ghost however gives us a warning and will give us specific directions when things aren't right and wants to lead us in paths of safety, not having us just react and flail about spiritually.

The adversary had fun getting Adam and Eve to quickly react and run from the Lord.

The Lord, on the other hand, will tell us things not to do and there's a feeling of "rightness" to the warning, rather than just dread and uncertainty and even fear that accompany the adversary.

Using the Aaronic Priesthood to send the ministering of angels is extremely helpful in sorting things - angels do a good job squashing opposition. 

Maybe I'll add to this later, but I thought I'd just share this now and put it out.

Kinda important.

Tuesday, March 28, 2017

Humble and Hopeful

I'm always reflecting on the counsel of my patriarchal blessing. 

Perhaps at least once a day if not more.  


I was told when I received it to read it, pray about understanding it - and I do - and it changes so so often in terms of the depth and inspiration I receive from it.  Lately it seems I've missed some inspiration from it that I've not entirely understood.

It seems I've fallen on my face so much in life that sometimes I feel like I've fallen more times than most I know have climbed or tried to - not putting myself above any of my fellow man - just saying....I've fallen a *lot*.

Mostly in the professional world it seems.

And more often than not as opposition seems quite unlimited in this world, I feel like I've got a target on my back - actually I know I do - and it comes seemingly most-often from the embodied hosts of satan's minions in this world who, wittingly, or unwittingly, love to bump and slash and dig pits for those around them - either in the name of corporate policy, or "just doing our job" (irony).  But for as often as I've tumbled, I'm become accustomed to waiting for the next rug to be jerked out from under me and yet another spectacular free fall.

I've faced the future, fearful and doubtful as to the winds of fate, just waiting to slip, or my fingers lose their grip one last time...wondering what exactly the Lord has in store for me...

As my confidence has flagged over the years and miles, I've discovered I'd been aiding  the opposition more and more with my growing cynicism, pessimism, fears and doubts all in an effort to feel like I had some control over life and was correctly anticipating how the world really operates - the point where they've paralyzed and consumed me and left me maxed out and my capabilities diminishing so it seemed....

 Now as I've reflected on my patriarchal blessing, I've realized such an attitude is not what the Lord has asked me to have and now I wonder whether I've created my own situations (perhaps to some extent) or if there really is a plan and I've been missing out on it.

Either way, I've not had faith in the Lord or his plans and I've really short-changed myself of a lot of things that require my own effort and spiritual exertions.

one of these jumps....I swear....
So what to be?

I think humble.

Humble is a combination of not prideful, but also confident, and yet willing to submit to whatever happens good or ill, and optimistic that things are going to be okay.

Makes me wonder what exactly kind of being I think God is if this is how I've thought for so so long.

At any to be?  Humble and hopeful.

For now that's the direction I think I need to take myself as it's much better than hopeless and helpless and faithless....I pray I do this and it becomes second nature.....

As for the rest.....set it down and focus on what's happening next....

Just a late night thought.

Friday, March 24, 2017

Feminist Convert to Mormonism

I appreciate the struggles of the feminists over the years.

Having read some of the writings of the early feminist movements I understand the thinkings of it early on, though I'm not much of a feminist supporter and I actually oppose much of what the movement stands for nowadays and is doing.

I think that "humanism" - an advocacy for the advancement of the human race working together rather than focusing on one or the other gender would be better for humankind than feminism or male-chauvenism.

The genders simply don't operate without each other - they can't.  They don't.  They never have.  You won't ever advance one gender by pushing the other down or asserting it's equal - you'll only advance it by showing how they work together so they can get ahead of where they are TOGETHER.

BUT if a feminist in this blog entry can be considered to be one who is aware of the differences of men and women, and is focused on helping women maximize their potential and divinity in this life....then here is a wonderful reflection by a feminist, and a Ph.D., who converted to the LDS church.  She noted that there is a difference between the doctrine and the culture in the church, but that the LDS are the only ones who truly see women as equals with men with an equally divine destiny.

I hadn't thought of the symbolism of the woman's bodies as they relate to the priesthood and their function - but even the ordinance - and yes it is an ordinance - of lactation to feed the life she created is similar in some ways to the administrations of the priesthood.

 At any one interested in truth, and sometimes truth is revealed by perspective changes, this is an amazing article that helps me understand truth about who we are. 

Thursday, March 23, 2017

Right but Still Wrong

Recently, on March 9th, I attended the temple and had my father and step-mother's sealing done.

While in the temple, having taken care of the matters of eternity that are so critical, having heard them from beyond the veil agree to the work that was done there...and even the Sealer paused the session to ask about my father and the ordinances out of all those that were done...all the nonsense of the world drifted away and I knew the rest of the worldly things just weren't that important.

As I had to come back to the mortal world from where heaven and earth meet....all the nonsense of the facebook world just seemed so shallow....and politics....well....they couldn't have any power at all except it was given to them from above.

And several days later a family feud over a facebook fight that became political started with several family members actually ganging up another family member (they need to make amends and say sorry - it was that bad) while we're 400 miles from family, rarely see anybody and then the one form of keeping up together  gets used to rip people over what?  Politics?

I'm not the person to be throwing stones on this.

This was my moment of my own self reflection to realize: I've done this in one form or another.

My reasons for my opinionatedness and fire come from the military where I saw liberalism unchecked that killed people - I have very little good to say about it.  My past feelings have been that I'd go to war to fight against it and am all for opening fire on it except....God has called me elsewhere.

And then after sitting the temple, my father is finally sealed to one of his wives from this life who he loved dearly, I'm putting my family together for the first time in eternity and then down here it's being ripped apart over....politics?

I've....been correct on political principle but it's not worth costing family.

And lobbing firebombs over politics?....well....I can think of nothing Satan would love more.

I'm not taking a political flag to heaven with me, but my family I hope - NEED - to take with me.

There isn't anything more important.

We take care of the eternal things then the political things take care of themselves. 

Otherwise we can jump on the bandwagon politically and win the battle yet lose the war that we came down here for.

Just a thought.

Wednesday, March 22, 2017

A Wrestle With Mormonism

This (link) is very very well worth the read. 

This really sums up what our religion is and how the outward tenets really are the shallowest part of what we do or don't.

Monday, March 20, 2017

And After The Fire...

I've wanted to change the world for good - be a force for good and righteousness!
quiet and fragile yet can brighten the world....

But unfortunately, I'm learning....this is a lot harder than I ever thought.   I'll turn to a bit of my inspiration in this world on this briefly:

One of my fellow military bloggers, the mighty Neptunus Lex (RIP), had a way with words that was very poetic, and powerful.  Lex had a writing style that inspired me, as well as he achieved much I'd dreamed of but never achieved - like being a naval officer and a fighter pilot.  But one of the things about his writing was that he was very pointed and yet seemed soft spoken.  I suppose when you've got a loaded F/A-18 strapped to you, maybe you don't have to speak very loudly to make your presence felt in the world.

But as I mused over his writing, and now his passing five years ago in a training accident at TOPGUN ("one word, all caps") his voice kinda directed me a bit in the Lord's ways of how to change the world.

Lex's writing style and insight was such that he never needed to write in capslock (unless it was "TOPGUN") and didn't use profanity to make his points and he had a massive following in the blogger world who listened to his ideas.  Perhaps in part because of the novelty of listening to a man who achieved what so many of us only get to read about and dream of.

But it reminded me of the scripture about how the Lord speaks - very much quieter than this world and all it's noise: 11:...And, behold, the Lord passed by, and a great and strong wind rent the mountains, and brake in pieces the rocks before the Lord; but the Lord was not in the wind: and after the wind an earthquake; but the Lord was not in the earthquake:
12 And after the earthquake a fire; but the Lord was not in the fire: and after the fire a still small voice. (1 Kings 19). 

I guess the point of my thinking is...well...this world has been set in motion a long time ago and loud words and chest thumping and yelling with capslock and a megaphone....might not be what change it.....

The pen may truly be mightier than the sword but I'm not sure it even has to write very large or very loud to be heard.....perhaps I should get ahold of the still small voice.....