Since I’ve had my head and my spirit into Spencer’s book all month, every time I start an Un-Blog that’s what I think of. So, I’m going to share with you one more of my favorites, and then get back to regular Un-Blogging. Thank you for being patient. I know the Un-Blog has felt like the orphan child for a while, but we’re back now.
I know we have all experienced the mortal phenomenon of “When it rains, it pours”. When something dramatic happens in life, many other bad things pile upon us too. We have even named it, Murphy’s Law, which is: “Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong, and at the worst possible moment.” I used to think whoever Murphy was, he was pretty pessimistic – until I experienced it multiple times in my life.
One of the main themes of Spencer’s book is why this happens. He tells of being in a company that was assigned by the Lord to go from SLC to Missouri. He recounts how they left in trucks loaded with food, horses, guns, medicine – everything they needed. As their journey progressed, things broke down, they ran out of things. They shared things and then had none. They sometimes were attacked, robbed and some of their party were kidnapped. They were attacked by bands of robbers and by troops. Some died during these attacks.
He said they healed people by the priesthood, and raised many from the dead. They were led to recover their lost ones, but there was loss and sorrow and suffering every day. But, each time they suffered a major loss, they became more dependent upon God, and less upon what remained of their supplies.
He told about one brother who was a leader in their camp, but who was a diabetic. He started out with a good supply of his medication, but after a year he had no more, and none could be found. He got sicker and sicker, and priesthood blessings did not heal him until he finally decided that the Lord had commissioned him to go to Zion, and the Lord would therefore be his salvation. He jumped up one day, announced he no longer needed medication, and from that day he was completely normal. But, he had to decide on whom he trusted, then the miracle happened.
The journey in all took 3-1/2 years. When they finally arrived in Zion they had nothing. All of their vehicles were out of fuel or destroyed. All of their food was gone. They had been robbed of everything, even shoes and clothing except for rags. And, when they finally arrived in Zion, they had a pillar of fire before them, and a pillar of fire behind them, and they wanted for nothing. They were in perfect health, and every need had been, and would forever be, provided for them. He didn’t give them food, he gave them faith to only need tiny amounts. He didn’t give them fuel for their trucks, he changed them so they didn’t need anything on the truck. He didn’t give them guns, he gave them pillars of fire. They didn’t need civilization for anything ever again because now, they had Christ, and their faith had been forged in fire and was now diamond hard.
This is “The Journey” not just to arrive in the city of Zion, but also into a heart worthy of Zion. It is to be stripped of everything we depend upon other than Christ. This process, as painful as it may seem, is the only way to come to Christ and obtain perfect faith that He will provide for our every need, including those things from which life dangles. That’s the reason it took 3-1/2 years, not because of the distance to walk, but because it took that long for them to learn total obedience, and total dependence upon Christ. When they finally learned it, God himself protected, provided, healed and fed them by His constant presence, and then, Zion was just over the next hill.
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