"Laman and Lemuel likewise didn’t understand that the “dealings” of God included using prophets to warn people. The Lord had so called Lehi, but Laman and Lemuel were apparently embarrassed by their father’s unpopular role and by his stern challenge to Jerusalem’s then prevailing mentality. Spiritually numbed, Laman and Lemuel felt that the people of Jerusalem were undeserving of prophetic criticisms leveled. Yet a pervasive spiritual decline was actually under way, occurring, as often happens, “in the space of not many years”. A parallel and trampling decline is being missed by so many today, too. Ironically, those engaged in such a lemming-like march to the sea are often proud of their own individualism! Advice is seen as an insult, and counsel as a contraction of their agency." Neal A. Maxwell

Artwork by Jeremy Conrad Winborg

Losing My Life

I walked my own way, pride my choice,
I refused to hear my Savior’s voice.
I lived according to my will,
And felt a temporary thrill.
A winding road, a twisted way,
I stubbornly walked through every day.
Until at last all time did cease,
And I found that sin holds no peace.
Yes indeed I kept my life,
A path of resistance, sin and strife. 
I would not give it, nor humbly see,
That God and heaven called to me.
Now I face the place I chose,
For what you nurture in time grows.
The seed of self and pride brought me,
To suffer for all eternity.
Spiritual death, God’s wrath to face,
Because I turned from love and grace.
Be wise my brother heed my call,
Pride will bring a terrible fall.

Written by Michelene Glasson

The Book of Mormon allows us to look at the consequence of pride and disobedience.  The story of Laman and Lemuel is a warning to all. I am blessed time and again as I read and see what not to do, and what to do. I encourage you to follow the link I share and read the story that goes with the beautiful art of Jeremy Conrad Winborg.  
 
https://www.lds.org/scriptures/bofm/1-ne/18?lang=eng

 

 

Artwork by Del Parson

This is an example from the Book of Mormon of what to do. The words and actions of these dear saints of God are so inspiring. They inspired the poem, Finding My Life. I love these dear people and look forward to some day shaking their hands and telling them how much their testimony means to me. They chose their Savior and their beautiful sacrifice will stand forever as a witness of love and fidelity. I want to do the same thing in my own way. To offer all that I am and let my love show for my Savior! That is what I want to do!

"And now behold, my brethren, since it has been all that we could do (as we were the most lost of all mankind) to repent of all our sins and the many murders which we have committed, and to get God to take them away from our hearts, for it was all we could do to repent sufficiently before God that he would take away our stain— Now, my best beloved brethren, since God hath taken away our stains, and our swords have become bright, then let us stain our swords no more with the blood of our brethren. Behold, I say unto you, Nay, let us retain our swords that they be not stained with the blood of our brethren; for perhaps, if we should stain our swords again they can no more be washed bright through the blood of the Son of our great God, which shall be shed for the atonement of our sins. And the great God has had mercy on us, and made these things known unto us that we might not perish; yea, and he has made these things known unto us beforehand, because he loveth our souls as well as he loveth our children; therefore, in his mercy he doth visit us by his angels, that the plan of salvation might be made known unto us as well as unto future generations. Oh, how merciful is our God! And now behold, since it has been as much as we could do to get our stains taken away from us, and our swords are made bright, let us hide them away that they may be kept bright, as a testimony to our God at the last day, or at the day that we shall be brought to stand before him to be judged, that we have not stained our swords in the blood of our brethren since he imparted his word unto us and has made us clean thereby." The Book of Mormon, Alma 24:11-15

Finding My Life

My life for you, my heart you won,
My joy the gift of thy dear Son!
My days and words reveal to all,
My desire to heed the Master's call.
My feet move toward your voice,
My yearning to hearken with every choice.
My knees bend as I call for you,
My soul is strengthened and made new.
My hope kept by my dearest friend,
My love for you will never end!
My garments washed and made clean,
My sins and sorrows are unseen.
My brother and King you saved me,
My song of love I send to thee!

Written by Michelene Glasson



"For whosoever will save his life shall lose it: and whosoever will lose his life for my sake shall find it." Matthew 16:25

"Now Abinadi said unto him: I say unto you, I will not recall the words which I have spoken unto you concerning this people, for they are true; and that ye may know of their surety I have suffered myself that I have fallen into your hands. Yea, and I will suffer even until death, and I will not recall my words, and they shall stand as a testimony against you. And if ye slay me ye will shed innocent blood, and this shall also stand as a testimony against you at the last day." Mosiah 17:9-10

In Abinadi we see the meaning of our Savior's words recorded in Matthew. "For whosoever will save his life shall lose it: and whosoever will lose his life for my sake shall find it." It is sacred to read the words of this dear Prophet of God and for a moment stand with him as he offers everything in love, sealing his testimony with his life. His devotion to His Savior Jesus Christ is beautiful. I respect and love Abinadi! He has strengthened me and helped me to better understand what it means to “stand as witnesses of God at all times and in all things, and in all places”

Jesus was no ordinary man.

But there were some who did not understand.

They saw him working miracles,

but some were still deceived.

Why did they not believe?

When with few loaves and fishes

the multitude were fed;

when he showed them his pow’r to heal,

and even raised the dead;

when he walked upon the water

and he calmed the raging sea,

why did they not believe?

Jesus was no ordinary man.

But there were some who did not understand.

They saw him working miracles,

but some were still deceived.

Why did they not believe?

When his faith filled the fish-nets,

gave sight unto the blind;

when they saw at his bidding

even water turned to wine;

when he offered all he had to them

if they would but receive,

why did they not believe?

Jesus was no ordinary man.

The pow’r to bless and heal was in his hands.

They saw him cleanse the leper,

they saw him heal the lame;

they must have sensed divinity

and known from whence he came,

But understanding not his cause,

they crucified the Son of God,

And even then they did not understand

that Jesus was no ordinary man.

Written by Janice Kapp Perry

I love this song!  The question Janice Kapp Perry presents is sacred and we should ponder it.  "Why did they not believe?"  I tried to answer this in my own way today through poetry. Brothers and sisters, I myself have repented of the sin of pride.  There was a time that I was blind.  I was self centered and lost to the distractions of the enemy.  My hand was far from the iron rod.  I see now, and I know that happiness is not found in sin.  Happniess is to repent and follow our Savior Jesus Christ.  He will not save us in our sins.  Justice will have it's claim on those who rebel and refuse to repent.  I hope all that read my blog will feel the call of the Master.  I testify that He loves us!  He suffered for our sins, that we might not suffer if we would repent and follow him.  I hope we will be wiser than the scribes and pharisees who would not believe.  I hope we will have eyes to see the light of the world, even Jesus Christ.

"Pride is essentially competitive in nature. We pit our will against God’s. When we direct our pride toward God, it is in the spirit of “my will and not thine be done.” As Paul said, they “seek their own, not the things which are Jesus Christ’s." Ezra Taft Benson