Being in the South, there's lots
of crosses. Many people (by many I mean everyone I've met thus far) focuses
on what happened on the cross. Yes that is very important and I'm not
bagging on other churches, but what's more important is what happened in the
garden of gethsemane. I think I've met maybe two or three people
(non-members) who can tell me when the Atonement was made and when Jesus
took upon him the sins, temptations, and pains of the world. All they know
is that he died. There's this "Action Bible," and it's basically
a 750 page long dramatic comic book of the Bible with sprinkles of false
doctrine and assumptions to make it more epic. But as I was skimming
through it I saw 1/6 of a page mentioning the garden, the single most
important event in history, and nine full pages about his death.
So the great apostasy started to
show when Jesus died which is why we see all these epistles written to the
Corinthians, Galatians, etc from the apostles. So I view the cross as a
symbol of apostasy. In an interview, Gordon B. Hinckley had, he explained
why we don't have crosses.
responded: ‘I do not wish to give offense to any of my Christian brethren
who use the cross on the steeples of their cathedrals and at the altars of
their chapels, who wear it on their vestments, and imprint it on their
books and other literature. But for us, the cross is the symbol of the
dying Christ, while our message is a declaration of the living Christ.’
then asked: ‘If you do not use the cross, what is the symbol of your
replied that the lives of our people must become the only meaningful
expression of our faith and, in fact, therefore, the symbol of our
sign, no work of art, no representation of form is adequate to express the
glory and the wonder of the Living Christ. He told us what that symbol
should be when he said, ‘If ye love me, keep my commandments.’"
Today just messed with my brain.
It was so mentally draining, I won't get into the details, but let's just
say I got home and originally designed to sit in a warm bath, it only
spewed cold cold water, I sat in it anyways. I will share one part that
kicked off my mentally draining evening...I'm soaked because it was pouring
rain, but it'd died down a little. We went to go visit the homeless guy in
the forest. It was a dark forest without a star in the sky due to the thick
clouds and rain that dripped through the thick discombobulating fog. As we
walked through blindly avoiding puddles the only light we could receive was
the occasional passing car which shot illuminating rays amongst the
silhouetted trunks of the dead, towering, moss-covered trees. Hearts
racing, we pressed forward with our guards spiked knowing that no matter
what might happen this night, we were on the Lord's errand, and if we were
to die, we'd die nobly. However this did not matter, for we knew we had the
more power than anything that might happen as we marched valiantly through
that ominous wood- the power of God.
It was pretty sick, I wish
I could've taken a picture, it was like a scene straight out of a zombie
movie right before someone dies. But he wasn't there so we left a card.
We tracted all day. We met a lot
of cool people. We met some ministers, pastors, and reverends, but the only
one to bash with us was not any of them, it was just a normal lady. That's
weird because usually it's those in higher rankings of their church are the
ones anxious to bash.