This morning as I took Harrison to school, I began sharing my prepared spiritual thought for today. (It was about why the Lord commanded Mormon not to write down all that Jesus taught the Nephites including his "expounding" of the scriptures from the beginning of time. I mean that would be helpful information to my learning right? But I guess He wants us to seek and knock and ask so we can hear Him expound the scriptures to us straight from the source.)
Anyway, as Harrison and I were talking, he brought up that it must have been hard writing all that stuff down. I told him about how they had to engrave it on metal and they did it to be obedient even when it was hard and they didn't always understand why. (Like Nephi retelling his family history even though it was already written down in his fathers history.) I have always been grateful for the efforts of the prophets of old in this respect.
Then later I was reading 3 Nephi 22 with my neighbor, which is where the Savior is quoting Isaiah. My last blog post was about this chapter. But readying it again today, I got new layers of meaning out of it and saw more profoundly the depth and masterpiece of poetry that is found in it. I saw how it is applicable for the time of Christ and the latter days, and Isaiah's day and for me in my life today.
Then I thought of the effort it takes to write a masterful blog article. Most of the time, I just get on here and write whatever pops into my head. But a few times, I have crafted a piece that I have worked on and prayed over. I do know what it takes to craft language to suit my purposes. And yet, I am not Shakespeare. I am not Isaiah. I'm no Neal A. Maxwell. Today I am grateful for their work in crafting language with their time and talents and efforts to create literary, and in Maxwell and Isaiah's case, spiritual works of art. I am sure that was even more difficult than engraving words on metal.
It also made me think about how I need to not be lazy and keep up my own record. I need to put in the effort to get down my humble writings so my children and children's children can know of my steadfast faith in Christ. In this way, I can better fulfill my purpose of being an arrow that points them to the Source of joy and healing and connection and everlasting life, even Jesus Christ.
