I yearn for the trials that will bring me to trust God with all of my heart, might, mind and strength. I think that somehow, if I could learn that, I could finally find peace.
What, then, is the cost of peace? Wilt Thou charge me it, Lord?
Saturday, June 8, 2019
Sunday, May 12, 2019
A Non-Married Man's Ideals Regarding Marriage
There is a certain ideal that I am determined to live as a married man. It is this:
To my darling wife,
If you suffer, I will suffer with you.
If you make a mistake, I will take responsibility for it with you.
If you are persecuted, I will put myself with you to be persecuted with you.
If you have a dream, I will chase it with you.
If you rejoice, I will rejoice with you.
I will not blame you nor will I speak poorly of you to other people.
I will not ignore you nor will I treat you as a lesser than I.
I will not belittle you, nor will I force you to do my will.
In short, I will love you as very best as I can, and I will be with you.
My limitations are human, and I'll have to ask you to suffer me as I make my own mistakes as well, but my love I will try to be the kind of man who is always true to God and because of faithfulness to Him I will be faithful to you. You must understand that He's the one who taught me to love other people and be with them, and I've been an imperfect student, but I am learning. You and He and I, together we will make a team, and we will run this race together.
In the end, it will have been better that, whichever paths we take, we take them together. Let's make it happen that way.
I love you, dearest.
-Dallin
To my darling wife,
If you suffer, I will suffer with you.
If you make a mistake, I will take responsibility for it with you.
If you are persecuted, I will put myself with you to be persecuted with you.
If you have a dream, I will chase it with you.
If you rejoice, I will rejoice with you.
I will not blame you nor will I speak poorly of you to other people.
I will not ignore you nor will I treat you as a lesser than I.
I will not belittle you, nor will I force you to do my will.
In short, I will love you as very best as I can, and I will be with you.
My limitations are human, and I'll have to ask you to suffer me as I make my own mistakes as well, but my love I will try to be the kind of man who is always true to God and because of faithfulness to Him I will be faithful to you. You must understand that He's the one who taught me to love other people and be with them, and I've been an imperfect student, but I am learning. You and He and I, together we will make a team, and we will run this race together.
In the end, it will have been better that, whichever paths we take, we take them together. Let's make it happen that way.
I love you, dearest.
-Dallin
Talking About Homosexuality
There is something wrong about the way in which we talk about homosexuality. We talk about "being" gay, and I fear that this is not an accurate description of reality so much as it is a linguistic tool of the Devil designed to confuse the children of God about who they are.
Men and women are children of God, and that's the best way to define them as a whole. Who they are and what they have are two very different things.
For example, a man may be a child of God and yet have temptations to become angry with other people. Such anger is not part of the being of such a man, but rather a poor choice that he makes on occasion. We may refer to him as an angry man, but our words cannot make anger part of his identity any more than our words can darken the sun; he is simply a child of God regardless of his human temptations.
The same may be said of people who struggle with homosexual temptations. No man is gay nor is any woman lesbian, but rather they are children of God who have sexual temptations towards people of their same gender, and if we would talk about their struggle less as a problem of identity and more as an overcomable temptation then perhaps fewer people would feel isolated and alone when such temptations arise; perhaps more people would be able to find help to overcome the temptation.
Let us consider the odd assumption it is to define a person's being by the temptations which they receive. In doing so, we allow not their Creator to define them, but the Devil who wishes to destroy them, for God gave them no such temptations and defined them in no such way. Any definition of a human being which does not come from God is prone to be a lie, for Satan is a liar, but God is not. Thus, humans ought to be defined with God's terms, and not the Devil's.
As we speak of such cases in the future, let us speak of humans who have a temptation, but not humans who are by definition in contrary to the law of their Creator, for He created no such person. Let us not fall into Lucifer's trap of defining people by their temptations, but rather let us glean their identity from the One who gave it to them. From this Giver, and only from Him, will we finally know the truth of the matter, and the truth will set us all free.
Men and women are children of God, and that's the best way to define them as a whole. Who they are and what they have are two very different things.
For example, a man may be a child of God and yet have temptations to become angry with other people. Such anger is not part of the being of such a man, but rather a poor choice that he makes on occasion. We may refer to him as an angry man, but our words cannot make anger part of his identity any more than our words can darken the sun; he is simply a child of God regardless of his human temptations.
The same may be said of people who struggle with homosexual temptations. No man is gay nor is any woman lesbian, but rather they are children of God who have sexual temptations towards people of their same gender, and if we would talk about their struggle less as a problem of identity and more as an overcomable temptation then perhaps fewer people would feel isolated and alone when such temptations arise; perhaps more people would be able to find help to overcome the temptation.
Let us consider the odd assumption it is to define a person's being by the temptations which they receive. In doing so, we allow not their Creator to define them, but the Devil who wishes to destroy them, for God gave them no such temptations and defined them in no such way. Any definition of a human being which does not come from God is prone to be a lie, for Satan is a liar, but God is not. Thus, humans ought to be defined with God's terms, and not the Devil's.
As we speak of such cases in the future, let us speak of humans who have a temptation, but not humans who are by definition in contrary to the law of their Creator, for He created no such person. Let us not fall into Lucifer's trap of defining people by their temptations, but rather let us glean their identity from the One who gave it to them. From this Giver, and only from Him, will we finally know the truth of the matter, and the truth will set us all free.
Friday, April 19, 2019
Writing and Transformation
I love to write because writing is the transformation of my ideas and feelings into a format that other people can read and understand. It clears my head and helps me to think. It also gives me perspective on my own problems because sometimes I can see through my writing how flawed I really am. Each time it's an experience that changes me, and I long for those moments.
Sometimes writing even scares me because I don't know what ideas or beliefs I'll have at the end of what I write, but that's just fine because if I feel unsure about an idea I can just write more things and eventually I come to a solution.
The transformation of ideas within me changes me, and some of those who read it feel that change too. I like that a lot.
Observations of Light
I love to watch as the sunlight filters through my windows in the morning, filling the empty darkness with soft, clear light. Have you ever sat in the place where the light lands when it streaks through the window and observed it as it enters? If you sit and watch for long enough, you'll begin to notice the dust particles that float like little ships on a sea of air, ships like unto shadows; only visible in the direct sunlight. Once I waved my hands violently through the sea of light and a tsunami ensued, throwing the little ships this way and that beneath the terrible winds of my hands.
Sometimes dust can look like stars too if you can catch it right, though dust produces no light of itself. It makes me think that perhaps the stars in the sky don't produce light of their own so much as they reflect the light of the Creator.
Sometimes dust can look like stars too if you can catch it right, though dust produces no light of itself. It makes me think that perhaps the stars in the sky don't produce light of their own so much as they reflect the light of the Creator.
The Union - a Poem of New Beginnings
Once there was a blogger with too many blogs,
He knew not quite what to do.
For he loved each one dearly and wrote on them all,
In the heights of his visions they grew.
So one day he took them and made them all one,
He lost not a post from any.
And now all his dreams are kept in the same place,
Come check one out, there are plenty!
Monday, April 1, 2019
Change in the Church of Christ
We need not worry about changes which are made in the Church of Christ, for this Church has a history of change. Moses, for example, was given a lower law and Christ, years later, repealed that law. If God could have His way, I believe that He would only give one law to mankind, which law is, “Love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, might, mind and strength”. Because of mankind’s inability to understand this one overarching law, however, God gives us lower laws to help us understand that one law better. Thus, the lower laws may be adjusted to meet the needs and understanding of the people for whom they are written. We are those people, and are members of the Restored Church of Christ, and yet we still do not understand that one important law. Therefore, we should expect change still. There will always be change until we live the law.
Thursday, March 14, 2019
All Things Come to Light
It doesn't concern me very much whether the Gospel of Jesus Christ is absolutely true or not in the short term because of the fact that all truth comes to light in the lens of time. If the Gospel is false, then one day I'll know it, but until that day comes, what need have I to hastily make a change of my beliefs? There is no hurry to know the absolute truth for we are eternal beings, and we will need all eternity to learn it. If we are not eternal beings, then this little time of life is rather insignificant, isn't it? It seems improbable that a man could comprehend all truth while still in this mortal state regardless of how much he studied or thought, so it must take eternity to do.
In the New Testament, the Pharisee Gamaliel made a very strong case for the idea of truth coming to light at a trial of Peter and John in Jerusalem shortly after the resurrection of the Savior. The body of the Chief Priests desired to take the apostles' lives for preaching of Jesus Christ, and in midst of the rapture of such bloodlust Gamaliel stands and warns,
I really like this idea that truth is known in time because it gives me liberty to explore, read, think, and know. Even if I do believe in something that is false, eventually it will be shown to me and I will know the truth! When I have this idea in mind, I can talk to anyone about anything and not be afraid because I know that at the end of the conversation I'll understand something that is more true and probably something that is more false. When I don't remember this principle, it becomes difficult for me to talk about things that I don't agree with because I feel uncomfortable with the new ideas. We mustn't fear new ideas, friends, we must put them on trial.
Christ said, "If any man will do his will, he shall know of the doctrine, whether it be of God, or whether I speak of myself." That is how we know: we try, and under trial all things come to be known--whether they be of darkness or of light. So what is the light that you've found, and how did you come to find it? What truths do you yet desire to know? How would your life change if you knew what you want to know, and how could you help others with it?
In the New Testament, the Pharisee Gamaliel made a very strong case for the idea of truth coming to light at a trial of Peter and John in Jerusalem shortly after the resurrection of the Savior. The body of the Chief Priests desired to take the apostles' lives for preaching of Jesus Christ, and in midst of the rapture of such bloodlust Gamaliel stands and warns,
It is clear from the text that Gamaliel believed this same basic principle: all truth is known in time. If Christ's doctrine was true, it would grow and be known. There are plenty of modern examples of such truth coming to light. Here's a simple one: There are people in the world who believe that because Eve was created with one of Adam's ribs, all men have one less rib than their female counterparts. For hundreds of years, this idea was taught as a doctrine and everyone believed it until someone actually counted the ribs of people and found that it wasn't true. Was it immoral for people with this understanding to believe in it? No, it wasn't! Now, however, it's a very well documented fact that the number of ribs is the same, so why would we keep believing the old idea?Ye men of Israel, take heed to yourselves what ye intend to do as touching these men. For before these days rose up Theudas, boasting himself to be somebody; to whom a number of men, about four hundred, joined themselves: who was slain; and all, as many as obeyed him, were scattered, and brought to nought. After this man rose up Judas of Galilee in the days of the taxing, and drew away much people after him: he also perished; and all, even as many as obeyed him, were dispersed. And now I say unto you, Refrain from these men, and let them alone: for if this counsel or this work be of men, it will come to nought: But if it be of God, ye cannot overthrow it; lest haply ye be found even to fight against God.
I really like this idea that truth is known in time because it gives me liberty to explore, read, think, and know. Even if I do believe in something that is false, eventually it will be shown to me and I will know the truth! When I have this idea in mind, I can talk to anyone about anything and not be afraid because I know that at the end of the conversation I'll understand something that is more true and probably something that is more false. When I don't remember this principle, it becomes difficult for me to talk about things that I don't agree with because I feel uncomfortable with the new ideas. We mustn't fear new ideas, friends, we must put them on trial.
Christ said, "If any man will do his will, he shall know of the doctrine, whether it be of God, or whether I speak of myself." That is how we know: we try, and under trial all things come to be known--whether they be of darkness or of light. So what is the light that you've found, and how did you come to find it? What truths do you yet desire to know? How would your life change if you knew what you want to know, and how could you help others with it?
A Strange Species
As I sit here alone, my thoughts come in a blinding clarity of light. Could I ever be as honest to your face as I am with myself when I'm alone? Could I ever tell you to your face that I think that lots of physical contact in dating is lots of fun too, but also that I'm not comfortable with all of it and that I'd rather not get too involved in that way with you? Could I ever tell you when we're together that I feel awkward about relationships and dating and that I'm not as confident in dating as I am in other aspects of my life? Could I ever tell you that I've never had a girlfriend before and that I don't know how all of this begins or ends and what role I ought to play in it?
It's amazing how your presence changes my thoughts. What once was clear so quickly is muddled, and I find myself struggling to remember anything but how nice it is to be with you. Oh, woman. I am a strange species indeed.
It's amazing how your presence changes my thoughts. What once was clear so quickly is muddled, and I find myself struggling to remember anything but how nice it is to be with you. Oh, woman. I am a strange species indeed.
Monday, March 11, 2019
Love Is
There was once a single lady with two children who worked very hard to maintain them, traveling a long distance and working long hours every day to do so. Her little family didn't have much, in fact they barely made it from one day to the next, but somehow they made it each day.
One day she was offered a job in a closer city, perhaps even a job with better pay, and as she went into the interview she spotted another woman who clearly was in dire need of a job. "We really like you, you've got the job!" said the interviewer to the lady as the interview closed. She paused for a moment and replied, "No, I think you should give it to the other woman. She'll do it just fine, and she needs it more than I do."
This lady had the power to improve her life, and the only cost would have been to say yes. She had no moral obligation to turn the job down like she did, the other woman probably could have found work elsewhere. Nevertheless, having the power to take the job she used it to bless the other woman.
That's what love is, I think.
Love is to have power and to give it away so that someone else may be blessed.
One day she was offered a job in a closer city, perhaps even a job with better pay, and as she went into the interview she spotted another woman who clearly was in dire need of a job. "We really like you, you've got the job!" said the interviewer to the lady as the interview closed. She paused for a moment and replied, "No, I think you should give it to the other woman. She'll do it just fine, and she needs it more than I do."
This lady had the power to improve her life, and the only cost would have been to say yes. She had no moral obligation to turn the job down like she did, the other woman probably could have found work elsewhere. Nevertheless, having the power to take the job she used it to bless the other woman.
That's what love is, I think.
Love is to have power and to give it away so that someone else may be blessed.
Friday, March 1, 2019
RootsTech, Repentance, and a Letter to Mr. Obama
Today I was thinking about RootsTech and the amazing things that are happening there. Following that train of thought, I began to wonder about what RootsTech could do to bring an even more interesting presenter and a wider audience to their venue in years to come. Then I thought, what if Barack Obama were to present at RootsTech? He's certainly got an interesting family history story, and he'd bring a wide venue of spectators to the conference.
Then I thought, oh no. He could never present at RootsTech. The outspoken conservative members of the Church may just boo him off the stage, and even if they didn't, they'd probably criticize him whether what he said at the conference had to do with what he did as president or not. That led me to another interesting question, one that has lead me to some introspection.
If Barack Obama were to join the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, would we accept him?
Would I accept him? Would my family accept him? If he showed up on our doorstep asking for help, would we give it to him? In my family, we're certainly not his political supporters, but could we be his brothers and sisters?
What about on a local level? What would be said of him in the ward that he would attend? What if he were called as bishop or elders quorum president? Would the members sustain him? Do we as members of the church have the moral strength to love and serve someone who most of us so strongly disagree with in such a profound way?
We should. Jesus said, "Love your enemies, bless them that curse you, do good to them that hate you, and pray for them which despitefully use you, and persecute you;"
My friends, I have to repent. Perhaps we as a church need to repent. Even if it wasn't Barack Obama who joined the church, what if Hillary Clinton did? How about someone like Alex Jones, who is so disgustingly far on the other side of the political spectrum? Would we compromise our morals and values and promises to love God and our fellowmen in order to exclude these people? What kind of people does that make us then? Who would we become?
"Love thine enemies", Christ said.
Mr. Obama,
I disagree with you on a fundamental level that we may never see eye to eye about. I think that you did bad things to the country that my family and I love and live in. I think that because of you, I am less free as an American and that bothers me because I worry about the freedom of my unborn children. What will American freedom look like for them in 30 years? I think that you made it worse for them, but you are my brother and I am determined to love you.
I'm really sorry for all of the rude comments and jokes that I've made about you since you ran for president. I'm sorry that I criticized you. I'm sorry that I didn't look harder for something good about you.
I promise that if you ever come to my church or show up at my doorstep, I'll help you out how I can and I will treat you as my brother. Maybe while we're at it, we can go backpacking too and we can talk in the mountains where men can really speak and be heard, and maybe we could understand each other. Maybe we could even be friends, and maybe not. I'll love you anyway.
Take care, Mr. President. You're welcome in my home and my church, and I do hope that one day you get the chance to visit. Just don't plan on getting a cup of coffee with me.
Regards,
Dallin Ward
Then I thought, oh no. He could never present at RootsTech. The outspoken conservative members of the Church may just boo him off the stage, and even if they didn't, they'd probably criticize him whether what he said at the conference had to do with what he did as president or not. That led me to another interesting question, one that has lead me to some introspection.
If Barack Obama were to join the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, would we accept him?
Would I accept him? Would my family accept him? If he showed up on our doorstep asking for help, would we give it to him? In my family, we're certainly not his political supporters, but could we be his brothers and sisters?
What about on a local level? What would be said of him in the ward that he would attend? What if he were called as bishop or elders quorum president? Would the members sustain him? Do we as members of the church have the moral strength to love and serve someone who most of us so strongly disagree with in such a profound way?
We should. Jesus said, "Love your enemies, bless them that curse you, do good to them that hate you, and pray for them which despitefully use you, and persecute you;"
My friends, I have to repent. Perhaps we as a church need to repent. Even if it wasn't Barack Obama who joined the church, what if Hillary Clinton did? How about someone like Alex Jones, who is so disgustingly far on the other side of the political spectrum? Would we compromise our morals and values and promises to love God and our fellowmen in order to exclude these people? What kind of people does that make us then? Who would we become?
"Love thine enemies", Christ said.
Mr. Obama,
I disagree with you on a fundamental level that we may never see eye to eye about. I think that you did bad things to the country that my family and I love and live in. I think that because of you, I am less free as an American and that bothers me because I worry about the freedom of my unborn children. What will American freedom look like for them in 30 years? I think that you made it worse for them, but you are my brother and I am determined to love you.
I'm really sorry for all of the rude comments and jokes that I've made about you since you ran for president. I'm sorry that I criticized you. I'm sorry that I didn't look harder for something good about you.
I promise that if you ever come to my church or show up at my doorstep, I'll help you out how I can and I will treat you as my brother. Maybe while we're at it, we can go backpacking too and we can talk in the mountains where men can really speak and be heard, and maybe we could understand each other. Maybe we could even be friends, and maybe not. I'll love you anyway.
Take care, Mr. President. You're welcome in my home and my church, and I do hope that one day you get the chance to visit. Just don't plan on getting a cup of coffee with me.
Regards,
Dallin Ward
Thursday, February 28, 2019
Textual Conversation
One of the things that I really don't like about texting is that there is seldom an actual end to the conversation. Instead of ending like an in-person conversation where two people say goodbye and walk away from each other, the textual conversation may end because one person drops their phone in the sink just as well as it may end with that same person being angry at the other, or maybe they just got bored and stopped replying. You never know because there is not really a beginning or an end. Shouldn't conversation be better than that?
Wednesday, February 20, 2019
I'm Trying to Dream Again
Odd things have happened to me since I've last written on this blog. I'm definitely a very different person than I was in 2016, and when I got back from serving as a missionary I didn't want to come back here to this blog because I wanted to be a new man - a different man than I was before. Like an old page in a beloved diary, I thought that this place was out of space to write anything more on.
Now I've come back, however, because there's something about the old posts that makes my insides stir with excitement and my mind begin to wonder and marvel at the world again like it used to. Really what I'm trying to say is that the things I have written here make me want to dream again because they are the dreams of my youth and I feel like I've forgotten how to dream as I've grown.
Have you ever thought of what it would be like to lay in a field of dandelions in full bloom? I can see it in my mind if I try. The picture that I see is of a landscape with rolling hills covered in yellow blossoms that smell sweet when you lay down in them and leave little green indents in the yellow carpet as you walk through. If you lay down, it's almost as if the carpet envelops you, hiding you, sheltering you from the eyes of those who would not understand your dreaming. This is what it's like to dream.
I've come back to this blog because I want to remind myself what it is to dream up a field of dandelions and fall in love with a woman with my heart. I feel like I've put away my ability to do both of those things, and I think that this was a fair and just thing to do as a missionary. But I am not a missionary anymore. Sometime I'll have to let myself fall more in love than my typical cycle of getting to know somebody just well enough to prove to myself that I should move along before I risk getting hurt.
The pain, I think, comes from commitment to action which is made impossible by the actions of somebody else and that's terrifying because I can't control it. What's worse is that there is no formula for love which means that I can't make a girl fall in love with me; she has to do that on her own. There are things outside of me which no amount of thought or worry can control, yet I can influence those things and I do every time I act.
There's another matter which has weighed upon my mind recently. It's a matter of eloquence and romance. I'm terrified of saying things that aren't true to a woman. I don't think I've told any woman since I left on my mission that I love her, except those who are members of my family and maybe two or three others who are dear friends of mine and have been for a long time. Not even in a friendly way have I said it. I don't think I've given hugs to more than a few women since I've been at BYU, and most of those are also old friends or acquaintances and that's odd for me because before my mission I hugged people like a minute hand moves. Now I don't. I just don't want to lie about how I feel. The thought of someone falling in love with me because they misinterpreted my communications to them is a thought that I don't like very much. I'm far colder in my interactions with women than I was before. Is that a good thing? I don't know.
What I do know is that I don't get excited about my relationships like I used to and when I say excited what I mean is that I don't dream because that's what excitement really is. Nobody is more excited than the wide-eyed dreamer. To him the heavens open and the Earth is beautiful. That's what I'm going for here. I want to be like that again. I know it won't be the same - there are things about me that should not go back to the way they were - but dreams and wide-eyed wonder are the shining attributes of children and lovers, and someday I'll be both of those. I'll be wise like an old man, too.
As for right now, it just feels good to write. I'm really thankful for having a blog to write on.
Have a nice day.
-Dallin
Now I've come back, however, because there's something about the old posts that makes my insides stir with excitement and my mind begin to wonder and marvel at the world again like it used to. Really what I'm trying to say is that the things I have written here make me want to dream again because they are the dreams of my youth and I feel like I've forgotten how to dream as I've grown.
Have you ever thought of what it would be like to lay in a field of dandelions in full bloom? I can see it in my mind if I try. The picture that I see is of a landscape with rolling hills covered in yellow blossoms that smell sweet when you lay down in them and leave little green indents in the yellow carpet as you walk through. If you lay down, it's almost as if the carpet envelops you, hiding you, sheltering you from the eyes of those who would not understand your dreaming. This is what it's like to dream.
I've come back to this blog because I want to remind myself what it is to dream up a field of dandelions and fall in love with a woman with my heart. I feel like I've put away my ability to do both of those things, and I think that this was a fair and just thing to do as a missionary. But I am not a missionary anymore. Sometime I'll have to let myself fall more in love than my typical cycle of getting to know somebody just well enough to prove to myself that I should move along before I risk getting hurt.
The pain, I think, comes from commitment to action which is made impossible by the actions of somebody else and that's terrifying because I can't control it. What's worse is that there is no formula for love which means that I can't make a girl fall in love with me; she has to do that on her own. There are things outside of me which no amount of thought or worry can control, yet I can influence those things and I do every time I act.
There's another matter which has weighed upon my mind recently. It's a matter of eloquence and romance. I'm terrified of saying things that aren't true to a woman. I don't think I've told any woman since I left on my mission that I love her, except those who are members of my family and maybe two or three others who are dear friends of mine and have been for a long time. Not even in a friendly way have I said it. I don't think I've given hugs to more than a few women since I've been at BYU, and most of those are also old friends or acquaintances and that's odd for me because before my mission I hugged people like a minute hand moves. Now I don't. I just don't want to lie about how I feel. The thought of someone falling in love with me because they misinterpreted my communications to them is a thought that I don't like very much. I'm far colder in my interactions with women than I was before. Is that a good thing? I don't know.
What I do know is that I don't get excited about my relationships like I used to and when I say excited what I mean is that I don't dream because that's what excitement really is. Nobody is more excited than the wide-eyed dreamer. To him the heavens open and the Earth is beautiful. That's what I'm going for here. I want to be like that again. I know it won't be the same - there are things about me that should not go back to the way they were - but dreams and wide-eyed wonder are the shining attributes of children and lovers, and someday I'll be both of those. I'll be wise like an old man, too.
As for right now, it just feels good to write. I'm really thankful for having a blog to write on.
Have a nice day.
-Dallin
Friday, February 8, 2019
Emperors Want to Conquer
It makes sense that emperors want to conquer. Imagine that France had won and controlled the entire American continent in the French and Indian War, leaving England without colonies. The economic development which could have formed out of such a success could have elevated France to a position of sufficient power to expand in Europe, taking control of the other countries around them.
Going along the same lines, if England still controlled the American continent, it is not a far stretch to think that they may now control a much greater share of the known world through empirical expansion.
If England kept the colonies, France may have one day ceased to exist.
If France kept the colonies, England may have one day ceased to exist.
What kinds of incredible knowledge and culture would be lost if all the world were English?
Even if they are greedy blowhards, emperors and kings serve an important purpose when they expand their power and lands: they preserve their culture and belief systems from being destroyed by the other cultures and belief systems.
It is as if all of the empires of the world check and balance each other with war to keep their ideas alive. I'm not a proponent of war or conquest, (in fact, all of the good things about war would be accomplished just as well if nobody ever went to war because nobody would attack and destroy other people and their beliefs) but I see now how it benefits society, culture, and human knowledge.
It makes sense that emperors conquer.
Going along the same lines, if England still controlled the American continent, it is not a far stretch to think that they may now control a much greater share of the known world through empirical expansion.
If England kept the colonies, France may have one day ceased to exist.
If France kept the colonies, England may have one day ceased to exist.
What kinds of incredible knowledge and culture would be lost if all the world were English?
Even if they are greedy blowhards, emperors and kings serve an important purpose when they expand their power and lands: they preserve their culture and belief systems from being destroyed by the other cultures and belief systems.
It is as if all of the empires of the world check and balance each other with war to keep their ideas alive. I'm not a proponent of war or conquest, (in fact, all of the good things about war would be accomplished just as well if nobody ever went to war because nobody would attack and destroy other people and their beliefs) but I see now how it benefits society, culture, and human knowledge.
It makes sense that emperors conquer.
Wednesday, February 6, 2019
You Are Not Alone
Remember who you’re dependent on.
For food, you ought to thank the farmer. For life, you ought to thank God. For education, you ought to thank the teacher. For love, you ought to thank those who love you. Remember that you are not alone as long as you are alive - and you will be alive forever.
Everything you touch was made to remind you that you will never be alone because you depend on someone, and someone depends on you. If you don’t believe me, that’s fine! But if you do nothing in the world with your life, one day you will look back and see the people who needed you.
Maybe you can’t understand it now, but there are people who need you in exactly the same way that you need them. You are not alone.
For food, you ought to thank the farmer. For life, you ought to thank God. For education, you ought to thank the teacher. For love, you ought to thank those who love you. Remember that you are not alone as long as you are alive - and you will be alive forever.
Everything you touch was made to remind you that you will never be alone because you depend on someone, and someone depends on you. If you don’t believe me, that’s fine! But if you do nothing in the world with your life, one day you will look back and see the people who needed you.
Maybe you can’t understand it now, but there are people who need you in exactly the same way that you need them. You are not alone.
Sunday, February 3, 2019
College Week Four
Hi all. :D
It's been a few weeks since I've written about college here. I'm sorry about that. I have never been so busy in all of my life and I'm adjusting to that.
This week was so good. It was also the first week that I've fallen significantly behind on my schoolwork, but I have plans to make that better this week.
I've found that how I begin my day has a big impact on how my day goes. It doesn't determine it 100%, but it does have a large effect. My best days start like this:
5:30am: Wake up, pray, exercise.
6:15: Shower, dress.
6:45: Daily Planning.
7:15: Scripture Study, breakfast.
8:00: First class of the day.
This schedule always leaves me a little short on breakfast time, and I really like to cook and have good breakfasts, so I'm wondering if it would be better for me to get up at 5:00 and have an extra half-hour in the morning for breakfast, and then I can take a half-hour nap in the afternoon to compensate for a lack of sleep in the night. That sounds like a really good idea to me because this week I experimented quite heavily with naps. Seeing as I hardly slept more than six hours any night this week, (Even sleeping only three hours on Thursday night) I attempted the half-hour mid-day nap, (Which is something I've never been a fan of doing) and found that I really enjoyed it. It gave me a really nice restart in the middle of the day that kept me going on very little sleep.
My best days also have good endings. They end like this:
9:00pm: Begin getting ready for bed.
9:15: Write in journal.
9:30: Pray, go to sleep.
I think that if I changed the schedule to a 10:00 bedtime and a 5:00 wake-up time and supplemented it with a mid-day nap, that would be a really effective schedule for me. This week I'm going to try it. I'll let you know how it goes. :D
One of my professors really impressed me this week. Dr. Kimball, (My American Heritage professor) said hello to me as we found ourselves walking in the same direction on campus and he took enough interest in me to ask me about my day and how things are going for me in his class. He remembered me. I feel like that's a rare professor who cares enough for his students to take the time to acknowledge them like that on campus. Thanks, Dr. Kimball!
I also went home this week, (On Thursday) coming back to BYU the very same day. It was a long drive, and I left my Spanish textbook and laptop charger at home when I left, but it was really good to see my family. Enoch wrestled so well, and I got to wrestle with him after it was all over!
Anyway, tomorrow beings soon, I have to go. Thanks for reading!
Sorry, no pictures this week. :D
Have a great evening!
It's been a few weeks since I've written about college here. I'm sorry about that. I have never been so busy in all of my life and I'm adjusting to that.
This week was so good. It was also the first week that I've fallen significantly behind on my schoolwork, but I have plans to make that better this week.
I've found that how I begin my day has a big impact on how my day goes. It doesn't determine it 100%, but it does have a large effect. My best days start like this:
5:30am: Wake up, pray, exercise.
6:15: Shower, dress.
6:45: Daily Planning.
7:15: Scripture Study, breakfast.
8:00: First class of the day.
This schedule always leaves me a little short on breakfast time, and I really like to cook and have good breakfasts, so I'm wondering if it would be better for me to get up at 5:00 and have an extra half-hour in the morning for breakfast, and then I can take a half-hour nap in the afternoon to compensate for a lack of sleep in the night. That sounds like a really good idea to me because this week I experimented quite heavily with naps. Seeing as I hardly slept more than six hours any night this week, (Even sleeping only three hours on Thursday night) I attempted the half-hour mid-day nap, (Which is something I've never been a fan of doing) and found that I really enjoyed it. It gave me a really nice restart in the middle of the day that kept me going on very little sleep.
My best days also have good endings. They end like this:
9:00pm: Begin getting ready for bed.
9:15: Write in journal.
9:30: Pray, go to sleep.
I think that if I changed the schedule to a 10:00 bedtime and a 5:00 wake-up time and supplemented it with a mid-day nap, that would be a really effective schedule for me. This week I'm going to try it. I'll let you know how it goes. :D
One of my professors really impressed me this week. Dr. Kimball, (My American Heritage professor) said hello to me as we found ourselves walking in the same direction on campus and he took enough interest in me to ask me about my day and how things are going for me in his class. He remembered me. I feel like that's a rare professor who cares enough for his students to take the time to acknowledge them like that on campus. Thanks, Dr. Kimball!
I also went home this week, (On Thursday) coming back to BYU the very same day. It was a long drive, and I left my Spanish textbook and laptop charger at home when I left, but it was really good to see my family. Enoch wrestled so well, and I got to wrestle with him after it was all over!
Anyway, tomorrow beings soon, I have to go. Thanks for reading!
Sorry, no pictures this week. :D
Have a great evening!
Saturday, January 26, 2019
Power to Kill
The argument over gun rights in America essentially comes down to one core belief of the person who believes: humans are essentially good, or, humans are essentially bad. Let's do an equation that will help me explain.
Gun = Power to Kill
If we believe that humans are essentially good, then we would therefore believe that humans would generally do what is good with the powers given them. In that case, we would want everyone capable of holding a firearm to have one at all times because, being essentially good, humans would protect each other from harm.
This argument uses as evidence the idea that most of the time when a shooting happens, the only person who actually has Power to Kill, (A gun) is the person who does harm. Therefore, if everyone else had Power to Kill too, the one who wished to do harm would be able to do much less harm before someone good interfered.
If we believe that humans are essentially bad, then we would therefore believe that humans would generally do what is bad with the powers given them. In that case, we would want to take as much power away from people as possible to keep them from hurting each other. Thus, it makes sense to want to regulate Power to Kill because power in the hands of men is generally seen as a bad thing.
The evidence for this argument lies in the fact that people do bad things with their power, and there are a lot of examples to back this idea up. Think of what Hitler did with his power, or the Columbine shooters with theirs.
What do you think? Are humans are essentially good or essentially bad? Why?
Leave a comment below!
Friday, January 25, 2019
The Man Jonah
I understand the man Jonah. In some ways, I really respect him. I feel like him nearly every day of my life as I look to what is in front of me. I feel the urge to run as he did, but it must be remembered that in the end he did the right thing anyway and with enormous success.
There are times in my life in which I have found myself running, and most often I have found myself back doing the right thing before long. Procrastinated, but present have I oft been. The struggle that I have is to engage here and now. Jonah was not a bad man - he just had one big folly - he didn't want to engage the task at hand. Sometimes I don't want to either. It's nice to know that I'm not alone in that - somehow it makes my daily life easier. I, like Jonah after being swallowed by the whale, don't feel particularly adept, but I am willing. Today I will engage the tasks of the day and just do the best I can. I will be like the post-whale Jonah.
There are times in my life in which I have found myself running, and most often I have found myself back doing the right thing before long. Procrastinated, but present have I oft been. The struggle that I have is to engage here and now. Jonah was not a bad man - he just had one big folly - he didn't want to engage the task at hand. Sometimes I don't want to either. It's nice to know that I'm not alone in that - somehow it makes my daily life easier. I, like Jonah after being swallowed by the whale, don't feel particularly adept, but I am willing. Today I will engage the tasks of the day and just do the best I can. I will be like the post-whale Jonah.
Sunday, January 13, 2019
BYU Week One
Hey all. :D
This week was one of the most stressful weeks of my life, but I loved it! It was a constant battle to remind myself that I didn't need to doubt and I didn't need to fear, I only needed to love God and trust Him that all of the college craziness is going to work out for my good. Honestly, having finished the first week, I feel a bit like a superhero. Let's put in some highlights:
I got to see lots of my friends! This is different than it sounds because when I say I "Saw my friends" what I mean is that we passed in the multitude on BYU campus and stopped to talk for like 30 seconds before rushing off to the next class. It's different than I thought it would be to be here because I can go a whole day without seeing any of my friends because there are so many people here, but usually I pass one or two every day. Friends who I saw this week include Olivia Jensen, Tim Erickson, Tyler Josse, Catherine Marcheschi, Sariah Fales, Nick Maloy, Ryan Stevens, Jayson Davis, and Katie and Nate Heaps. It's been good to see them. In addition, I have a great roommate! His name is Matthew Phillips and he's from Tremonton, Ut. Let's throw a few pictures in here.
Nick and I went to church together on Sunday. He's not in my ward, but I brought him along anyway. :D
Then these guys all came over for dinner at my apartment and we made chicken burritos on Sunday night!
Finally, I got a parking ticket. I guess that's not the last thing that happened in the week, but you know. I had to save the parking ticket for last because.. It's the last thing I thought would happen this week. xD Welcome to "How to Spend Your Dating Money 101"
Anyway, I've got to get to bed because there are important things to do tomorrow. Here's the most important thing I learned this week:
Elder Robert C. Gay said,
"In any of life's travels, why would you ever turn away from the only Savior who has all power to heal and deliver you? Whatever the price you must pay to trust Him is worth it."
I guess it's hard for me to say that I've learned this principle because I haven't yet - that's on ongoing process. But it stuck to me this week. It's worth any price. In my schooling, my social life, or anything else that I do, I desire to learn to trust Him. I really want to believe that it is worth any cost.
Love,
Dallin
This week was one of the most stressful weeks of my life, but I loved it! It was a constant battle to remind myself that I didn't need to doubt and I didn't need to fear, I only needed to love God and trust Him that all of the college craziness is going to work out for my good. Honestly, having finished the first week, I feel a bit like a superhero. Let's put in some highlights:
I got to see lots of my friends! This is different than it sounds because when I say I "Saw my friends" what I mean is that we passed in the multitude on BYU campus and stopped to talk for like 30 seconds before rushing off to the next class. It's different than I thought it would be to be here because I can go a whole day without seeing any of my friends because there are so many people here, but usually I pass one or two every day. Friends who I saw this week include Olivia Jensen, Tim Erickson, Tyler Josse, Catherine Marcheschi, Sariah Fales, Nick Maloy, Ryan Stevens, Jayson Davis, and Katie and Nate Heaps. It's been good to see them. In addition, I have a great roommate! His name is Matthew Phillips and he's from Tremonton, Ut. Let's throw a few pictures in here.
Nick and I went to church together on Sunday. He's not in my ward, but I brought him along anyway. :D
Then these guys all came over for dinner at my apartment and we made chicken burritos on Sunday night!
This is my group in my Effective Study and Learning class. They're great. :D
On Saturday, Katie and Nate invited me to go play games with them and their friends! We had a blast!
Finally, I got a parking ticket. I guess that's not the last thing that happened in the week, but you know. I had to save the parking ticket for last because.. It's the last thing I thought would happen this week. xD Welcome to "How to Spend Your Dating Money 101"
Anyway, I've got to get to bed because there are important things to do tomorrow. Here's the most important thing I learned this week:
Elder Robert C. Gay said,
"In any of life's travels, why would you ever turn away from the only Savior who has all power to heal and deliver you? Whatever the price you must pay to trust Him is worth it."
I guess it's hard for me to say that I've learned this principle because I haven't yet - that's on ongoing process. But it stuck to me this week. It's worth any price. In my schooling, my social life, or anything else that I do, I desire to learn to trust Him. I really want to believe that it is worth any cost.
Love,
Dallin