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.
Monday, March 11, 2019
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
Thursday, December 6, 2018
How to Identify Truth
Finding truth is like identifying one color on a spectrum of colors. If, for example, we pretend that truth is the color red, I may ask you, what is truth?
Most would not know how to reply to that question, for if truth is the color red, then truth is not the color Candy Apple Red or the color Ruby Red, it's simply the color Red. To know the answer, you'd have to know how to identify and discern between the colors.
There are ways to improve your ability to discern between colors, and there are ways to improve your ability to discern what truth is.
To get better at identifying colors, you should take this test.
To get better at identifying truth, you should take this test.
Español
Cómo Identificar lo que Es la Verdad
Saber lo que es la verdad es como identificar un color en un espectro de colores. Por ejemplo, hagamos de quenta que la verdad es el color rojo. Ahora te pregunto, ¿qué es la verdad?
Hay muchas maneras para mejorar tu abilidad de discernir entre los colores, y también hay maneras para mejorar tu abilidad de discernir lo que es la verdad.
Para mejorar en tu abilidad de discernir entre los colores, toma este prueba.
Para mejorar en tu abilidad de discernir lo que es la verdad, toma este prueba.
Español
Cómo Identificar lo que Es la Verdad
Saber lo que es la verdad es como identificar un color en un espectro de colores. Por ejemplo, hagamos de quenta que la verdad es el color rojo. Ahora te pregunto, ¿qué es la verdad?
Hay muchas maneras para mejorar tu abilidad de discernir entre los colores, y también hay maneras para mejorar tu abilidad de discernir lo que es la verdad.
Para mejorar en tu abilidad de discernir entre los colores, toma este prueba.
Para mejorar en tu abilidad de discernir lo que es la verdad, toma este prueba.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)