Nobodys Perfect?

December 19, 2011

A problem that i had growing up in the church was the notion that nobodys perfect, and nobodys going to be perfect in this life. I heard it alot and heard it repeated over and over. i believe the problem with this ideology is the finality that is applied to it. mormons are raised and conditioned to have these notions of finality. at least i know i was. ever since i was a  little kid looking up at the plan of salvation diagram with the 3 degrees of glory being the end, i was conditioned to think that there was a final judgment to end all judgments and that after that jusdgment i would never be able to become any better, and i would then be stuck in whatever kingdom i had recieved for the rest of forever.

today because of some things that ive learned im more inclined to believe that I am assigned to a kingdom right now and later i will live again and be assigned another kingdom, becausen gods course is one eternal round. Im a firm believer that everything that happens in this life god allows to happen for our beinifit.  “we are in the midst of eternity and out of it we can never get” i think that was brigham young. this time is a slice of our eternity and god knows perfectly what kind of people (what kind of kingdom) we need to be in order to progress.  people have a common inclination to think in terms of good and evil. they say he is a good person because he does this and that. and he is a bad person because he dosent do this and that. 

No one has a right to say you are a bad person because of what you do. a person who would cast such judgment with out the perfect understanding of christ is always making an incorrect judgment. all of these random comments were just my lead in for my favorite quote for the week.

Now I am going to tell a dream that I had, which I think is as applicable, to the people to-day – the 21st day of June, 1874, as when I had it. There were so many going to California, and going this way and that way, and they did not know what they wanted, and said I – “stay here, we can raise our food here, I know it is a good stock country, a good sheep country, and as good a country for raising silk as there is in the world, and we shall raise some of the best of wheat. There stands a man – Burr Frost, and there is Truman O. Angell, who were present at the time. Said I, “We can raise all we want here, do not go away, do not be discouraged.” That was when the pioneers came; the next year, it was California, California, California, California. “No,” said I, “stay here.” After much thought and reflection, and a good deal of praying and anxiety as to whether the people would be saved after all our trouble in being driven into the wilderness, I had a dream one night, the second year after we came in here. Captain Brown had gone up to the Weber, and bought a little place belonging to Miles Goodyear. Miles Goodyear had a few goats, and I had a few sheep that I had driven into the Valley, and I wanted to get a few goats to put along with the sheep. I had seen Captain Brown and spoken to him about the goats, and he said I could have them. Just at that time I had this dream, which I will now relate, I thought I had started and gone past the Hot Springs, which is about four miles north of this city. I was going after my goats. When I had gone round the point of the mountain by the Hot Springs, and had got about half a mile on the rise of ground beyond the Spring, whom should I meet but brother Joseph Smith. He had a wagon with no bed on, with bottom boards, and tents and camp equipage piled on. Somebody sat on the wagon driving the team. Behind the team I saw a great flock of sheep. I heard their bleating, and saw some goats among them. I looked at them and thought – “This is curious, brother Joseph has been up to Captain Brown’s and got my goats.” There were men driving the sheep, and some of the sheep I should think were three and a half feet high, with large, fine beautiful white fleeces, and they looked so lovely and pure; others were of moderate size, and pure and white; and in fact there were sheep of all sizes, with fleeces clean, pure and white. Then I saw some that were dark and spotted, of all colors and sizes and kinds, and their fleeces were dirty, and they looked inferior; some of these were a pretty good size, but not as large as some of the large fine clean sheep, and altogether there was a multitude of them of all sizes and kinds, and goats of all colors, sizes and kinds mixed among them. Joseph stopped the wagon, and the sheep kept rushing up until there was an immense herd. I looked in Joseph’s eye, and laughed, just as I had many a time when he was alive, about some trifling thing or other, and said I – “Joseph, you have got the darndest flock of sheep I ever saw in my life; what are you going to do with them, what on earth are they for?” Joseph looked cunningly out of his eyes, just as he used to at times, and said he – “They are all good in their places.” When I awoke in the morning I did not find any fault with those who wanted to go to California; I said, “If they want to go let them go, and we will do all we can to save them; I have no more fault to find, the sheep and the goats will run together, but Joseph says, “They are all good in their places.”
JD 18:245 – p.246, Brigham Young