What Hasn't Changed
What changed overnight was how I think about people. And that change was not subtle. Maybe I sin in my new cynicism and mistrust: I certainly mourn. But I feel what I feel, and I'm not going to pretend. Perhaps my sin was relying on the arm of flesh, as the scripture probably goes. Or maybe I did not sin at all, and this is one of the consequences of earth life. In this absurd proportion of grief and drama precipitated by a long series of horrifyingly bad collective decisions, I am grasping for an eternal perspective: truths that will give me some firm ground to stand on, and maybe even allow me to move forward. The Book of Mormon is the singularly most depressing book I have ever read - and I've read several slogs by Thomas Hardy. Book of Mormon prophets Mormon and Moroni witnessed the destruction of their people. Older records describe armies literally killing each-other down to the last man until whole nations were corpses and the water was blood. There is no easy co...