Splatters of Clay

In 2 Nephi 26:33 it says, "... and he denieth none that come unto him, black and white, bond and free, male and female; and he remembereth the heathen; and all are alike unto God, both Jew and Gentile." In the 2017 October General Conference of the LDS Church Elder Quinton L. Cook of the Quorum of the Twelve Apostles said, " Anyone who claims superiority under the Father’s plan because of characteristics like race, sex, nationality, language, or economic circumstances is morally wrong and does not understand the Lord’s true purpose for all of our Father’s children." I contrast this with recent statements regarding Haiti from that boss baby who so recently purchased the US presidency. Oh where is our captain? Where is the leader who gives confidence and faith? Where is a one worthy to be called a man, worthy to guide our nation? I see him not. We are left in the hands of another. A child, an ignorant one who joys in hate, revels in destruction, who seeks to tear...

In their song, Dangling Conversations, Simon and Garfunkel have this line: And you read your Emily Dickinson And I my Robert Frost And we note our place with book markers That measure what we've lost There is value in the unread book. There is inherent hope in what might be discovered or learned. While not yet read a book still holds the possibility of being great, of changing you for the better, of lifting your imagination to new heights. The moment you crack the cover and begin to read, that hope starts to diminish. Each turned paged marks a small loss. More often than not, the book will not be great, maybe good or entertaining, or a complete disappointment, but not great. And the hope dies or goes to sleep. Even if the book is great and feels like the discovery of a treasure, once read it becomes a known thing and hope disappears. With every book read something is lost. Should we just give up on reading then? Avoiding the continued bashing and splatter of hope? No. We...