Right now I’m re-reading the Book of Mormon as part of my goals for the year. I’m at my favorite part. It’s the story of a group of missionaries that change the world as they know it. For those that are familiar with the book, it’s the story of Ammon and the Sons of Mosiah. It reminds me of the Old Testament story of Joseph and the Coat of Many Colors. Both stories emphasize the concept that trying to be righteous does not mean our lives will be pleasant, prosperous or painless. However, if we are faithful, the Lord will turn our trials and hardships into blessings—on HIS timetable, not ours though.
Hmm, as I write this I realize; That description has a lot of caveats. And actually, it doesn’t seem like a very enjoyable lesson when stated that way. I guess that’s why I love these two scripture stories so much. These stories explain the “trials are really blessings” concept (if you’ll excuse the pun) in technicolor. They make the concept sing (like Donnie Osmond) and dance (like a hairy Ishmaelite…Ok, sorry, I’ll stop. It’s just too easy.)
I believe that. I believe that God can make weak things strong. I believe that life turns on small hinges. I believe that when we turn to God with our trials, He not only helps us endure—enduring is just the beginning—He will turn our sorrows into joys. That is my simple belief, and yet it governs powerful and complex workings in our lives. God helps us take on the heavy stuff, the real substance of our lives. I am grateful for that everyday.
And, I’m grateful for the Book of Mormon as it inspires me in my own difficulties. When I’m done reading these scripture stories, I feel like taking on the world, dancing to Eye of the Tiger, running in the rain—possibly all three at once. That right there is one of many reasons why I believe in the Book of Mormon. I know it is good because it lifts my heart, inspires my faith, makes my spirits bright.