Exploring My Faith
Books about God
tend to fall into two categories: objective inquiries into the nature of belief
and
personal tales of spiritual awakening. One type explores history
creation myths and religious ritual. In
the other the author typical undergoes a crisis—a terminal
illness, the death of a loved one an onset
of existential dread—that causes him to confront his life’s emptiness
coming to realize that there is
something out there greater than himself. He nimbly and
often hilariously straddles the fence between
the two genres. The Geography of Bliss one searches for the happiest
places in the world. Looking for countries with a high happiness index. I began a ramble
within my mind when doctors mistake a nasty bout of intestinal gas for something more direr. This was
the scare of my life, especially after an uncle confronts me with
have you found God yet?
I was born into a family of gastronomical
Mormons whose sense of a divine presence began and
ended 24/7 working toward Celestial Glory. We could eat or drink it only if it was free
of alcohol, coffee, coke and by extension had something to with God. The Mormon
religion is the only religion in the world where a person gets to Heaven by way of Work. No getting to Heaven by believing in an after
life alone.
As far as I was concerned,
God resided not in Heaven or the Great Void but in the Frigidaire some
where between Nauvoo, Illinois and This is the Place-Brigham
Young in S.L.C.
The Mormons
don’t merely entertain that question as some sort of intellectual exercise,
they live it.The other extreme is visit to a Less Begs convention whose
adherents believe humankind was created 27,000 years by a benevolent race of aliens called Adam and Eve.
Missing self-help mumbo jumbo, apple worshiping extraterrestrial
and unabashed pursuit of pleasure, the group was founded by Lehi and continue on with his good son Lehi II in the Americas
495 years before Columbus arrived in the Americas, and later in the 1850’s when Joseph Smith appears
keeling before a bright Angle and was told all about the golden plates and the magic stone so as to decipher
like he just popped out of a “Star Trek’episode,” Smiths thick blond hair falls nicely across his
back. His freshly shaved face is smooth and the rouge lends a yet healthy glow to his completion and he
wryly notes that the sect’s Order of angels beautiful group of friends and relatives as they’re
permitted to have with the profited J. Smith all 40 wives. Mormonism is the perfect religion for a
19-year-old boy with 40 wives and the number growing. No masturbation seed on the ground holy submission.
In the end, I
dismissed such a sect as some froth tonic for others everyday neuroses the
allure lying in their evasion of the arduous demands made by the “World’s
only true religion.” Times have changed now it’s one man one wife, Blacks are equals to Whites.
It’s not much
about J. Smith’s book of Mormon presently; it’s more of a feeling, a feeling of
knowing the Gospel is True and the many Blessings therefore begotten;
and also of significant magnitude is the welfare aid to the poor and needy and the worthy moral good
done around the world.
It's the fastest growing Religion in the world. You'd feel lucky to be a part of it if you were one.
DR. KARL WALLACE D.D.D.
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