Closer to the Lord?
By Truman G. Madsen
I learned eventually something almost magical. By holding the glass in a perfect relation to the Sun, the rays were concentrated and became light-heat. A rock or a piece of steel turned hot under its power. The focused light would burn a hole in, or leave its mark on, everything, with a penetration "sharper than a two-edged sword."
Jesus the Christ is a living magnifier. He is Light and Love personified. He became that through experiences that exactly parallel our own, in this world.
Note that His power, instead of being "limited" by His embodiment (a view of God held by thinkers as varied as Billy Graham and Reinhold Niebuhr), was vastly enhanced by it. He came in to the world not, as the creeds have it, simply to establish kinship with us. That was profoundly achieved long before mortality. He came instead to achieve kinship for Himself and us with the Father who is Himself an embodied "Father of lights."
Through the mortal process every organ and attribute of His were filled with light until capable of the most magnified life.
That, as a starting point, leads to several wondrous inversions of our notion of spirituality. It means communion with Christ comes not through withdrawal from the world, but through entering all of it with Him.
It means fellowship with Christ is not a straightjacket that snuffs out life. It is just the opposite. It is finding, or infusing, His light into all dimensions.
To be in Him is to put eternal bloom in every satisfaction.
To be fully alive to Christ is to be fully alive to the light in every form of life and that is abundance.
Now in your official roles, when teaching, praying, blessing, administering, counseling, baptizing, studying, fasting, the sense of the Master's nearness is obvious.
But my suggestion, what I yearn to stress here, is that when you permit Him into other aspects of life in all contrasts, you will the more increase in your power.
Here are some illustrations. We find Him and receive Him:
In Whole Laughter. We have sat at the dinner table and recounted our adventures and minor missionary disasters with mirth. Eyes glisten with glad humor.
Do I err when I say I believe that Christ is gifted with a most luxurious sense of humor?
Being willing to laugh at oneself, especially at what is fake and foolish, is often the beginning of growth in spiritual sensitivity. Sometimes things only stop hurting when you laugh whole-souled laughter.
In Practical Drudgery. From shirt-washing to getting the car lubed, what work isn't the Lord's work? Anyone who draws the false line (false because there isn't one) between sacred and secular, between spiritual and temporal, misses many of the meeting points with Christ.
Wilford Woodruff, hoe in hand, felt just as much consecrated as with the Book of Mormon. Sweat is as real a token of love as is the sound of a choir. He put His own sandals to the dust, didn't He? Draw Him in to the heat of the day.
Strangely, I have learned that, contrary to every expectation, the more involved I am in the work of the kingdom, the lighter the load.
Exhaustion does not come from involvement, but from the ceaseless throb of nervous shirking, the emotional strains of the slacker. Conscience which is the light of Christ knows what is good for me: Work. And work with Him is energizing instead of enervating.
In Dark Problems of Misunderstanding and Friction. Viewing all personal relations as His, I find, relieves me of a hundred kinds of anxiety: of tenderized toes, and a lot of defensive ego-armor. He, as peacemaker, is mighty in the long run. He loses no battles that matter,
Thus, when I am with you, I see you as His. I recognize that you have been under His care over a time-span that is beyond me. He breaks down the communication barriers. His handiwork in us is visible.
In Pain. There are many kinds. Not all yield to drugs. Draw Him in. The suffering of the saints is a baptismal font filled with His promises of refinement "if thou endure it well." What is the way to endure it well? With Him.
I once lay on a floor, battered and writhing, with what the doctors called a bone-nerve impingement. The condition worsened after two years, during which 30 aspirins a day hadn't helped much. They tried codeine, and I writhed, protesting and demanding, "Why?" and feeling all the things you ask when it is dark. "Am I unworthy?" What is the cause of this?"
I learned, amidst much else, that there is no salvation in assigning causes, or pigeon-holing. There is salvation in taking Him as the only answer to "where now? In the world ye shall have tribulation (even if you are healed of this or that). But be of good cheer. I have overcome the world."
What difference did that make to me? None. Until I began to endure with light.
In Analytical and Creative Thought. Mind is lazier than body. Yet across the papers on my desk, or through the computer behind me, or out of the planning session that now envelops me, there may fall a light that makes all else shadow. It happens. "The light which shineth," Joseph wrote, is through Him that enlighteneth your eyes, which is the same light that quickeneth your understandings."
"Quickeneth" has at least a trio of meanings He hastens, He permeates, He enlivens understanding. Such moments, or hours, are joyous.
In Rest and Sleep, and the Casual Letting Go. "Do you pray," Brigham asks, "that your sleep may be invigorating?" I know some choice spirits who seem to sleep in heaven. Such a condition has been hard for me. But there is a spirit-to-Spirit communion in sleep that is more nourishing than a testimony meeting. And it distills as the dew. Someone knew when he wrote, "Oh Savior, stay this night with me."
We could go on with examples. Let me draw it all together in what, for me, is the lodestone.
"God will fill them with power" said the Prophet of modern temples. Therein are ordained and presented the keys of the most sublime communion with Him, as President McKay once said, "the step-by-step ascent into the Eternal Presence."
I am certain that anyone who stands straight in the House of the Lord and sees through the symbols of its glorious Master, will be tuned to sounds both in his interior self and in the Christ who thus draws near. I am certain that thus one reaches for "the fulness of the Holy Ghost" and tastes what it means to "grow up" in Christ.
You will say that I am again advocating withdrawal from the world. No. Just the contrary.
We go through the Temple of Christ, that His power may go through us, and thus accompany us in every role of life.
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