Doctrinal Essays

The Greatest Gift of All April 4, 2018 One morning as I searched the meadow of my mind I gazed across its vistas hoping I would find, Wisdom to end dark patterns, and cycles that confound; from self-made weapons   forged in life that often hold me bound. Then a voice of softness, wise and firmly spake, "Not those who seek will find here, but those who come and make". I then created scenes from near and distant past; Scenes depicting choices made, and consequence amassed. The voice then said to look around, and see what I could see My mind created paths I've traveled, which then became the key; Above each path a word appeared, describing my desires, Thoughts and motives of my past and all that had transpired. The natural man and tendency from deep within then came And looking past the source of pain, sought someone else to blame. "Surely someone mean and vile hath brought to me this shame!" But reason spoke in pi...