I am in the part of the Book of Mormon that makes me so sad. I dread reading about the destruction of a people that only pages earlier enjoyed the visitation of Jesus Himself. I know the destruction comes almost 400 years later - longer than we have been
a country. But it is just pages later. It seems so soon.
I also know that Mormon wasn’t able to write a hundredth part of the things that happened when everybody was righteous. We have barely anything at all, except that there were no -ites and the people were unified. That is remarkable. Especially today where
everyone seems to be jockeying for position on the oppressed scale.
As I have been marking all (that I notice) references of Jesus and His many names, I have been surprised by one name that I really didn’t recognize before.
One of his names is Being. And then I thought that we are all becoming. Being is the culmination of becoming. No matter where we are in our process of becoming, we are reaching for who we will be as a being.
We have been told that our direction is more important than our location on our mortal path.
Some things take longer in their process of becoming. The mayfly has a very short process, and an insignificant impact on the world and other organisms. A redwood has a long process of becoming and shelters many different species throughout. It has a
large impact, in the forest where it grows and the world as others seek to study its size, age and influence its influence on the ecosystems that surround it and depend on it.
So my long process of becoming, with all the storms I weather, can have a lasting influence for good on those that surround me. All my struggles in becoming can make me stronger and taller and more sure as I define the holy place in which
I stand. The fires I pass through or endure ensure the new seeds sprouting.
There are many organisms in the spectrum between the mayfly and the redwood. I get to choose which end of the spectrum (or any location in between) that I become.