My Personal Relationship With the Savior
The English language is imprecise and it can be hard to say what we mean. So we use stories and metaphors, allegories and parables to try to help others understand what we understand, to feel what we feel. So when I was asked to speak in church on my personal relationship with the Savior, I began to organize my thoughts in the only way I know how: in stories and poems. I want to share some of them with you. Imagine with me that you are on a high mountain top. It's night, and the darkness is complete. You wait, hoping with a desperate hope that dawn will come. It has always come, you think. It must come. Then a little voice in the back of your head says "Dawn? What dawn? There is no day, only night. The world is black and the universe is made of hate and pain." And you listen to the voice. The world is dark. There is no light. You hold to hope anyway, waiting for dawn that will never come. But slowly, imperceptibly, the sky begins to lighten. And the world is a little ...