The True Remnant

 🪶 **THE BIG CHIASMUS OF THE BOOK OF MORMON** **How the Entire Record Points to One Moment** 🔥 **A Thought That Wouldn’t Leave Me Alone** In the last post we talked about **chiasmus** — that ancient mirror pattern used by prophets and teachers. Once you start seeing it in scripture, something interesting happens. You begin noticing it everywhere. Not just in single verses. Not just in a chapter. Sometimes the **entire story** follows the same pattern. And that got me wondering about something. What if the **entire Book of Mormon** itself is structured like one giant chiasmus? What if the whole record moves toward a single center point? Well… when you step back and look at the timeline, something very interesting appears. --- 📜 **First, Let’s Remember What Chiasmus Looks Like** A simple chiasmus pattern works like this: A — Beginning B — Growth C — Trouble 🔥 **CENTER** C’ — Restoration B’ — Decline A’ — Ending The message moves inward to the center. Then the story mirrors outwar...

  🌸 The Mothers of Zion Listen to the New Song of Zion:    Mother's of Zion "Her children arise up, and call her blessed..." — Proverbs 31:28 Hello, my friends. It's me again... Just the old man from the sticks. Today I'd like to talk about some of the greatest builders of Zion. Most of them will never stand behind a pulpit. Most will never write a book. Many will never have their names remembered by history. Yet heaven knows every one of them. They are the mothers of Zion. 🌿 Before Zion Is Built... Before a city learns peace... A child learns kindness. Before a nation learns compassion... Someone teaches forgiveness around a kitchen table. Long before great leaders speak to crowds... A mother is quietly speaking to one little heart. That's where Zion begins. Not in a palace. Not in a council. But in a home. ❤️ The Quiet Miracles I've watched mothers my whole life. They somehow remember everyone's birthdays. They notice when someone is hurting befor...

🎵 Wednesday Music Reflection 🌿 Colors of the Wind — A Message We May Have Forgotten Every Wednesday afternoon I like to share a piece of music that has touched my heart. This week it is a beautiful orchestral performance of Colors of the Wind from Disney's Pocahontas. 🎶 Watch the performance here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yDYlVyMBZiM And while you're at it, don't miss this companion video: 🎥 The Nemenhah Records and Colors of the Wind 👉 Watch this video on YouTube – “The Nemenhah Records and Colors of the Wind” 🌬️ A Song That Sounds Familiar The first time I heard this song years ago, I thought it was simply beautiful music. Now, after studying the Nemenhah Records, I hear something more. I hear echoes of a truth that ancient peoples have been teaching for generations. "You think you own whatever land you land on..." What a profound statement. The Nemenhah teach that the earth is not ours. We were placed here as caretakers. Stewards. Gardeners. The m...

🌿 The Lord Was There Before I Arrived Lessons From the Porch By The True Remnant The older I get, the less certain I become about many things. And strangely enough, the more certain I become about one thing. The Lord is closer than we think. Not just in the great spiritual moments. Not just in church meetings. Not just in the scriptures. But in ordinary life. In fact, some of the greatest lessons the Lord has ever taught me came during moments that seemed completely ordinary at the time. One happened many years ago in Korea. Another happened on a golf course. One happened while trying to hang a window blind. Another happened while studying ancient records. And one is still happening as I navigate the challenges that come with growing older. Looking back now, they all seem connected. At the time, they felt completely unrelated. 🌿 Korea and the Center As a young missionary in Korea, I spent countless hours studying the Book of Mormon. Like many young missionaries, I wanted answers. I w...

  🪶 **THE CHIASMUS BRIDGE** **Why the Book of Mormon and the Nemenhah Record May Be Pointing to the Same Center** 🔥 **Something I Couldn’t Stop Seeing** Over the last year I’ve been studying two different records. The **Book of Mormon** and the **Nemenhah Record**. Now right away people want to turn that into a fight. Some folks defend one side. Others defend the other. But that’s not what I’m interested in. I’m just an older fellow trying to follow the Savior and write down what I notice. And one thing keeps jumping out at me over and over again. A pattern. A very old pattern. It’s called **chiasmus**. And once you see it… you can’t stop seeing it. --- 📜 **What Chiasmus Means** Chiasmus is an ancient Hebrew way of writing. Instead of telling a story in a straight line, the writer builds toward a center point. It looks something like this: A B C 🔥 **CENTER MESSAGE** C’ B’ A’ The message moves inward toward the center. That center holds the most sacred truth. Then the structure ...

  🌿 Walk the Peacemaker's Path   Listen to the New Song of Zion:    The Peacemaker's Path "Blessed are the peacemakers: for they shall be called the children of God." Hello, my friends. It's me again... Just the old man from the sticks. I've been thinking lately... The world has plenty of roads. Some promise success. Some promise power. Some promise wealth. Some promise that if we just fight a little harder, argue a little louder, or prove we're right often enough, everything will somehow work out. But the Peacemaker offered another road. A quieter one. A better one. 🌿 Every Day We Choose a Path Life is really just a series of little choices. Do I forgive... or hold a grudge? Do I listen... or simply wait for my turn to speak? Do I build... or criticize? Those little choices become a trail. And after enough years... they become the road we're walking. The beautiful thing is that every sunrise gives us another opportunity to choose the better path. 🕊...

  🌿 The Steward's Song You might enjoy this NEW Song of Zion:    The Steward's Song We Never Really Own Anything Hello, my friends. It's just me again... ...the old man on the porch. As I've grown older, I've noticed something. The older I get... the less I feel like I own anything. The house I live in... One day someone else will live there. The truck I drive... Someone else will drive it. The money I save... Someone else will eventually spend it. Even this old body I've walked around in for so many years... I'll return that too. Maybe that's one of life's greatest lessons. We don't really own very much. We've simply been trusted with it—for a little while. 🌿 The Lord calls us stewards. Jesus often spoke about stewardship. In His parables, servants were entrusted with vineyards, talents, fields, and responsibilities. One day the Master returned and simply asked: "What did you do with what I entrusted to you?" That question reache...