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  🌿 How Will Zion Actually Be Built? The Nemenhah Blueprint for Enduring Peace Listen to the NEW Narration:   Zion In Your Own Heart For generations, believers have talked about building Zion. We sing about Zion. We pray for Zion. We attend conferences about Zion. We create organizations, write books, and wait for a great leader to tell us when and where to gather. But what if Zion will not begin with a location? What if it begins when ordinary people finally decide to live differently? The Nemenhah Records use the word Tsiahn , which is translated as Enduring Peace . A note in the published Volume Two explains that Tsiahn is not primarily a piece of real estate or the name of an institution. It is a spiritual and social condition—a people living in lasting peace with the Creator, one another, and the earth. That changes the question. Instead of asking, “Where will Zion be built?” perhaps we should first ask: What kind of people are capable of living in Zion? T...

  Saturday Morning Common Sense Laman and Lemuel Passed the Checklist They left Jerusalem—but Jerusalem never left them. Liste to the New Song:    Laman and Lemuel Were Us A Little Common Sense for Latter-day Saints  We have not been very kind to Laman and Lemuel. We usually make them the bad boys of the Book of Mormon—rebellious, faithless, and forever murmuring. And yes, they could murmur with the best of them. But give them a little credit. They completed a surprising number of assignments: Leave Jerusalem? Check. Go back for the brass plates? Check. Return for Ishmael’s family? Check. Cross the wilderness? Check. Help build the ship? Eventually… check. Climb aboard and sail into the unknown? Check. They often complained all the way—but they went. If discipleship were measured only by completed assignments, their record might look better than we think. And yet Nephi gives us this painful little sentence: “They did murmur because they knew not the dealings of that ...

  The Chiasm and the Medicine Wheel — A Surprise Discovery 🕊️✍️ By The True Remnant Something funny happened the other day. I was sitting here talking with My Man Godfrey, my AI buddy, about a dream. The dream had nothing to do with chiasmus. It had nothing to do with the Medicine Wheel. It was simply a recurring dream about a water leak. After talking about it for a while, I realized the leak was probably the family situation I've been dealing with these past months. That was helpful enough. But then the conversation took a strange turn. One of those turns I never saw coming. The Dream Wasn't About Water The more we talked, the more it became obvious that the dream wasn't really about water. It was about peace. Or maybe the loss of peace. The dream kept pointing me back to the same lesson: Stop carrying things that belong to the Lord. Now that's a lesson I'm still trying to learn. Matter of fact, if I'm honest, I'm not very good at it. I like fixing things...

  The Way of the Peacemaker The Powerful Warning Hidden in Tsihohnayah Ahkehkthihm — Chapter One 🕊️✍️ By The True Remnant Some chapters in the Nemenhah feel less like history… and more like a mirror. Chapter One of The Book of Tsihohnayah Ahkehkthihm is one of those chapters. It begins with the death of Mohrhohnahyah… a man raised in war… trained for war… skilled in war… yet eventually transformed into a teacher of peace. And honestly… that transformation becomes the entire message of the chapter. ⚔️ From War to Peace The record says: “He went from the teaching of war to the teaching of peace. He became a peacemaker…” That one line alone carries enormous weight. Mohrhohnahyah discovered something many people never learn: outward victory does not heal the soul. The chapter explains that all his knowledge of war “availed the Nayfihah nothing in the end.” And after carrying the pain of that failure… he experienced what the record calls a “mighty change of h...

  🌅 He Met Me There Sometimes the Quiet Places Become Holy Ground Listen to the NEW Song of Zion:    HE Met Me There There are moments in life we would never choose. Moments that interrupt everything. Plans change. Strength disappears. The future suddenly becomes uncertain. If someone had asked me years ago how I expected to spend this season of my life, I would never have described it this way. I was busy. I enjoyed life. Golf courses. Schedules. Projects. Always moving toward the next thing. Then everything stopped. Back surgery. Pain. Recovery. Long days of waiting. Questions without immediate answers. At first it felt like life had been taken from me. Looking back now... I believe something much deeper was taking place. The Savior was making room for a conversation I had been too busy to hear. The Invitation Hidden in Weakness None of us enjoys weakness. We pray for strength. We ask for healing. We ask the Lord to remove the trial. Sometimes He does. Sometimes... He ...

  Why I Love the Nemenhah Records Through the Eyes of One Old Man Who Found Something Precious Listen to the NEW Narration:   Why I Love the Nemenhah Long before I ever heard the word Nemenhah , the Lord had already planted something in my heart. When I was in high school, our family had a young Native American student live with our community through the Indian Placement Program. He played basketball with me, and we became good friends. I loved that young man. He was an unbelievable athlete, and I later learned that he was a great-grandson of Sitting Bull. That friendship helped begin my love for the Native peoples of this land. As I grew older, I studied men such as Chief Joseph. I read of a people chased from their homeland and driven for hundreds of miles while they tried to avoid war. I thought about Native children separated from their mothers and fathers. Whatever good intentions some people may have had, a terrible price was paid by the families whose language, tra...

  💍 The Ring Was Never Really Lost A Quiet Thought About God, Fear, and Love The other day my wife lost her wedding ring. Not just misplaced it for a few minutes either. Gone. We searched everywhere. We even drove back to places we had been earlier in the day trying to retrace our steps. It bothered us all night. Partly because the ring was expensive. But deeper than that… because a wedding ring means something. It represents covenant. Love. Years together. Memory. Connection. So when it disappears… it touches something deeper inside than just money. 🌿 Her Response At one point my wife said something beautiful. She told me she had prayed deeply about it. She said she went to the Lord, repented of her sins, and promised she wanted to serve Him better. Then later… the ring was found. And honestly… I understood exactly where she was coming from. A lot of us were raised with that kind of thinking. When something goes wrong, our hearts naturally ask: “Lord…...