The True Remnant

  🎵 Listen while you read Gethsemane https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2GijSuQM5OU 🕊️ Gethsemane Where Love Bore What We Could Not Carry 🌙 The Quietest Victory Some victories come with trumpets. This one came in a garden. Night air. Olive trees. A Savior kneeling. And somehow… the weight of all things. I have often thought— the holiest moments are not always the loudest. Sometimes they are whispered. This song feels like a whisper. And it reaches deep. 🌿 He Entered Our Sorrows There is a line in the Christian heart we spend a lifetime trying to understand: He suffered for us. We say it. But sometimes songs let us feel it. This one does. Not as doctrine only. As tenderness. As cost. As love. Gethsemane says: You are not alone in pain. He entered it. 🪶 The Garden Was About Love Sometimes people picture atonement mostly as payment. But I have come to see something deeper. Participation. Christ entered human anguish— to be with us in it, to redeem it, to carry us through it. That ch...

  🌅 What Happened at 3 A.M. When the Pieces Finally Came Together Sometimes the Lord teaches you in ways you don’t expect. This morning was one of those times. It was about   3:00 a.m. . I woke up wide awake. No alarm, no reason. Just one of those quiet moments when the house is still and the world hasn’t started making noise yet. And that’s when something interesting started happening. Not a vision. Not a voice. Just   connections . Little pieces I’ve been studying for years suddenly started lining up. 🔍 How It Started Over the last year I’ve been writing blogs, recording a few videos, studying scripture, and digging into things like: • the Doctrine of Christ • chiasmus in scripture • the idea of spiritual eyes and ears • how people actually learn to hear the Savior • the difference between religion and walking with Christ. I didn’t realize it at the time, but all those things were   building toward something . At three in the morning this morning, it felt like so...

🪶 Truth Without Hatred Walking the Talking Feather Path in Painful Times 📰 Why I’m Writing This Today two things crossed my path almost at the same time. First, a Native-centered video talking about the destruction and suffering connected to early LDS history. Then shortly afterward, an article appeared in the Deseret News discussing the Bear River Massacre and Native healing efforts. Reading both back-to-back stirred something deep inside me. Not because I hate anyone. But because I could feel the tension between pain… history… institutional narratives… and the search for truth. And it brought back memories from my own childhood growing up near those places. 🎥 Video referenced: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YZiiwUcWMhA 📰 Deseret News article: https://www.deseret.com/environment/2026/05/18/bear-river-massacre-shoshone-tribe-idaho-utah-brad-parry-schnitzer-prize-winner/ 🌄 ## Growing Up Around the Stories As a little boy growing up near Battle Creek and the Bear River area… these ...

  🌅 One Eternal Round There was a season when light filled the room, and in that light nothing else mattered. Not titles. Not position. Not who stood first or who stood last. Only love remained. Years passed, and I found myself sitting in quiet chapels, watching trays move down polished rows, watching men preside, watching structure unfold. And something in me tightened. I began to notice the order of things — who received first, who spoke longest, who carried keys. I asked silent questions. I traced old histories. I remembered broken stories. And beneath it all, a whisper: Where did we go wrong? But then I saw something else. I saw a man kneeling in the dark, not for power, but for guidance. I saw mothers folding laundry with prayers on their lips. I saw fathers worrying if they were doing enough. I saw children singing slightly off-key with full hearts. And something softened. The more I searched for hierarchy, the more hierarchy appeared. The more I searched for Christ, the mor...

🌅 We’re Not Better. We’re Just Growing. There was a time in my life when light filled the room. Not metaphorical light. Real presence. Real love. Real stillness. And in that moment, nothing else mattered. Not position. Not rank. Not who was right. Not who was wrong. Just love. When you’ve tasted that kind of light, something changes in you. But here’s the danger: You can mistake awakening for superiority. And that’s where humility quietly slips away. 🌿 Different Stages Are Not Different Values We are all at different stages. Some are deeply devoted to the institution. Some are questioning. Some have stepped away. Some are rebuilding. Stages are not rankings. They are timing. A first grader is not inferior to a senior in high school. They are simply in a different chapter. And even that senior once sat in first grade. Growth is not a ladder of worth. It’s a journey of unfolding. 🔥 When Irritation Creeps In I used to go to church and feel frustrated. Why don’t they see this? Why are w...

  🌎 The Sacred Wheels of the Nemenhah A Visual Framework for Zion Living 🪶 Over the last little while, something unexpected started happening. As we studied the Nemenhah records together, the teachings slowly began connecting like living circles instead of isolated doctrines. The Four Pillars connected to stewardship. Stewardship connected to healing. Healing connected to family. Family connected to councils. Councils connected to consecration. Consecration connected back to the sacred directions and the Way of the Peacemaker. And little by little, a larger pattern began to emerge. Not just beliefs. Not just ceremonies. Not just doctrines. But a way of life. A living pattern for becoming a Zion people. 🌿 At first, I honestly thought we were just making a few interesting diagrams. But the more we studied the records, the more these “wheels” began fitting together like parts of a sacred system. And eventually I realized something: These were not random ideas. They were patterns. P...