🪶 The Way Is a Wheel, Not a Ladder

These last few posts began with a simple question.

Why a prayer circle?

And somehow that little question opened into something much larger.

Lehi’s dream.

King Benjamin.

Captain Moroni.

Mormon.

Mohrhohnahyah.

The Nemenhah.

And one thought kept returning:

Maybe the Way is not a ladder.

Maybe it is a wheel.

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I grew up often imagining spiritual life as a ladder.

Climb higher.

Do better.

Reach higher levels.

Move upward.

And there is truth in growth.

But over time I’ve wondered—

is that the deepest picture?

I’m not sure.

Because real discipleship has not felt much like climbing to me.

It has felt more like returning.

Again and again.

To Christ.

To Center.

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A ladder suggests:

higher…

higher…

higher.

But the Way often feels more like:

wander…

return.

Forget…

return.

Fall…

return.

Pray…

return.

That feels much more like life.

And much more like grace.

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And maybe that is why the image of a wheel has touched me.

A center.

Spokes leading inward.

Movement around a living center.

Return built into the pattern.

Even some traditional sacred hoop teachings emphasize interconnection, balance, and the center as a place of harmony. 

That resonates deeply.

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And suddenly all these earlier images began gathering.

The prayer circle—

souls around a center.

The iron rod—

a spoke to the Tree.

King Benjamin—

turn your tent toward the temple.

Captain Moroni—

raise a standard.

Mormon—

keep the Center in collapse.

Mohrhohnahyah—

remember the Way.

Do you see it?

It has all been one conversation.

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And maybe discipleship is not:

“How high have I climbed?”

Maybe it is:

“How often have I returned?”

That is a much gentler question.

And maybe a truer one.

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Because love works that way.

Grace works that way.

Repentance works that way.

You return.

Again.

And again.

And Christ receives you.

Again.

And again.

That sounds less like a ladder.

More like a living wheel.

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And I have to smile—

because maybe even “Walk Talk Listen” was saying this all along.

Walk.

Return.

Listen.

Return.

Love.

Return.

It was always circular.

I just didn’t see it.

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And maybe this is why I no longer think of the Way as spiritual achievement.

I think of it more as sacred orientation.

Where is your heart facing?

Toward what Center is your life arranged?

That may be the deeper question.

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And maybe that is what Zion is too.

Not people who climbed highest.

People who learned to live centered.

That feels right to me.

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If I had to gather this whole series into one line, maybe it would be this:

The Way is not climbing toward God.
It is learning to live from Him.

I love that.

That may be the whole thing.

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Hold the rod.

Turn your tent.

Raise a standard.

Keep the Center.

Remember the Way.

That has been this whole little journey.

And all of it points to one Person.

Christ.

The Hub.

The Center.

The Life.

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And maybe that is why I now say—

The Way is a wheel, not a ladder.

Not because we go in circles.

But because we keep returning to Center.

And every true return changes us.

🌿 Maybe discipleship is simply learning how to return well.

To Him.

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🔗 SIMILAR POSTS TO READ NEXT:

Did the Prayer Circle Teach Something We Forgot? — Where this series began.
The Iron Rod May Be a Spoke — A path to the Center.
Mohrhohnahyah Remembered the Center — A keeper of the Way.
The Nemenhah Remembered What the Wheel Was For — A people living from the Center.