πͺΆ The Way Is a Wheel, Not a Ladder
πͺΆ 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. 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. 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. And maybe that is why the image of a wheel has touched me. A center. Spokes leading inward. Movement aro...