Blowing on the Embers
A new podcast/substack that was an instant subscribe for me.
https://projectembers.substack.com/p/the-form-of-godliness
A new podcast/substack that was an instant subscribe for me.
https://projectembers.substack.com/p/the-form-of-godliness
The old king clung to his throne, but would not lift a finger to protect his kingdom. That was unfair.
The village scorned the poor farm boy. He had nothing and no one thought he would amount to anything. Grossly unfair.
A dragon descended upon the village and slaughtered its sheep, and their livelihood. Starvation is Unfair.
The dragon returned and killed the farm boy’s family, leaving him utterly alone in the world. Tragic and unfair.
Homeless and penniless, the boy knew little of swords, less of dragons, and precious little of anything else. He had no money, no training, and no reason to believe he could succeed. But the old king would not act, and no one else seemed willing to.
The Moment of Decision – he decides to act, to go on a quest – which is both unrealistic, unreasonable and unfair
Lost and starving in the mountains, he stumbled upon a hermit’s cottage. This hermit was the greatest wizard in a thousand years, a man whose exploits generations of philosophers still discussed. For a hundred years he had lived in those mountains, and never once had he come looking for anyone. But the farm boy asked to become his apprentice. To his surprise, the wizard agrees to teach the boy magic. Unfair! Even kings and emperors would have given their right arms for such a privilege.
A nymph of the mountain lake gave the boy a magic sword. Greater swordsmen than he had sought that blade for hundreds of years. With it, he faced the dragon, slew it, and fashioned a magnificent magic cloak from its hide. Unfair Advantage!
The village that had scorned him now welcomed him as its greatest hero and raised a statue in his honor. They sang songs that exaggerated his accomplishments a thousand-fold, with sincerity and love. Unfair Glory!
He took the throne from the dithering king. He recovered the dragon’s hoard, became fabulously wealthy, married seven beautiful wives, and ruled his kingdom with perfect justice.
This was Unfair!!! A little farm boy from a backwater village had slain a dragon, won a fortune, and become king. What fairness was there in that?
But there are greater things than fairness.
And the farm-boy king was not complaining.
I think an Ezekiel themed Halloween could go big. I want to see this.
On the sweetness of Mormon life.
Testimony meeting. A young returned missionary–handsome, dapper, charismatic, deeply spiritual, normally well-spoken–gives a long rambling testimony about The Office
Your young teenage son gets up. Paul, he says, doesn’t get talked about much, then he instantly starts talking about what you told him last month about the continental divide. Then, teenager-like, he can’t think of how to end. “Yeah, well, so, uh, inthenameofJesusChristamen”
You get up. To your surprise, what you feel to say is “I have a testimony of the Saints.” And you discover that you do.
Testimony meeting. You never know what you will get.
I decided to borrow All Saints’ Day this Sunday.

We are going to spend some time remembering our Saints who weren’t pioneers, looking at the testimony of some post-Pioneer prophets and apostles, and, who knows, maybe having some jello and funeral potatoes.
When you have a teenage son you spend time trying to boil down your inchoate thoughts and high flown thoughts about manhood into simply pithy counsel for the young man.
One of those is on the question of excuses. His excuses have been bugging me, even when plausibly justified, and what I eventually told him was that men were about success or failure. Excuses are for children. There is no curve and no grade. Only the deed and the outcome.
So I’m musing a bit about it. There are three ways to never have to offer excuses. The first way is to never screw up. Unrelenting perfection, all variables accounted for. This is probably beyond any mortal.
The second is to screw everything up so comprehensively that minor failures along the way don’t matter.
The third is to dare so greatly and succeed so fully that minor failures along the way don’t matter. So greatly and so fully that all former failures are revealed to have been minor.
It occurred to me that God has chosen the third.
There is no good answer to the problem of evil in this life because it hasn’t been answered yet. It will be.
Jeremiah preached doom and was hated for it. Reputedly eventually stoned to death *after* his prophecies had all come true. Cassandra had nothing on Jeremiah.
But nowadays preachers of gloom do pretty well by themselves. So much so that its hard to tell who is sincere and who is a grift.
Meanwhile in the middle of dozens of undeniable social and political ills, some of which have serious catastrophic potential, church leaders are markedly NOT preaching gloom. We seem to be in a reverse Jeremiah situation.
So what gives?
I went on a rabbit hole on the word ‘stocks’ in the Book of Jeremiah, chapter 3.
And it came to pass through the lightness of her whoredom, that she defiled the land, and committed adultery with stones and with stocks.
In context, its disparaging idols by referring to them as utilitarian everyday objects and I had a vague recollection that in older English a stock could be an upright wooden object, like a post but more substantial–our only survival of which would be
I was on my phone, nothing serious. It turns out that other translations use the words tree, wood, or stocks, so not extremely helpful.
But while I was noodling around, I saw a translation of Jeremiah that put it in poetic lay out, something like this
In the lightness
of her whoredom she defiled
the land,
and committed adultery
with stones
and with stocks.
It was wonderful. But I can’t find it this morning. Anyone know of anything like that? It might have been a layout of the NIV but I am not sure.
I was reading Elder Gong’s talk from conference. He mentioned the importance of being consistent in good habits and it put me in mind of something that a firearms instructor told me a couple of days ago.
He said that consistency is the most important thing. If someone is consistent but inaccurate he can easily figure out the problem and fix it. But if someone sometimes accurate, sometimes notm all over the map, it’s almost impossible to know what to do to help them.
The metaphor here is that if we are being consistent in our righteousness, consistent in good habits, but we’re still not getting the promised blessings it’s probably not going to be too hard to identify that spiritual component we’re missing, be it prayers or service or stillness; but if you’re constantly beginning and dropping habits, beginning and dropping sins, you’re a mess and who knows why, you’re just a mess.
But for all that the good habit it’s most important to be consistent at is repentance.
Continuing our trend of telling you what to think after you’ve already formed your own opinion.
For he put on righteousness as a breastplate, and an helmet of salvation upon his head; and he put on the garments of vengeance for clothing, and was clad with zeal as a cloak.
18 According to their deeds, accordingly he will repay, fury to his adversaries, recompence to his enemies; to the islands he will repay recompence.
19 So shall they fear the name of the Lord from the west, and his glory from the rising of the sun. When the enemy shall come in like a flood, the Spirit of the Lord shall lift up a standard against him.
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I will choose their delusions and will bring their fears upon them.***
And it shall come to pass, that from one new moon to another, and from one sabbath to another, shall all flesh come to worship before me, saith the Lord.
And they shall go forth, and look upon the carcases of the men that have transgressed against me: for their worm shall not die, neither shall their fire be quenched; and they shall be an abhorring unto all flesh.
You’ve probably seen the Nothing Ever Happens meme.
Things seem to be on the verge of breaking out–Trump elected, riots in France, lockdowns in St. Petersburg…–and then nothing.
Nothing ever happens. (more…)
(50% longer than a normal month, out of respect)

Mayflower indentured servant John Howland was washed overboard in a gale but managed to grab a trailing rope. He had 10 children and an estimated 2 million modern descendants (me among them). Joseph Smith was his descendant.