Spiritual Dyslexia

The following comments are from Carlfred Broderick, professor of sociology, University of Southern California. (Ensign Magazine, August 1986)

“My experience has convinced me that God actively intervenes in some destructive lineages, assigning a valiant spirit to break the chain of destructiveness in such families.

Although these children may suffer innocently as victims of violence, neglect and exploitation, through the grace of God some find the strength to metabolize the poison within themselves, refusing to pass it on to future generations.

Before them there were generations of destructive pain; after them the river flows clear and pure. Their children and children’s children will call them blessed.

In suffering, evidently that others may not suffer, such persons in some degree, become as “ Saviours on Mount Zion” by helping to bring salvation to their lineage.”

To these words, I would like to add my own….

My experience has taught me that some lineages, although not destructive or violent, nonetheless suffer through the smothering anguish of ignorance in silent hopelessness. Into these families, God also assigns valiant spirits to break the chain of spiritual darkness. 

Many of such families are filled with warm, hospitable and good people, who are true to their family duties and responsibilities. However, many yet cling to the old superstitions, false traditions and religious beliefs that promise, but cannot deliver, salvation. To those valiant spirits so assigned, I see their mission as including a three-fold responsibility.

1 / To be obedient to keep and observe the laws and commandments of the gospel so that their lives may be a testimony to their words. Then it can be said that before them there was confusion, fear and unbelief. After them came waters that were clear, brimming with joy, peace, hope and assurance. 

2/ Follow the commitment to find and identify those who are in such lineages so that the saving ordinances required for their salvation may be performed on their behalf.

3/ There will be the great missionary work required to locate and call these family members, now in the spirit world, whose work has been done, to arise from their sleep and embrace the gospel of Jesus Christ.

These good people carried and passed on to us the seed of life so that we might have mortal life. This great gift that we now live, did not come free. Many paid a heavy price. This is especially true of the young fathers who grew old far too soon, toiling at back-breaking and thankless jobs for little more than bread to eat and an unreliable roof to put over their heads. Likewise, their young wives who died giving birth to their children so that the seed of life, which we now carry, could be passed on. 

How can such gifts and sacrifices ever be re-paid? The answer, of course, is by giving to them the truth, knowledge and ordinances by which they may obtain eternal life through the atonement of Jesus Christ. 

One by one, Christ saves each of us. One ancestor at a time  we, in some small degree, perform the role of “Saviour on Mount Zion” for our lineage, similarly to how Christ performed it for us all. 

If we fulfill this assignment, not only will our children and our children’s children call us blessed, but so will our fathers and our father’s fathers before them.

– Douglas T Garrett

The Making and Breaking of Rex

Rex was such a beautiful puppy when I first saw him. Happening down an alleyway, I noticed how his brown and black fur coat seemed almost incapable of containing his excitement or hiding his enthusiasm. He jumped, leaped, pawed and hurled himself until it seemed as though he might come right out of his skin in his zest to express his happiness.

Whenever someone would pass by the gate near the spot where he was tethered, he would run to greet them, to play with them, to share his life with them. But the chain would pull his head with a quick snap, jerking him right off his feet.

He had so much life inside, so much he wanted to see and so much to share that he would jump up again and again, pulling and lunging until he would fall down panting for air that had been forced from his throat by the unrelenting collar.

His eyes and cries would follow the children down the alley way pleading, “ Please play with me. We could have such fun. I want to come with you but I cannot. Each time I try, something stops me. Please, please don’t go away” But as always, the yard became quiet, cold and lonely.

A long time passed before I found the opportunity to wander that way again. I looked for Rex but I did not see him. Instead in the yard was a large, ugly, brown and black dog. He was chained to a steel rod anchored down in the frozen ground. His hair bristled at the sight of me and his teeth flashed. He ran at me growling deeply, his head yanked back as he reached the full extent of the chain. His eyes were filled with hatred. They seemed to say, “ If it were not for this thing, I would leap forward and sink my teeth in your throat.” The large red letters on the white fence read, “Danger. Beware of Dog”

I moved on quickly, wondering whatever became of my friend Rex.

  • Doug Garrett