It is the story of a couple whose marriage is on the rocks and how, through the atonement of Jesus Christ, relationships may be healed. There are ways to be right on the surface and entirely mistaken beneath. That was what the Savior announced to the world. Man-up 2. Mistreatment by Others 3.
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By James L. He was holding a very old and very large book, which he extended to Rick, opened to a particular page.
Rick stood up and joined him at the table. It was in perfect condition, as if new, but at the same time it looked ageless, timeless. The large pages were made of a kind of paper Rick had never encountered, if they were made of paper at all.
The pages were soft to the touch, and so light they seemed almost to float. In this respect, they were almost feather-like. Yet they were at the same time so crisp, substantial, and weighty that Rick had the impression that no wind of this world, however strong, could rustle even a page.
As Rick looked down at the page, two things were very curious. First, although the page appeared to be thinner than any found in an average book, to the eye it looked to be of infinite depth, as the words seemed to float on the surface of an entire cosmos. Second, a line on the upper left illuminated itself and appeared to swim almost off the page.
Or were the words swimming away from him, down into the depths of the page? Wo, wo be unto the inhabitants of the earth, it read. The words now presented themselves to him, and reading was no longer necessary, at least not reading as he had ever known it.
He could feel, hear, and almost touch the words. They pulsed with life and were everywhere around him, yet they directed his mind to something beyond-something that was slowly coming into focus. The words continued- And he beheld Satan; and he had a great chain in his hand, and it veiled the whole face of the earth with darkness. In his hands he held a chain, each link larger, darker, and more foreboding than the one trailing it. He leadeth them by the neck with a flaxen cord, spoke the words around him, until he bindeth them with his strong cords forever.
And then they are taken captive by the devil, and led by his will down to destruction. He found himself on the earth among throngs of people in a great mist of darkness. Some were laughing, others crying, still others walked in grim silence. All, however, were moving, even those who thought they were not. The mist was moving, and all within it were moving as it moved. It was all very curious, as if the people were embedded within the mist-part of it, as it were-and so moved in unison with it.
Rick wondered. Why do they simply follow? If therefore the light that is in thee be darkness, how great is that darkness! This is what is meant by the chains of hell. And others will he pacify, and lull them away into carnal security. And thus the devil cheateth their souls, and leadeth them away carefully down to hell. Here and there he noticed the soft fluttering of the flaxen cord he had seen a few moments earlier, lighting on the people before him like the line of a master fly fisherman.
They appeared to be unaware of its presence. Rick focused more intently and noticed, to his astonishment, that the mist of darkness was made up entirely of this cord as it swirled in and around the children of men. Above his head, the fluttering, gray mists darkened steadily until they gathered as one into a funnel of metallic darkness in the skies overhead, ending finally in the grip of the great hand he had seen earlier.
And [Satan] looked up and laughed, and his angels rejoiced. Awake from a deep sleep, yea, even from the sleep of hell, and shake off the awful chains by which ye are bound, which are the chains which bind the children of men, that they are carried away captive down to the eternal gulf of misery and woe.
He and Carol were in the middle of the argument they had had just that morning. Rick grimaced as he watched how he had acted and heard what he had said.
It was all the worse having to witness it with his grandfather beside him. After Carol stomped her way up the stairs, his grandfather turned to him, his look solemn-not with disappointment but, it seemed to Rick, with love. From the moment Rick ascended the stairs to see Carol, to the moment she stomped away in fury, Rick had felt out of control, almost as if he lacked the capacity to choose another way-to choose civility, calm, and compassion.
The flaxen cords have been caressing you for years. They have been wrapping themselves around your thoughts, your feelings, your memories, your desires. Having indulged them-having even been flattered by them-you have offered another the reins of your heart. By shaking off the awful chains with which you are bound. I want to know.
Now, he just wanted to understand. All Rights Reserved.
The Peacegiver: How Christ Offers to Heal Our Hearts and Homes
An excerpt from The Peacegiver, published by Deseret Book. A New Day Rick squinted as sunlight poured in through the window. The storm had passed, finally. Carol was already out of bed and probably on her morning walk. He looked past where she normally would have been to the clock on her nightstand.