Gadianton wrote:Thanks for the response Nitelion. But I am very skeptical, not so much about your prophecy, but of your ability to see it through the last days.I have not expectation of dealing with the pretenders. If you want anything from me you got to jack it up and become Zion within your heart by the power of Christ and the promised recreation of heart from the Father. I would be willing to set up a school to teach people how and hold them to the standard of Zion. I think that would be thrilling, if there were faith enough for people to regularly get it right.
I would have no problem dealing with what ever comes up if there are true saints around. No dead weight, unless they are somehow connected to a true saint, eeeesh that could get cumbersome!
You're revealing your inability to lead zion right here. What, you think Moses just had all the fun of Going up Mt. Sinia and then layed down on a couch and spoke profound truths to an easy audience? Did Lehi have the luxary of family and friends who all just hung on every word he said?
Of course you're willing to sit around and let the masses come to you and annoint your feet, make you their leader, and gasp at every word of wisdom out of your mouth all while they figure out all their problems of survival on their own. That's just a typical male fantasy, particularily typical of artist/musician types or sci-fi dudes who have difficulty on a social level or dealing with the mundane reality that usually comes with striving for success.
You apparently have a huge problem dealing with whatever might come along. The first part, to get Zion to listen to you, follow you, get along with each other, and get themselves out the door to begin their arduous trek is half the battle.
If you were a Lehi, a Moses, or a Joseph Smith, (or even a Morpheous!) you'd be pleading with the Lord at night and wetting your pillow with your tears in desperation over getting one or two Saints to listen. You would feel pain when you are rejected for the sake of what the soul has lost. Your every concern would be over how you might gather your people.
The trial of Zion has always been a fallen world and the trial of a true prophet, a fallen Zion. Put away your guitar, buy a gun, man up and go out and get Zion and lead them to the top of Mount Olympus. Wear out your life serving the people that reject you, that scorn you, that are rebellious and won't listen to you. It's your responsibility, if you can't do it, if you won't even try and just expect Zion to come to you, then all you are is another poet/sci-fi geek loner with a fantasy of greatness doomed to fail that allows him to justify avoiding the responsibilities of a family, a job, or otherwise anything that looks remotely like hard work where one might break a sweat from time to time.
I think you're the latter. I've met your kind many times. If you're really a prophet, prove me wrong and start acting like one instead of an angsty teen playing his guitar in the park hoping people will notice his great gifts and fall at his feet.
I LOVE YOU MAN.
You missed my end game senario. You imagine that there is already a Zion extant? There is no Zion. The beginning of Zion must come by the conversion of the people to raise them up to a state of righteousness that only God can create within them by the power of the gospel of Jesus Christ. This burden has been on me for a long time and where is there found faith on the eath? Even the Lord wondered this outloud in the gospel of Mark.
You think I might go around and command LDS temples to be swallowed up into the bowels of the earth? You want a sign and then another sign to consume upon your lusts? Are you just bored and want the Lord to make haste and show himself already?
Forty years I have thought upon the Lord day and night and have been given to pray unutterable prayers by groanings of the Spirit. Of late I have been much displaced by anger that I am coming to terms with.
It could happen sooner than later. I have recieved knowledge just days old that points to a pending encounter that might jack me up to your expectations. Just from what I have shared on this board I do not think you can yet write me off as an angst teenager playing his guitar in the park. That does cut me to the quick however. Nice jab.