It’s difficult to capture poignant moments in words and tell stories about them, when there aren’t really stories to tell, just moments and insights that one doesn’t really know how to share.
A single moment of an ordinary day can change a life, so long as the potential changee doesn’t lose the lesson in the hustle of building a life.
It breaks my heart that we live in a world overrun by destructive moments; that callousness seems to be the order of the day, and that I often help callousness on its way.
It reminds me of when Elder Holland gave a talk in General Conference about Speaking with the Tongues of Angels. I remember how convicted I felt, because I am nothing if not biting and sarcastic.
How do I reconcile my cynicism with my quest for Christianity? It causes such cognitive dissonance that I often despair.
How can I decry the cruelty of the world, when everyday, in some way, I contribute to it?
It almost makes life feel vain. What is the point of lofty goals and pretty creeds, if not accompanied by integrity and character?
No wonder we need the Atonment; if only I could cast off pride, let go of doubt and surrender.