At the beginning of this chapter we are reminded of the sweet tender mercy’s God gives us. And that He will protect us and prepare a way for us if we follow him. I was reminded of this just this past week. Looking towards the future is a scary thing. We are hoping after school there will be a job that wants us and will provide for us. We met up with a friend at a local store and he told us of a copper exploration team he was putting together. Lucas was blessed to have an on the spot interview. It was a breath of fresh air to see that we will be able to provide for our family with the Lord’s help as we are obedient.
Later in the chapter it tells us of how they where obedient: Heeding to the words of the prophets, and following their example of blind faith.
Starting in verse 14, Alma goes through a series of questions that one can answer. If you truthfully answer them you can be found worthy to enter the temple. The questions hit hard and home for me. This morning (Sunday) as I was getting ready for church I asked myself questions like, why are you doing this? Why do you believe? Is this real? My answers were: because I love him, I love my Savior and my Heavenly Father. While many will call me a fool, I know that as I stand before my Savior one day I will testify that, He is my Savior, the only Begotten Son of our Father.
I know that I am not perfect today, but with diligence to endure to the end and by following Him I will be like Him.
Later in the chapter it says “at the bottom of the tree lays an ax.” This ax is for you and me and the tree is a bad habit that we have allowed into our lives that is not of God. The first thing we need to do is to get rid of it. Chop out the trees that are producing bad fruit. Earlier this year I was watching a TV series that was not uplifting or of good report. So I took my ax and stopped watching them. I’ve felt good “cutting” these things that drive me away from my God and only produce bad fruit. Return to Virtue.
Come all and partake of the tree of life which is the Love of God.
