Worlds Without End
A brief meditation on the aims of Christian discipleship in the Restoration tradition.
Yesterday I cried as I did my homework
Not because it was difficult and not because I was stressed
But rather because it was all more beautiful than I imagined
My sandals were in the corner and I sat bare-foot in the center of the room
Surrounded by carpet, initially, but extending the circumference there was a textured face of tan rock
And handsome glass-and-brick buildings where teenagers fell in love with the Great Commission
And then a broad block of Timpanogos guarded by fog
But the beauty, strictly speaking, was neither architectural nor geological
It was probably parochial, tied as it was to the particular sensibilities of a single human mind,
But it was more than that too
Because the structures of Provo are part and parcel of a breathtaking and ongoing response to a theology, a religion and a God
That ask that we never stop learning nor loving nor building nor saving
Until Kirtland, Nauvoo, Far West and Salt Lake cease to be Mormon cities
And become instead harbingers, prophetic outposts, of a world, a cosmos and a human family
United in Christ and sealed by the temple priesthood.
Worlds Without End
This line captures my sentiments exactly, which I remember from my time in Provo back in 1987 - 1994: Because the structures of Provo are part and parcel of a breathtaking and ongoing response to a theology, a religion and a God.
Beautiful!