Coming Up Short, Falling Back on Jesus

    Many of us have reasons to doubt ourselves.

    We can seem like small ants in forgotten anthills, meandering our ways around holes where we can bumble and slip and fall. We fall, smudge ourselves on weird nectars or at times corrosive batter acids or other industrial wastes. 

    I exaggerate, I slew hyperbole. 

    Some say that Jesus of Nazareth was not who He says that He is. I believe in Him. I trust in His goodness and His redeeming power. 

    I need Him. Many think He is not a God, or not the Son of God, that He Himself was deceived. A friend told me so much recently via a private message.

    We shall see.

    Does the Church headquarters of Salt Lake City delude itself, as some accuse Jesus of doing two thousand years ago?

    But He is about me, and I am about Him. He is perfect, I am far from it. I fail and I stumble; I feel small sometimes like a little insect, of small importance or value. But He commands me that I must be more. I must love myself, and others, and forgive all.

    I must take His holy supper, I cleanse myself and recharge. With millions, perhaps billions, of others.

    I am deluded. I trust and pray that I am not.

    Why should I doubt? Nothing else seems as sure, while so many argue that there is no sufficient evidence.

    I believe Paul, of old. The Bible is true. The Book of Mormon, especially to my referred to source, says even more of the Messiahship of Jesus.

    He is my Savior. He is to millions. Billions.

    But He has me.

    Even when I perpetually fail in so many ways, by sins and errors, He saves and even exalts me.

    

    I love Him, as He loved me first. And last.

    The Alpha and Omega.