Tied

Elder Liufau was standing there, reminding me about a missionary companionship 'build togetherness' activity we had (that we never had). It had consisted of a rope and a companionship, being first tied together at the ankle, and after some walking about, being tied back to back like prisoners that would have to escape. Not a bad idea, eh?

Anyway, then the place we were in was a sort of auditorium and chapel mixed and all sorts of people -- strangers, people from my past -- started pouring in, in twos, to partner up for this activity. As someone was at the front explaining, I was sitting next to a couple of young women from my home ward, explaining what they'd missed. I explained the significance, that was for some reason this:

"When Jesus was on the cross, he wasn't tied to it, he was nailed to it. In his agony --how intense we can't even imagine-- it was still as though he was tied to God; he was nearest to Him then than ever. We just do this activity to remind us that in times of trial it is so much better to be tied to God and have Him near than not. In the hard times, have God near to you; He is not far."

And in dreams, things like this make so much sense that the girls nodded in understanding. Then we turned back to listen to whatever whoever was saying. The end.

I like the idea though. It's better to have God near, no matter what sacrifices we need to make, than to feel abandoned by Him in the hard times because we did not exercise faith beforehand. Yeah, that's all. I did have a dream also about a flat tire and other mixed potpourri of the brain, but it just can't be put together again.