"This sacred spot, like Eden where Adam dwelt, like Sinai from whence Jehovah gave his laws, like Calvary where the Son of God gave his life a ransom for many, this holy ground is where the Sinless Son of the Everlasting Father took upon himself the sins of all men on condition of repentance.
We do not know, we cannot tell, no mortal mind can conceive the full import of what Christ did in Gethsemane.
We know he sweat great gouts of blood from every pore as he drained the dregs of that bitter cup his Father had given him.
We know he suffered, both body and spirit, more than it is possible for man to suffer, except it be unto death.
We know that in some way, incomprehensible to us, his suffering satisfied the demands of justice, ransomed penitent souls from the pains and penalties of sin, and made mercy available to those who believe in his holy name.
We know that he lay prostrate upon the ground as the pains and agonies of an infinite burden caused him to tremble and would that he might not drink the bitter cup.
We know that an angel came from the courts of glory to strengthen him in his ordeal, and we suppose it was mighty Michael, who foremost fell that mortal man might be.
As near as we can judge, these infinite agonies—this suffering beyond compare—continued for some three or four hours.
After this—his body then wrenched and drained of strength—he confronted Judas and the other incarnate devils, some from the very Sanhedrin itself; and he was led away with a rope around his neck, as a common criminal, to be judged by the arch-criminals who as Jews sat in Aaron’s seat and who as Romans wielded Caesar’s power.
They took him to Annas, to Caiaphas, to Pilate, to Herod, and back to Pilate. He was accused, cursed, and smitten. Their foul saliva ran down his face as vicious blows further weakened his pain-engulfed body.
With reeds of wrath they rained blows upon his back. Blood ran down his face as a crown of thorns pierced his trembling brow.
But above it all he was scourged, scourged with forty stripes save one, scourged with a multithonged whip into whose leather strands sharp bones and cutting metals were woven.
Many died from scourging alone, but he rose from the sufferings of the scourge that he might die an ignominious death upon the cruel cross of Calvary.
Then he carried his own cross until he collapsed from the weight and pain and mounting agony of it all.
Finally, on a hill called Calvary—again, it was outside Jerusalem’s walls—while helpless disciples looked on and felt the agonies of near death in their own bodies, the Roman soldiers laid him upon the cross.
With great mallets they drove spikes of iron through his feet and hands and wrists. Truly he was wounded for our transgressions and bruised for our iniquities.
Then the cross was raised that all might see and gape and curse and deride. This they did, with evil venom, for three hours from 9:00 a.m. to noon.
Then the heavens grew black. Darkness covered the land for the space of three hours, as it did among the Nephites. There was a mighty storm, as though the very God of Nature was in agony.
And truly he was, for while he was hanging on the cross for another three hours, from noon to 3:00 p.m., all the infinite agonies and merciless pains of Gethsemane recurred.
And, finally, when the atoning agonies had taken their toll—when the victory had been won, when the Son of God had fulfilled the will of his Father in all things—then he said, “It is finished” (John 19:30), and he voluntarily gave up the ghost.
As the peace and comfort of a merciful death freed him from the pains and sorrows of mortality, he entered the paradise of God.
When he had made his soul an offering for sin, he was prepared to see his seed, according to the messianic word.
These, consisting of all the holy prophets and faithful Saints from ages past; these, comprising all who had taken upon them his name, and who, being spiritually begotten by him, had become his sons and his daughters, even as it is with us; all these were assembled in the spirit world, there to see his face and hear his voice.
After some thirty-eight or forty hours—three days as the Jews measured time—our Blessed Lord came to the Arimathaean’s tomb, where his partially embalmed body had been placed by Nicodemus and Joseph of Arimathaea.
Then, in a way incomprehensible to us, he took up that body which had not yet seen corruption and arose in that glorious immortality which made him like his resurrected Father.
He then received all power in heaven and on earth, obtained eternal exaltation, appeared unto Mary Magdalene and many others, and ascended into heaven, there to sit down on the right hand of God the Father Almighty and to reign forever in eternal glory.
His rising from death on the third day crowned the Atonement. Again, in some way incomprehensible to us, the effects of his resurrection pass upon all men so that all shall rise from the grave.
As Adam brought death, so Christ brought life; as Adam is the father of mortality, so Christ is the father of immortality.
And without both, mortality and immortality, man cannot work out his salvation and ascend to those heights beyond the skies where gods and angels dwell forever in eternal glory."
He had the power to stop all of this, but his love for God, and his love for all of us was so great that he gave everything, even his very life to give us the chance to come back home. He gave this life for all, but it is up to us to return that love and heed his call. I look forward to the great and terrible day of his return. It will be great indeed for him to come back to earth and to stand before us all, but it will be terrible to see how many have fallen in life among friends and family that refuse to listen, refuse to acknowledge his existence, and refuse to even see a touch of what he has to offer. For those my heart breaks and I hope and pray for them to turn around, or find the answers that will bring them home.
There is a great power in his love for us. Every spirit is precious in his eyes, and like the shepherd, he goes into the dangerous places of life, wanders through the wilderness of the cities and far reaches of the earth seeking those that are lost, hidden away, blinded by the world and those that are caught and need his aid. He is the good shepherd, the one who knows us well and loves us best.
There is not one spirit on earth that walks alone, there is not one heart in the darkness that he cannot find, there is not one tear that falls that he does not cry with, and there is not one anguished prayer that he does not hear and answer. Maybe his answer is not what we want to hear, but if you heed to what he inspires you to do, and truly listen and study it out in your heart, you will find it is the best answer.
God knows what is in the deepest heart, and wants to hear from each of you. He loves all of you, whoever you may be, and does not care about outside appearance. He made each of you for a reason, with the particular challenges and trials of life you have to help you become the kind of person he knows you can become. His great love was to allow you to make the mistakes and falls of life to learn from them, and then he provides ways to help and to support you as you get back up again and head the right direction. That help comes in the most unusual of ways at times, but it is always there for those that seek it.
From the tattered begger he went forth and lifted them up and taught them. The great kings he went forth and preached to them. No man or woman ever is forgotten in his sight. Each and every one of you IS important in his sight, IS a child of god, and IS VERY MUCH LOVED. Even if you feel that no one in life loves you, never forget that the most supreme God and his son Jesus Christ still love you and always will. What comfort that gives, to know that you are indeed loved, and there is hope for a brighter future if you keep going at it and keep moving forward and upward toward the way life should be lived.
You are loved, what great power that statement has. He endured so much for us, from the torture of the garden to the mocking crowds and torment of the cross, giving even his very life to show just how much he loved us.
He hears and knows of every lost sheep out there, and he knows just how much you endure in life too. He is there, he does care, and he always will be so long as you keep doing what you know is right. Listen when you know deep down something is not right. Take care of it then and put a stop to following the wrong pathways of life. He knows of your secret wanderings and pain, and is trying to help.
You are loved, never forget that. That is the true power of love, the knowledge that he is there and loves you, each and every one of you, no matter who you are, where you are, and what you are doing. When you are doing wrong it breaks his heart, but he has never stopped loving you. You are children of God, and he knows you, each and every one of you. You have the chance to become what you are meant to be if you are willing to take the chance to trust him enough to help you come home.
You are loved, and he loves you dearly enough to pay whatever price it takes to bring you back. I know he is there and does care about us. I know that he lives and gave his life for me, for you, for every single member of my family even those that have wandered from the church astray, and someday hopefully even they will heed his call and return. God knows and will listen. He loves all of us and wants us to come back. Yes sometimes there are problems that arise from the things that were done wrong, but if you continue to follow the path that is right, even if it is hard, people will accept you for who and what you are. You can return to him, if you are willing to fight the darkness and come back to the church. It is when you feel the least like coming that you need the worst to be there.
You are loved and can come home. Be willing and ready to know that he loves you and is calling. The power of love is great, and if you trust in that love he gives us, the power is there within your heart to do whatever you need to find that way back. The power of love is a great thing is it not?
Best of blessings and I know that he lives and loves us!
Maraleh