"You aren't a Christian if you don't accept the Trinity."
The history of that statement is quite shocking, and almost nobody who says it knows that acceptance of the doctrine of the Trinity was once enforced by exile, fire, and death.
Here is what happened.
For the first 300 years after Jesus, Christians did not agree on how He related to God the Father. They argued about it constantly. There was no official rule. That was just normal.
Then a priest named Arius said the Son came from the Father and was beneath Him. Not equal. Not eternal. A lot of Christians agreed with him. A lot. This was not some fringe group. For stretches of the next century, his side was winning.
Other Christians said the opposite. The Son was fully God, equal to the Father, no beginning. Two camps, same Bible, opposite conclusions.
The fighting got bad. Riots. Mobs in the streets. Christians brawling over the nature of God.
So the Roman emperor stepped in. Constantine. He had just won a civil war and he wanted his empire to stop fighting. He was not even baptized. He did not care about the theology. He cared about order.
In the year 325 he called the bishops to a town called Nicaea. He paid for it. He ran the meeting himself. And they voted. They ruled that the Son was equal to the Father, fully God, one substance with Him. That ruling is the core of the Trinity. It got settled in that room, by that vote, on one word that is not even in the Bible.
They wrote the ruling into an official statement of belief. A creed. Every bishop was expected to sign it.
That is the part people think is the story. It isn't. The shocking part is how they made everyone accept it.
Constantine made the bishops sign the creed. The few who refused, he banished.
Then he ordered every book Arius ever wrote to be burned.
Then he made a law. If you were caught hiding one of those books, you were put to death.
Even after all of that, the Trinity did not win for good.
A few years later Constantine changed his mind. He brought Arius back. And he exiled Athanasius, the bishop who had won the argument at Nicaea. That man got banished five separate times in his life for believing the thing the church now says you have to believe.
For the next fifty years it flipped back and forth. One emperor said Trinity. The next said no. Whoever sat on the throne decided what was true. The official belief about God changed every time power changed hands.
It finally got locked in by another emperor named Theodosius. He made the Trinity the law of the empire. Disagree, and you were a heretic. Not in some spiritual sense. By law. Backed by soldiers.
A few years after that, the empire executed a bishop for his beliefs. The first time the state put a Christian to death over doctrine. It would not be the last.
Then came the document that says it out loud. A creed written around the year 500. Almost five centuries after Jesus. They named it after Athanasius, that same bishop. He did not even write it. They put his name on it for the authority.
It opens by declaring that anyone who does not hold the Trinity, whole and complete, will perish forever. Believe it or be damned. Put in writing, and made the test of who gets saved.
So that is where the line comes from. Not from Jesus. Not from the apostles. From emperors and councils who needed a divided empire to fall in line.
The Trinity did not become the rule because the argument was settled. It became the rule because the side that held it had the throne, the law, and the sword.
The next time someone says you aren't a Christian unless you accept the Trinity, remember what it took to make that rule stick. Exile. Fire. And death.
The television
Lithium battery
Open Heart surgery
3d animation
John Browning invented the firearms that won two World Wars
(Repeating rifle
Machine gun)
Catalytic converter
Digital audio
Stereo sound
3D ultrasound
Soda fountain
Fire extinguisher
Torpedo
Traffic light
Odometer
Word processing software
Lasik eye surgery
Tater tots
Using lasers in surgery
Modern hearing aids
Artificial diamonds
And most critically, settling 1/3 of the American landmass.
And successfully creating the largest migration in American history.
All in only 200 years.
Fighting the Federal Government for our lives,
All while being hated by everyone,
And having no control over media or any government power.
When Joseph fell at Carthage, the Saints were a leaderless people with a price on their heads, and by every law that governs such movements, this one should have ended there.
A movement built on a martyred founder scatters and dies; it is nearly a rule of nature.
This one did not die.
Brigham Young, a plainspoken carpenter from Vermont, stood up in the smoking ruin of everything the people had built, and by the sheer iron of his will he refused to let them come apart.
He did not inherit a kingdom.
He inherited a wound, and a target, and ten thousand terrified souls, and he picked them up and carried them out.
A thousand miles, on foot and by wagon, across rivers and plains and mountains, into a desert no one else on earth wanted, because it was the only ground far enough that the world might finally let his people live.
He planned the exodus like a general and shepherded it like a father.
He buried the dead along the trail and kept the living walking.
When he came through the last canyon and looked out over a valley of salt and sagebrush that any sane man would have called a graveyard, he did not flinch and he did not despair.
He said this is the place.
And then he did the most audacious thing any leader of this people has ever done since Moses. He told a starving, frostbitten, exhausted remnant to build.
There was no water where they needed it. No timber. No certainty the ground would yield a single season’s bread.
There was a killing winter, and crickets that came in black clouds to devour what little they dared to plant.
And into that emptiness Brigham spoke a civilization.
He pulled the rivers down out of the mountains in the first irrigation works the American West had ever seen. He laid out a city in clean squares with his own hand and his own eye. He planted across a thousand miles of wasteland an entire commonwealth of towns and farms and temples, not by accident, not by drift, but by deliberate design, as a sustained act of faith, because he believed God had given his people a place and it was his charge to make it bloom or die in the trying.
Brigham took the most worthless land on the map and commanded it to bring forth life, and it obeyed him, because behind the command was a faith that would not entertain the possibility of failure.
Understand what this means for you, sitting comfortable and well fed in a Church whose survival you have never once had to fight for.
Every blessing you take for granted rests on a foundation that hunted, half starved people laid with their bare hands under his direction.
The temples you walk into exist because Brigham would not let the building stop.
The very endurance of this Church, that it survived the decades when extermination was not a memory but a living and legal threat, is the work of his unbreakable conviction that God was not yet finished with this people.
Joseph was the seer who tore open the heavens.
Brigham was the lion who made certain there would still be a people left on the earth to receive what the heavens had poured out.
@oldstatemark@Iwendtster Unfortunately, the whole let’s vote for the guy who hates my religion strategy hasn’t exactly worked well in the past for us. Best of luck.
@FatherChrisVor1 It’s because it’s meant to dehumanize and belittle us.
You also use a collar to make it appear as though you have authority to condemn us to hell
Dark stuff
I really loved the personal story that Elder Wakolo snuck into his talk:
“Brothers and sisters, The Lord honors patient faith and it never too late for miracle.
In Fiji, a faithful wife waited eight long years for her husband to join the church. Eight years of attending church alone, while her husband remained uninterested and hesitant. But she did not withdraw her attendance. She served.
When the wife received her patriarchal blessing, she was promised that if she remained true and faithful the day would come that her husband would take her to the temple to be sealed for time and all eternity.
Over eight years and 24 missionaries later, the husband was baptized and the couple was sealed in the house of the Lord. To be clearer, I should say, my wife Anite and I were sealed in the house of the Lord.
My only regret: I wish I had been baptized sooner. Brothers and sisters, God keeps his promises—but in His timing.”😭😭
#LDSConf #GeneralConference
The literal resurrection of Jesus is, of course, the subject of so many scriptures that it is settled doctrine for believers of the Bible and Book of Mormon. For us, the universal resurrection is equally certain.
I wonder if we fully appreciate the enormous significance of our belief in a literal, universal resurrection. The conviction that death is not the conclusion of our identity changes the whole perspective of our mortal life.
It affects how we look on the physical challenges of mortality. It gives us the strength and perspective to endure the mortal challenges faced by each of us and by those we love.
It signifies that mortal deficiencies are only temporary! It also gives us the courage to face our own death or that of loved ones—even deaths we might call premature.
Our belief in the resurrection also encourages us to fulfill our family responsibilities in mortality. It helps us live together in love in this life in anticipation of joyful reunions and associations in the next.
#GreaterLove #GeneralConference
Artwork: “Above All” by Kelsy and Jesse Lighweave
When Mary returned to the Garden Tomb, angels—and then the risen Savior Himself—asked her a simple, searching question: “Why weepest thou?” (John 20:15). At Easter, that same loving question is quietly extended to each of us.
I pray that you will find in your faith the light, the love, and the joy that He would have all of us feel at this sacred time of year.
#GreaterLove
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Love it.
Not sure why it’s controversial to anyone to appreciate and celebrate wiping out 49 leaders of one of the most evil regimes in recorded history.
Hey Eric I’d never heard of you but quick google search said you were literally removed from House Intelligence Committee for having your office infiltrated by a Chinese spy named Fang Fang😭😭 Can’t even make it up. Maybe sit out the National Security lectures. Politicians man🫣