When I was a young boy, I remember sneaking down into the pantry while mother was cooking. Pantries, in those days, were food storage in preparation for the final days- for we were the last generation.
I’d ever so quietly take the lid off of the grain barrels and reach my hand in there as far down as I could go and play with the grains. On one occasion, I mistakenly did this with the barrel of pepper flakes. The discipline for that error in judgement came swift, but fair.

Though my favorite thing to play in, as I’m sure you’re all guessing, were the barrels of drinking urine. Who, as an innocent child, didn’t love lowering themselves slowly into the aging, basement temperature, urine? However, on one occasion, in my haste, my grip on the iron ring around the rim of the barrel slipped, and I plunged into the barrel- spilling the contents all over the concrete floor and ruining several boxes of stored hair.
Had I taken my time, I could have gradually descended into the barrel and enjoyed the urine’s embrace without fault.

It is this gradual descent into that wholesome preparation that I am reminded of our study of the gospel. It is important that we not plunge too deep and too fast into the more complex aspects of our gospel. One must learn to gently lower themselves into barrels of urine before they can dive.

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