A couple of years ago I got really interested in the Law of Moses. It’s hard to read the scriptures and miss it—particularly the Book of Mormon or the Bible. I can’t help but feel like it was the issue of the day. The thing that, for one reason or another, many members of the ancient Church just couldn’t get their heads around. I can almost see Paul sitting up late at night, rubbing his temples, trying to think of another way to teach that the Law of Moses had been fulfilled, that salvation was—always was—in Christ, that if they couldn’t understand that critical doctrine they didn’t get any of it.
I wondered why the ancient Saints had such a hard time understanding it.
Recently, I was vacuuming our chapel. The night before, I’d been at Cub Scouts, and that afternoon, I had to be at a ward activity. I was in charge of sharing time the next day, and there was ward council, and, and, and.
I don’t mind going to these things. I don’t even mind that sometimes, building the kingdom means coming up with an act for the ward talent show. I’m not saying there are too many meetings and too many requirements. It’s just that it doesn’t amount to much if we don’t personally consecrate them.
Alone in the chapel, it hit me that I’d been hopping from one Church-related activity to the next without ever acknowledging that I do these things because I love God. And so I had removed a significant portion of their meaning.
You might even say I was worshipping a dead law.
“And behold, this is the whole meaning of the law. Every whit pointing to that great and last sacrifice; and that great and last sacrifice will be the Son of God, yea,infinite and eternal” (Alma 34:14).