I don’t think that anyone – not a single person – has ever read the last few chapters in Mormon, all of Ether, and all of Moroni, and thought:

“Man, that Moroni is the worst writer ever.”

Right?!

Like, it’s almost laughable.

But clearly, to Moroni, this was a serious issue.

He believed that he wasn’t great at writing. He believed that this was a big weakness of his. (Ether 12:25)

And he didn’t want to be mocked or compared.

Now THERE’S a feeling I think we all can relate to.

We see a little kid, afraid to perform at a piano recital, and tell them that it’s totally fine if they make mistakes because everyone is proud of them just for getting up to perform.

And we ourselves are paralyzed by a fear of messing up.

We go to someone else’s house and tell them not to worry about it no matter how many times they apologize for “the mess”.

And yet we don’t want anyone to see our house unless we clean.

We encourage our friends to accept a new calling, telling them that this will be a new opportunity to grow and expand their talents.

And we think the Bishop’s got it all wrong when we hear of our new assignment.

(Not that these examples apply to everyone, but you get the gist.)

We feel such loving compassion for Moroni talking about his weaknesses.

And yet we sometimes spare ourselves that same loving compassion.

So let’s try to be more compassionate, forgiving, and patient with our own weaknesses this week.

To look on our shortcomings the same way a tender, loving parent would.

The way a loyal friend would.

The way our perfect, divine, Heavenly Parents do.

Happy Studying!

-Cali Black

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