You would think after reading these chapters so many times, the questions would slow down. They didn’t.
As I read 1 Nephi 11, I found myself asking something I’ve never really stopped to consider: Who is speaking?
At times it feels like God the Father. Then a Spirit in the form of a man. Then an angel. And all of it centers on one message—
“Behold the Lamb of God.”
I’ve always understood that phrase. Or at least I thought I did.
But this time, it settled differently.
I'm in the thick of reading the Old Testament. I’ve seen the sacrifices—animals offered again and again at the Lord’s command. I understand they are symbolic. I know they point to Christ.
But I’m not sure I ever fully let it sink in what that meant for God the Father.
He wasn’t just asking for sacrifice.
He was preparing His people to understand His sacrifice.
His Son.
That shifts things for me.
Because suddenly, the question isn’t just What did they offer?
It becomes What do I offer?
And the answer seems so much smaller, simpler, oh, and less messy — and yet somehow feels so large.
A broken heart.
A contrite spirit.
No altar. No lamb. No outward sign.
Is it less messy? Maybe not. Life can get messy.
Just my will.
My time.
My attention.
My willingness to serve, to build, to show up, to give what I’ve been given back to Him.
Some days that feels simple.
Other days, it feels like all of me.
Maybe that’s the point.
In a world that fights against Him—as Nephi saw so clearly—perhaps the offering that matters most now is quieter.
But no less real.
And no less complete.
I wrote something last year that feels a little clearer to me now than it did then—
that the Lord’s plan is always better than anything I can come up with.
I’m still learning what it looks like to offer Him everything.
“Behold the Lamb of God.” 1 Nephi 11:21
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