Nephi speaks of those who are “filthy still,” and I catch myself wondering—what about the Millennium? What about the chances to come to Christ?
It feels… final.
And yet another thought presses in.
If Lehi’s children are still considered covenant people hundreds of years later—after generations of wandering—then what does that mean for mine?
That feels like a stretch.
But maybe I’m reading the wrong part of the story.
Nephi is showing the end—not the long, patient work that comes before it.
“Filthy still” isn’t about a lack of opportunity.
It’s about the moment when choosing is over.
We’re not there.
Not yet.
There is still time.
Still teaching.
Still a God who keeps reaching.
The Millennium itself suggests that His work continues far beyond what I can see now.
So I sit here—in the middle.
Watching choices I don’t understand.
Holding onto promises that feel distant.
Trying to trust that covenant roots run deeper than what I see today.
Because maybe what feels final to me…
is only unfinished.
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