Alma 15 took me in an unexpected direction this morning. As I read about Zeezrom, I was struck by the connection between the mind, the spirit, and even the body.
Zeezrom was sick with a fever brought on by the “great tribulations of his mind” because of his sins. His mind had been harrowed up. He was suffering terribly.
I don't think this means every physical illness is caused by our thoughts or our sins. But I do know that what happens in our minds matters. Thoughts can weigh us down—sometimes heavily enough to affect us physically. When we find ourselves in that place, we need to pay attention and seek the help we need.
Fortunately for Zeezrom, Alma and Amulek came into his life. And to his credit, he reached out to them.
Zeezrom believed their words. When Alma and Amulek blessed him, he was healed “according to his faith.” He got up, walked, was baptized, and from that point forward dedicated his life to the gospel.
I've experienced a small glimpse of the power of touch in spiritual things. I wrote about it in my February 5 post, so I won't repeat the story here. But I learned something at a Young Women camp that I have never forgotten: touch can be a powerful tool of the Spirit.
Then I came to Amulek.
We're studying Job in the Old Testament this week, so perhaps that's why Amulek's story caught my attention. He was a man who had something to lose. He had wealth, standing in the community, family, a home—an established life. And then he received a testimony that the things Alma taught were true.
Amulek was willing to give it all up.
I chew on this for a minute.
Are we willing to do likewise?
I've had to answer that question before. It was 49 years ago.
I had been touched by the Spirit. I was thirsty for more and couldn't learn fast enough. Eventually, the day came when I had to decide what really mattered to me.
I had been in a new home for perhaps six months. I was so happy there. It was my first home, my first ward family, and I loved the home and everything I had put into it. But it wasn't enough to keep me from following what I knew in my heart. I had a testimony that Jesus Christ wanted more from me.
He wanted my all.
So I packed up the clothes and basic furniture my daughter and I needed, and walked out of that home — never to look back.
There were challenges, but the Lord was with me every step of the way. Material possessions suddenly seemed unimportant. I felt strong and protected in a way I had never experienced before.
It is something a person never forgets.
I didn't forget.
And I thank the Lord for that miracle every day.
As I reflect on this miracle, I can see that what felt like giving up everything was actually the beginning of a life more blessed than I could have imagined.
Sometimes the Lord asks us to give up something we think we cannot live without. But when the Spirit asks for our all, perhaps the real question isn't, What will I lose?
Perhaps it is, What will I become if I am willing to give it?
