2 Nephi 11

Nephi again: Nice job, brother. He said more, but you get the drift.

Call me a toady for Isaiah, but I love the man. I salivate at his words. They seem to fit my family perfectly. So I’m copying his texts to my kids.

And he saw my Redeemer, the Lamb. I’ve seen him too, back in that vision I told you about, and so has Jacob. Three witnesses do the trick: Isaiah, Jacob, and I all saw him and that props up all of our testimonies. There will be more too. We’re tip of the iceberg.

This is a big deal for me, this proving that the Anointed One is coming. Because without that, the Law of Moses is a joke. The Lamb’s the only story in town.

I have to add that I love the agreements God’s made with us. I love both his grace and his justice. And I love working though their contradictions. I said the Lamb’s the only story, but this is the best part of that story: how God hurls death out of his own plan.

In my opinion, if there’s no Lamb, there’s no decent reason to even have a God. If we don’t have a God, then nothing exists, although that latter conclusion seems a little more philosophically tenuous. But here’s the middle path: God exists and he is the Lamb. That could get me in trouble with logicians, but I’d stake my soul on it.

Anyway, here’s a lot more Isaiah. I must think a lot of him to put all these words on my plates, scratching for hours and using up so much surface space, considering these texts are already on the brass plates. So consider this a roll of the dice. I think the repetition will pay off: