What's wrong with lesser laws? Well, following lesser laws becomes problematic for two reasons:
1. When we are so busy keeping all these carnal commandments we may never get to actually live the gospel law; and
2. Keeping lesser laws makes us feel pretty good about ourselves. All this busy work may keep us from the "weightier matters of the law."
Oh, how I wish we would learn this valuable truth:
"Rules and regulations cannot empower us. The potential for sin can be clarified by the law, but not eliminated by it. That is why the law can only be a schoolmaster to teach us of our plight and to encourage us to look for the remedy. The remedy is not the law. Redemption comes in and through the Holy Messiah."
("No Other Way," Blogpost, Given by the Finger of God, October 17, 2021, https://fingerofgod.blogspot.com/2021/10/no-other-way.html)
Nephi, Please Do you remember when the risen Lord appeared to the Nephites and inaugurated a Zion-like era among the people and told them to keep paying their tithing?
Nope. Me neither.
Because it never happened.
Have we replaced the gospel of love, the true gospel of repentance . . . with the gospel of performance?
One of my early poems tried to address the legalism of tithing settlement among those of us who have covenanted to be witnesses of Christ, who commanded us to "no more" offer up our sacrifices and burnt offerings (i.e., tithing) and instead sacrifice "a broken heart and a contrite spirit" (3 Nephi 9:19-20).
Oh well. I guess we like keeping it "old school."
And a wire basket piled high with chicken eggs: little ones not much bigger than a robin’s treasure. Average ones, too, spotted brown coated with fine feather down. So many shells have cracked from the weight. Shall I deduct those?
And alfalfa left too long in the field, cut just before a late wash in the rain making a poor yield. Tried leaving the wilted leaves in the sun to dry out the mold but it was all in vain.
And my family’s horse, which pulled faithfully all these years. He is spavined and mostly lame now. The grandchildren learned to ride on his sturdy back, fifteen hands tall. Take the saddle, tack: you may have it all to satisfy the law.
I won’t be needing a receipt. Only leave a little grain, some wheat to plant in yonder plot where I can grow old, and thresh upon Araunah’s floor as my eyes close, feeling the seed fall between my fingers. If you take even this I will have nothing left to sow.