After the order of His Son

2020-01-25

And those priests were ordained after the order of his Son, in a manner that thereby the people might know in what manner to look forward to his Son for redemption. — Alma 13:2

He's judged as worthy, called to serve, presented to the family by the father of the ward. "Send me," he says, "I'll go and do divine, redeeming servant's work." Sustained with lifted hands, ordained, sent forth, he knocks, asks offerings for the poor. About age twelve, a trip with mother brings him eager to the temple, pleased to learn and study, and about the Father's business. He walks on Sundays by each row, then stands and waits, hand stretched out still. To each he offers bread of life and drink, and cleansing covenant. The feast is broken, cupped, and private. drawn from shrouded burial white. He blesses, later, praying that disciples may be sanctified. He grows in wisdom and in stature till his hour of mission comes — then into wilderness he goes; seeing kingdoms of the world, he chooses service and denial. Sent to gather scattered Israel, years go by, and twelve companions: cried repentance, joy, and prayers. In time he holds a boy on lap, lays hands on mother-in-law, and raises from her bed a sick young girl. To brother dead in sin he calls, "Come forth!". He teaches scriptures, weeps, calms troubled hearts at night, invites his flock to kneel in daily prayer. He goes about, just doing good. Five thousand and four thousand times, he fills the board with daily bread and praises Father for it. Temple hours become his zeal, especially near the end. Then, sensing death, he comforts loved ones, urges faith, and slips beyond the veil — to bless his flock where mortal limits drop, to take a perfect body up, and once again to dwell with Him whose love and name and arms he's claimed by priesthood order, followed.