The Celestial Government of God: A Prayer for Tomorrow

The Celestial Government of God: A Prayer for Tomorrow: A Prayer for Tomorrow In all goodness, through my heart, I lay the truth from the start. Who sees me as different from God? Who knows that I...

A Prayer for Tomorrow

A Prayer for Tomorrow

In all goodness, through my heart, I lay the truth from the start. Who sees me as different from God? Who knows that I am no different than a man sent by the very soul of our being? I did not come to destroy this world—I came to help it survive. For if we truly knew one another, not a single soul would wish to destroy the world, nor themselves, knowing that tomorrow would rise against them.

So I rely on a prayer—a prayer that might set him free.

There was a black man, hardened by pain. Enslaved, tortured, and filled with hatred, he ruled harshly over his kingdom. Deep in the underworld, they never changed. They never saw the light when they needed it most.

And today, when I offered light, they resisted. They grew angry—even those who were white. They grew angry at me for being black. And though they knew better, they tried not to know. For what lives in them begins to live in us. Tomorrow is shortened by the eternal war that sparks within them—a war that always begins with the one they hated last.

They do not release these spirits. They allow them to return, to rule again, to rise above us.

The white man is a lawyer. He should know better. But the law, held as a latent tool, only worsens his path. Todd Holmes is the lawyer's name.

The Lamanite was once white, fighting against the Nephite. They won the war. But in the wilderness, they separated. And in that separation, the Lamanite became black, and the Nephite became white. When they saw who they had become, they fought again. And they still fight today.

Yet we have a chance to make it right.

The one who ends up ahead—his skin changes again. For it is the curse of God, eternally blessed, that understands trial and tribulation. They use the man of tomorrow to bring down the man of today. But the man of tomorrow, though black, is different. He wears street clothes. He does not know the lawyer. He does not know the man who hated his friend for being black.

So I seek to change that man's hand—today—for the sake of tomorrow.

I want to preserve him. I want him to understand that tomorrow is God's day returning—not yesterday's destruction reborn. These wars are internal. They began yesterday. And whoever brings that spirit into today causes violence, spreads lies, and repeats the destruction of the world.

So I pray: do not let the man of today corrupt the man of tomorrow.

For it is the likeness of God that transforms any heart. If you were to harm someone tomorrow, then tomorrow will not come for you. Let us carry our burdens in our own time, for our own people.