Post by Zarahemla of the Mulekites
Over the years as our people flourished and failed, a stranger, one Coriantumr lived among our people for nine moons. He spoke a language foreign to us, yet when he died, there was left behind an ancient stone, covered in mysterious engravings, a riddle waiting to be solved. Our ancestors in Zarahemla had no understanding what it said. The mystery remained until Mosiah and his people came. With the gift and power of God, Mosiah was able to read the words carved into its surface. And what a tale they told.
It was the story of a nation Mosiah called Jaredites, a people who had once ruled this land with great strength and prosperity. They had crossed the vast waters, guided by the Lord Himself, and built a civilization that reached heights most could only dream of. And then—because some lessons never seem to be learned—pride, greed, and an overwhelming enthusiasm for war got the better of them. Their mighty cities crumbled, their people destroyed themselves, and in the end, all that remained was this stone, their final message to the world.
I am no historian, but even I could see the pattern here. A civilization that forgets God, turns on itself, and lets pride rule the heart. That insures ruin. These Jaredites had everything, and they lost it all—not because of some outside enemy, but because of their own choices.
Their fate wasn’t a story meant told around an evening fire to keep God’s children in line; it was a lightening hot warning sign for all of us. If we let pride and contention take root, we’ll end up just like the Jaredites—nothing but dust and a sad story left behind. But if we remain faithful, seek peace, and remember who we are, then maybe—just maybe—we can retain the glorious blessing our God so earnestly wants to bestow upon us.
Omni 1:14-22
