A Thanksgiving of American Folk Hymns by BYU Choirs & Orchestra has to be one of my favorite albums in our music collection. It has become our soundtrack during autumn, Pioneer’s Day, and our (comparatively comfortable) calamities. The opening song of the compilation is “Saints Bound for Heaven.”
My favorite stanza goes (or so I thought):
And when to Jordan's floods, we are come, we are come,
And when to Jordan's floods, we are come;
Jehovah rules the tide,
And the waters still divide,
And the ransomed host shall shout, we are come, we are come,
And the ransomed host shall shout, we are come.
What it really says is:
And waters he’ll divide.
(I like my version better. Just saying.)
The scriptures are a lot like Disney World.
Stay with me now.
But what most people don’t realize is that they are on the second floor of the park. The first level is deeper, underneath the second floor- sometimes just called the basement. It consists of offices, security, and utilities- stuff that makes the second level run.
On the SECOND LEVEL
the Jordan crossing is about Joshua, who was a faithful youth turned into a valiant man. He succeeded Moses and this is a typical ‘passing of the mantle’ story we are taught in Sunday school.
In the BASEMENT
This story is an allusion to the Atonement and how it operates for the individual as well for the human family, also a similitude of temple work, worship, and its blessings.
Would you believe me if I said I meant to end this entry back at (I like my version better. Just saying)?
Ahem,In our lives there are many, many crossings. Sometimes they are flooded- they seem like seas or oceans. But I know the waters still divide. What it means for me to cross over on dry ground is to not have my feet taken out from under me, not to be swept away, not to stumble or sink in the clay, to not have the things that matter most to be set adrift, and to be granted a safe and sure passage. My covenants navigate me through the course, but my Savior has provided the way.
Dry crossings, friend.


