Kolob:
For some reason, I didn't feel quiet ready to write this ABC. My writing teacher calls this a Red Flag of Avoidance. She can tell when something is being left out of writing because the author is ready to talk about it.
I knew I wanted to write about Kolob, but where do you start?
"If you could hie to Kolob in the twinkling of an eye and then continue upward with the same strength to fly, do you think that you could ever through all eternity, find out the generation where man became to be?" - LDS Hymn # 284
On warm summer night, my sister and I father outside to watch a meteor shower. My dad joined us as we gazed up at the tiny pinpricks of light. I sat explaining that the stream of light from the meteors happened as the entered the atmosphere and started to burn. (Correct me if I'm wrong. My area of expertise is most certainly not science.) My dad looked up and marveled at the stars. He wondered out loud, "Where is Kolob?" My sister, only 14, asked "What is Kolob?"
What, my dear friends, is Kolob? Why is my father, an intelligent, graduate scholar and business administrator asking, "Where is Kolob?"
The answer, as usual, comes from a "Primary Answer." No, not Pray, Read Your Scriptures or Go to Church. The answer, of course, is Joseph Smith.
