We're living in a powder keg and giving off sparks

Most people think Isaiah's prophecies are mysterious and hard to understand. But this one is pretty clear to me:

Behold all ye that kindle fire, that compass yourselves about with sparks, walk in the light of your fire and in the sparks which ye have kindled. This shall ye have of mine hand--ye shall lie down in sorrow.

It couldn't be more obvious. The prophet saw our day, when millions of people would be using their Kindle Fires to download Nicholas Sparks books, ultimately going to bed full of sorrow for having wasted so much time reading Dear John or The Last Song.

Perhaps I'm being unfair--after all, I've never read any of Mr. Sparks' novels. But I hear they're pretty emotionally manipulative and overly formulaic, that he's kind of the male equivalent of Stephenie Meyer.

I am familiar with some of his work, though. I've seen A Walk To Remember on video, and I will admit it exceeded my expectations, but said expectations were extremely low. (I passed on a chance to see it in theaters; it's a funny story, and I wrote about it once. You should check it out.)

Also, I haven't seen The Notebook, but I have lived it. Here's another old post, where I tell of when I found an old notebook in which I'd written a song for a girl, but never shared it with her. That post also includes the lyrics to a Valentine's Day parody I wrote to the tune of Alice Cooper's Feed My Frankenstein. How's that for serendipitous timing?

Once you're done reading my old work, since you won't be wasting time with Nicholas Sparks, go ahead and fire up the Kindle and read more teachings from Isaiah (and Nephi, and Jacob) to prepare for this week's Sunday School lesson.

Happy Valentine's Day!