We will never be enough

Recently I have been seeing more of this message: You are enough. Or: With Christ you are enough.

I hate this message. I want to be perfectly clear here- this is my personal opinion. YOU will NEVER be enough. Before the angry messages flood in, let me explain what I mean.

Not only is it a lie that you are enough, it is terribly shortsighted.

We read in the scriptures the message from King Benjamin to his people in his address: "Believe that man doth not comprehend all the things which the Lord can comprehend. And again I say unto you as I have said before, that as ye have come to the knowledge of the glory of God, or if ye have known of his goodness and have tasted of his love, and have received a remission of your sin, which causeth such exceedingly great joy in your souls, even so I would that ye should remember, and always retain in remembrance,the greatness of God and your own nothingness... And humble yourselves even in the depths of humility, calling on the name of the Lord daily, and standing steadfastly in the faith of they which is to come." (Mor 4:8,11)

Though we are children of God, we fall terribly short of salvation. The mercy of God is such that it finds us where we are but doesn't leave us where we were found. You will be saved because CHRIST is enough, not because you were.

Also, why would we seek to be "enough" when we have the potential to be even as God? Even if I could reach the line of "Enough!" I would not want God to find me hanging out there.

We should perhaps say rather "You are a work in progress."

"Fully accepting our Savior's Atonement can increase our Faith and give us courage to let go of constraining expectations that we are somehow required to be or to make things perfect. Black and white thinking says everything is either absolutely perfect or helplessly flawed. But we can gratefully accept, as God's sons and daughters, that we are His greatest handiwork (see Psalms 8:3-6; Hebrews 2:7) even though we are still a work in progress." ("Becoming Perfect in Christ" Elder Gerrit W. Gong - This talk is FANTASTIC)

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