And the Lord called his people Zion,
because they were of one heart and one mind, and dwelt in righteousness;
and there was no poor among them.
A few years ago, I heard that Larry*, a fellow ward member and recent convert, had his house tagged by the city. It was deemed a safety hazard. If repairs were not made, the house would be condemned and could be razed.
I asked our excellent Elder’s Quorum President how we could help Larry. He told me that he had referred Larry to a ward member with building experience. My mind wanted to drop the matter there. Larry had been pointed in the direction of possible help. The ball was in his court. But I couldn’t let it go. I realized that Larry didn’t know the brother to whom he was referred. And Larry finds it hard to ask for help. I didn’t know if the ward member with building experience would be willing or able to offer meaningful assistance. We hadn’t really helped Larry yet; we had just offered a conscience-salving response.
I should tell you a little more about Larry. He was fifty-ish and black living in Arkansas. He worked as a security man at an alternative school which means that his life was stressful, and he made little money. He worked and lived in a dangerous part of town. His dear wife was earnest but limited by learning disabilities. She was about to have her last straggling teeth pulled so she could get dentures. They had two ‘tween daughters at home who are bashful but capable. And the family was faithful. They always came to church.
I was not satisfied with leaving Larry to fumble his way through the ward trying to find the help he needed. So, with Larry’s permission, I called a contractor friend, who is also a good Latter-day Saint, and asked if he would meet me at Larry’s house.
On a chilly but sunny Saturday morning we met at Larry’s house. This able and generous contractor looked at the house and groaned. Both of us felt the irony. In the contractor’s ward there are unnumbered members who live in million-dollar houses—palatial by comparison. But Larry and his family lived in a rundown shack that the city has condemned. The next day in his priesthood meeting, the contractor would bring up Larry’s plight; no one even asked a follow-up question. No one offered to help. We all expect the system to take care of him. We tend to absolve ourselves of personal responsibility.
The contractor and I set up a ladder inside the house so he could look through the long-absent ceiling at the underside of the roof structure. A section had been added to the back of the original frame house. It had not been built correctly. The roof was caving in, pushing out the walls, tearing the roof open, and pulling down the house.
That was not all. There was no flooring in the kitchen—only fragments of old linoleum and lots of worn subfloor showing through. There was no insulation in the walls or attic. Worse yet, there was no sheetrock or plaster on walls or ceiling since the failed roof had allowed rainwater to soak and ruin what once formed the interior shell of the house. Larry’s gas heat was not working since the city had detected a leak in the line and shut off his gas. He had no money to hire a plumber to fix the leak. So his family found refuge and warmth at a relative’s house. Larry remained in the home every night to keep crack addicts from invading and robbing him. In the winter, he huddled in the kitchen using the electric stove top for heat.
The contractor finished his examination. His verdict: This house needs major work just to be habitable. In Zion this house would be razed and replaced with a modest, tidy, and solid structure. But we’re not in Zion. We’re not even in the suburbs of Zion.
We scratched our heads. How do we proceed? We thought of a one-time Latter-day Saint who had experience in framing and needed work. I called him and asked if he would look at Larry’s house and see if he could make enough repairs to keep it from collapsing and keep the city from putting notices on it. I promised to pay him.
The framer not only assessed the problem but worked with a friend to repair the roof structure, pull the walls partly back, and re-roof the failed portion. Of course it cost more than expected. But I didn’t mind paying for it. We had a little money in savings. A friend of modest means heard of our project and sent me $500 to help Larry.
For a long time, Larry’s daughters camped in the living room with their clothes hung from pipes. Larry and his wife used a portion of the only serviceable bedroom. The many broken windows were at least covered with plastic and packing tape.
In the Church we talk regularly of Zion. We yearn for the promised time of peace and community. We tend to assume that Zion will be delivered by Jesus’ return. But I wonder if He is waiting for us to create Zion conditions to welcome Him.
Some would say that we are already at the outskirts of Zion. We pay fast offerings and assorted humanitarian contributions. We genuinely care. But I think that Zion requires more. More commitment. More willingness to notice the needs. More willingness to sacrifice. More patience in steady service. I fear that Zion is still far away.
In that ward in Arkansas, there were and are people with unending medical problems, burdens of the soul, persistent limitations, and limited resources.
How will we get to Zion? How will we attain one heart and one mind? How will we draw heavenly power into our families and faith communities?
I think that God is asking for more from us. The trek from the comfort of our prosperous and self-contained lives to the City of Zion requires us to cross the plains of commitment and sacrifice.
And others will he pacify, and lull them away into carnal security, that they will say: All is well in Zion; yea, Zion prospereth, all is well—and thus the devil cheateth their souls, and leadeth them away carefully down to hell. (2 Nephi 28:21)
I have learned that it’s a messy business getting closer to Zion. The journey requires us to notice the needs and take personal responsibility. Finding the right way to help is often difficult. We must coordinate with our leaders. We must draw others into helping. We must honor people’s agency and responsibility. It requires the wisdom of Solomon, the compassion of Christ, and the inspiration of heaven.
Inspiration. It is my experience that God places appropriate opportunities to serve in each of our paths. It may be as simple as speaking kind words to a stranger in line at the grocery store, as big as helping Larry restore his habitation, or as prolonged as helping a widowed neighbor for years.
Will our journey to Zion be delayed until we are willing to sacrifice our time, talents, and everything we have for each other? I think so. We can’t imagine we have arrived in our personal Zions while so many of our brothers and sisters have poor housing, broken cars, empty stomachs, toothless mouths, and aching hearts.
We should not be content to remain in a relaxed state of comfort as long as so many of our brothers and sisters suffer. God asks each of us: What are you willing to do today to build up the kingdom of God and establish Zion? Every one of us is surrounded by needs. God invites us to look after His children He has put in our paths.
Every man seeking the interest of his neighbor, and doing all things with an eye single to the glory of God. (D&C 82:19)
* Name changed to protect the privacy of the family. This article is adapted from one published previously on Meridian Magazine.