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Is God Really Just A Placebo?


Have you ever heard of the placebo effect? I have surprisingly heard many different definitions for it, even though it is something talked about by most anyone at one point or another. For the most part, however, when someone brings it up they describe it as wanting to feel something badly enough, or telling yourself something long enough, that it eventually happens. The most prominent example and use of placebo is in medicine and medical studies. Often times doctors will give a patient a placebo medication to see if they can help them without having to use the medication itself. They might give a patient a sugar pill instead of vikadin or a saline solution instead of some other medication. All in all, the placebo effect has become quite useful and quite successful as the body heals itself without the actual drug.

I have talked with a wide variety of people over the last two years, all with their own beliefs and stories. I have talked to the multi millionaires, the homeless man on the side of the street, the people in between, a man claiming to be the reincarnated James Dean, and a man that called himself “Rastamahn” who just walked around with his rasta beenie and sunglasses telling people about his visions. I have talked with Catholics, Muslims, Hindu, Buddhists, Baptists, Methodists, Wickans, Pagans, Jehovah’s Witnesses, Lutherans, Episcopalians, Rastafarians, Pastafarians, and members of almost any other religion you can think of. They all have their beliefs and I am fine with that. That is our God given right. With most religions the basics tend to be the same; a belief in a form of deity, basic morals and values, an so on. I expected this, coming on a mission. However, there is one question that was posed to me that I was not expecting and have been thinking about since my first weeks on my mission. “Is God really just a placebo?”

I was sitting in a family’s living room talking to them about their beliefs, when out of nowhere the wife asked the question, “is God really just a placebo?” I don’t really recall what my companion and I said, but it ended up turning into this battle between science and religion that got nowhere, as in all battles between science and religion. It was a great, sincere question that this woman asked and I have been fighting to find out how to word the answer ever since. I cannot promise that my answer to the question will be the answer that will change the world’s perspective; however, I pray that, at least for some, it will help.

In order to answer the question I need to set one thing straight; science and God need not fight against each other. In fact, they go hand in hand. The Lord uses science to fulfill His will; He just knows a lot more about science than we do.

So, are the feelings that we claim to be the Spirit of God really just a simple placebo effect? Are we asking to feel The Savior’s love so much that we eventually feel it because that is the way our body works? Some will say yes and will proceed to explain to you the inner workings of the mind and body. Others will say no and explain the inner workings of the spirit. I say, using the old adage, “A rose by any other name is still a rose.”

An apostle once wrote, “Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and cometh down from the Father of lights…” (James 1:17) And again, a prophet wrote, “For I say unto you that whatsoever is good cometh from God, and whatsoever is evil cometh from the devil.” (Alma 5:40). To put it into today’s terms, good comes from God. ALL good comes from God. Whether it is a thought that you should stop and help someone push their car, a feeling of peace or happiness, or any of the other countless ways you can do, feel, or think good, it is from God. Call it placebo if you want, just know that “placebo” is simply man’s explanation and term for God’s miracles.

Some may claim that the life saving cures and procedures that are used today were simply scientific breakthroughs by intelligent men and women. I have an immense amount of gratitude for the brilliant doctors, scientists, and others who help with these breakthroughs. They have saved lives of those I know and love. However, even these breakthroughs, whether or not the men and women who made them believed in God, were inspired by the One who created us all.

So, is God really just a placebo? No, my friends, He is not simply the result of the placebo effect. He is very real. I have felt the power of His hand in my life. I have felt His redeeming love. I have been lifted out of a darkness that nothing of this earth could have brought me out of. He is real. The feelings of peace, joy, love, faith, and so on as you read scripture and honestly pray to your Father in Heaven are very real. Of this I testify, and will continue to testify of until I shall see Him face to face and see Him as He is.




Ebeneezer Scrooge, The Grinch, And Elder Herrick

Christmas for most people is one of the happiest times of the year. It’s full of presents, Santa Clause, Singing, and goodies, that, I’m sure, are made completely out of sugar and food coloring. Houses are decked out with colorful lights and those giant blowup decorations, and in every window you can see a Christmas tree which, if they’re anything like my family’s trees, are decorated with a lifetime of memories, lights, and mismatched tinsel. During the Christmas season everyone is practically floating they are so happy and excited. Everyone, except for Ebeneezer Scrooge, The Grinch, and me.

I didn’t always hate Christmas. Up until I was about ten or eleven I was one of those “Tiny tots with their eyes all aglow” that found it hard to sleep on Christmas eve. After a while thought, it started to become for me what I now see it becoming for others.It was a chore. Don’t get me wrong, I still loved getting the presents and sugar; I just hated everything else. Caroling was simply singing songs that I hated to my parents friends, and freezing my face off while doing it. Buying gifts seemed like a waste of money, and, worst of all, my family would come into town and somehow someone would offend someone else, causing a four hour all out war. Not my idea of “The most wonderful time of the year.”

As time went on I started to hate Christmas more and more. It got to the point where I resented anyone who liked Christmas. I hated receiving gifts. I was “an angry elf”. Every time I would watch any of those “real meaning of Christmas” movies where they say that the real meaning is to give not receive, I would want to gag. When my family would go caroling I would hide in my room and pretend to be asleep until they left then go watch something like Star Wars or Lord of the Rings.

You see, things like getting presents and singing about a reindeer with  red noses never seemed like much fun to me. It never made sense why we celebrate a fat man who sneaks into children’s homes and gives them presents after eating their cookies and milk, no matter how jolly Old Saint Nick was. I had this mindset for quite a while. Each Christmas would ware on me until one day not so long ago.

Strangely enough it didn’t happen during the Christmas season at all. There were no “Yuletide carols being sung by a choir” or carolers singing merry Christmas wishes. In fact, I was in a class on the New Testament one day in the spring just before Easter. Fitting really. You see, my problem with Christmas, when it came down to it, was that the “reason for the season” had been lost. There was no meaning. So, the teacher of the class was talking about the final days of Jesus Christ. His suffering in the Garden of Gethsemane, His Crucifixion, and finally, the resurrection on the third day. Something hit me that day. Something very real and very powerful made me realize the meaning of this time of year.

I know it’s Christmas time now and everyone likes thinking of Christ as a babe lying in a manger, but when it comes down to what is truly important nothing compares to the Atonement of Jesus Christ. Without it His birth would have simply been a pretty cool birthday party. I know that the parties, presents, and songs about magic snowmen are fun, and I no longer hate them, but I testify that the reason for the season is, and should be, Jesus Christ. Not just His birth, but His life, sacrifice, and resurrection as well. THAT is what Christmas is about. He made it possible to be with our families, Him, and our Father in Heaven for eternity. So, have a good time. Carol, eat an enormous amount of food, and have fun doing it. Don’t be like I was, that’s definitely not what Christmas is about. Have your traditions and the stockings and the lit up trees, but when it comes to the true meaning of Christmas, it isn’t Santa, Rudolph, or presents under the tree, but Jesus The Christ, Lord and Savior. Our True, Redeeming friend.


The Weak Man In the Gym And The Nonexistent Six-Pack

Have you ever gone to the gym and seen that man who you know only comes in MAYBE twice a year? He’s benching roughly sixty pounds, grimacing and grunting while he does it. He might then go to the treadmill and do a painful three minute jog at an exhilarating twenty minute mile pace, sweat pouring down his face. Last, but not least, he goes to the dumbbells and pumps out a solid seven reps with fifteen pound weights. Thoroughly exhausted, he walks out of the gym, having been there for a grand total of thirteen minutes and thirty four seconds, including the three water breaks. You know what the crazy thing is? The next morning, that man looks in the mirror and wonders why he isn’t as “ripped” as Thor or his friend who is at the gym every day.

Yeah, that man was me. I used to think, in some twisted way, that because I “worked out” every now and then I should look like the cartoon superheroes. You know, the ones that have the muscles bulging out more than humanly possible. Well, to my disbelief, I found that twice a year won’t get you a six-pack, and neither will once a week. You know what the hardest part for me to fathom was? You can exercise EVERY DAY and not eat right and you STILL won’t get a six-pack. It blew my mind. It takes diligence, discipline, determination, and a healthy diet.

Now, this isn’t going to be Elder Herrick’s workout and exercise blog; that wouldn’t be a good idea. The point I want to make is simple: To gain the greatest reward, you must put in your greatest effort. This is true for anything. In sports we always say “Practice makes perfect.” The same can be said for musical talents or any skill or hobby. So what about when it comes to things of a more personal, spiritual nature? How does one go to the spiritual gym? I will share three o the ways I have found.

The first way of going to the spiritual gym is through prayer. To keep the analogy, I guess you could say that prayer is like talking with your personal trainer and nutritionist. However, in reality it is so much more than that. God is more than some unknowable, unreachable being who is everywhere and yet nowhere, merciful yet indifferent. THAT is not God. God is your Father. He loves you and wants to hear from you DAILY. Yes, He is all powerful, all knowing, unchanging, merciful, and just. He is all of that and more, and yet, He wants nothing more than to hear from His child, namely, you. When you pray it is like a child going to his or her father and asking for help on his or her homework. He stands ready to bless us, if only we ask. Just like any parent though, He wants to hear from us more than when we are just in a time of need. What better way to get a spiritual six-pack than by prayer?

The second way of going to the spiritual gym is by reading the scriptures. I have always been told, “If you want to talk with God, say your prayers. If you want God to talk to you, read your scriptures.” Reading the scriptures can be compared to studying the exercise and nutrition plan given to you by your trainer. The scriptures are not just here to tell you what to do or what not to do. They are here to show us how to reach our fullest potential.

I had a personal trainer for about two weeks. I thought he was trying to KILL me. What he was really doing was trying to show me HOW to kill my lazy personality and reach my potential. It’s the very same thing with the scriptures. No, it’s not easy; neither is getting ripped.

The third way of going to the spiritual gym is just that, going and doing it. Talking with your trainer and studying the workout plan are fine and dandy but how long and how much will your trainer help you if you don’t actually go exercise? Here’s the thing, Heavenly Father will always love His children. However, that doesn’t mean they will always have His trust. Building that trust is like building your spiritual muscles. Simply put, we build His trust as we DO what He asks of us, whether that be repenting, going to church, helping those in need, or simply being a good example of a Christlike life. In short, we gain our Father’s trust as we become more and more like our Savior, Jesus Christ.

I know that no matter who we are or what our past may be, as we do these three things daily; pray to our loving Father in Heaven, Read the scriptures, and strive to do our best to become like His Son, we can build that spiritual six-pack and we will eventually be able to stand confident at the judgement bar of Christ. This I know and leave with you in the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.