"Testes vs. Estes"

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In the land of judging people, a land way up and high,

Lived the Estes and the Testes beneath the same bright sky.

Estes were the ladies with hearts so big and wide,

Testes were the fellows with strength upon on their side.

When the Estes look at Testes - oh my, what do they see?

They spot the rugged edges and think "what an ass is he."

A little bit more gentle and more caring would be nice,

Warm his hardened outer shell to melt away that ice.

The Estes feel so deeply, with an oxytocin glow,

They see every tear-drop and feel deeply every woe.

If a Teste acts all bossy or charges right on through,

The Estes cry, "He's callous, and he seems hurtful too!"

But in Testes judging Testes in their rowdy like parade,

"How strong are you my fellow, did you win or did you fade?"

With status going up for those direct and bold and brave,

The tough, the strong, the manly men will be the king of cave.

Aggression? Not a problem, it's all part of the game,

Where strength and status that's what counts, and winning is no shame.

Testes judging Testes - cool heads, not watery eyes,

Well reasoned and assessed, with all the other guys.

Now Testes eyeing Estes, I'll let you have a guess,

They grumble and they mumble, too soft, too much a mess.

They're teary and they're tricky, too round-about their way,

Just make a damned decision, then continue with your day.

Where Testes see the drama, The Estes, they see care,

"I can't believe they think like that, I'm pulling out my hair.

Too sensitive, too slow, Always feeling in the air!

Testosterone it whispers, "fix it - don't just sit and stare."

But Estes judging Estes - Now there's a sight to see!

At first they form a bond that's tight, as tight as tight can be.

But betrayals cut them deeply, like knives into the heart,

"No mercy for my sister, I'll tear that bond apart!"

They notice every nuance, every slight and every shrug,

"Why didn't you support me! You treat me like a thug."

"It's not your love I'm feeling, it's your judgments and they sting,

Why can't you be like Testes and shrug off these silly things?"

The Estes and the Testes, they walk a different maze,

Each sees the world we live in in completely different ways.

One lens cares for feelings, connections and for grace,

The other cares for systems and for winning in the race.

So in this land of judging, we all should take a peek,

Through each others goggles, to learn just how to speak.

Then when we see clearly, through our different focused lens,

It's then we'll look at others, and know we could be friends.

Yet high above the clamor, with eyes of tender flame,

Jesus watches each of us and calls us each by name.

"Step across the gap my child, speak truth in humble tone,

And find in every difference the seeds of love I've sown."

"Bear each other gently -- let My peace be richly given,

Love your neighbor as yourself and share your bit of heaven.

In Me there is no 'other'—I've bridged the great divide,

Help your fellow traveler to walk back to my side."

So let us heed His whisper, let judging voices cease,

And bridge the maze together in the bond of perfect peace.

Signed

John The-Not-So-Beloved

The Humpty Dumpty Effect: When All the King's Men Fail, but the Savior Succeeds

The Humpty Dumpty Effect: When All the King's Men Fail, but the Savior Succeeds

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,  

Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.  

All the king's horses and all the king's men 

Couldn't put Humpty together again.

We know the rhyme, but let's imagine the backstory through the eyes of Mr. and Mrs. Dumpty—devoted parents who poured their hearts into raising their son right. From the time he was small, they taught him the truths they held dear: to pray, to walk humbly, to love others, to avoid the slippery paths of pride, anger, deceit, and sin. They warned him of high walls built on shaky foundations—walls of self-reliance, worldly ambition, or rebellion against what is good. "Stay low, stay close to the ground of truth," they might have pleaded. "The view from up there isn't worth the risk."

Yet Humpty chose the wall anyway. Perhaps it started small: a little compromise here, a flirtation with darkness there, until wickedness took root. The very things his parents tried to shield him from—arrogance, addiction, bitterness, or outright rebellion—pulled him higher and higher until the inevitable tumble came. Shattered on the ground, pieces scattered, irreparable by human hands.

Mr. and Mrs. Dumpty would have stood there, hearts broken, tears flowing. "We taught him better," they might whisper through sobs. "We showed him the way, we loved him fiercely, we prayed over him every night. Why didn't he listen? How did our boy end up like this?" Their grief would mix sorrow with a quiet guilt—not that they failed as parents, but that love alone couldn't force obedience. The "Humpty Dumpty Effect" is that painful reality: even the best parenting, the strongest warnings, and the world's finest repairs (the king's horses and men) can't mend what sin and poor choices have shattered when the individual turns away from light.

But the story doesn't end in ruins.

There is One who sees the scattered pieces—not as hopeless wreckage, but as a soul worth redeeming. Jesus Christ, the Great Restorer, doesn't merely attempt to reassemble what was; He makes all things new. He understands the fall because He descended below all things, taking upon Himself every pain, every consequence of wickedness, every parental heartbreak.

As Isaiah prophesied in the Bible: "He was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed" (Isaiah 19:2 RE). Christ doesn't stand distant like the king's men; He kneels in the dust with the broken, binding up the contrite heart (Psalm 34:4 RE: "The Lord is near unto them that are of a broken heart; and saves such as be of a contrite spirit").

In the Book of Mormon, the prophet Alma teaches of this merciful power: "He'll live among mankind suffering pains and afflictions and temptations of every kind... so that He can know from experience in the flesh how to assist His people to accept and overcome their infirmities" (Alma 5:3 CE). Christ knows the ache of wayward children because He feels the full weight of every fall. He invites the prodigal, the shattered, the one who ignored wise counsel: "Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy loaded, and I will give you rest" (Matthew 6:8 RE).

And to parents like Mr. and Mrs. Dumpty—those who have done all they could yet watch a loved one fall—He offers solace too. In 3 Nephi, the resurrected Savior comforts grieving parents and a broken people: "My arm of mercy is reaching for you. Anyone who comes to Me, I'll receive them; those who come to me will be blessed." (3 Nephi 4:7 CE). No fall is beyond His reach. No wickedness too deep for His Atonement to overcome through sincere repentance.

The Humpty Dumpty Effect reminds us that human efforts often fall short, and parental love, while powerful, cannot override agency. But Christ's love can. He doesn't just put the pieces back together—He heals the cracks, strengthens the shell, and lifts us to safer ground. For Humpty, for the wayward child, for the grieving parents: there is restoration in Him.

If you've felt the sting of the Humpty Dumpty Effect—in your own life or in someone you love—turn to the Savior. He specializes in miracles no king's men could perform.

Signed

John The-Not-So-Beloved