Today’s guest post is by Todd Smithson.

We often imagine revelation as a telegram from heaven—new coordinates, new rules, new certainties delivered to the deserving. But the word itself whispers another story. Revelare: to lift the veil. To uncover what has been there all along.

Revelation is not new information but new sight. It does not add; it removes. It peels away the blindness we mistake for light, the assumptions we’ve polished into idols. When the veil falls, the world looks at once ancient and new, and we realize that God had not been silent—we had been deaf.

To receive revelation, then, is to repent—not in the shameful sense of groveling, but in the liberating sense of turning, of yielding to what is true. Repentance is the humility that lets the veil drop; revelation is what we see when it does.

The implications of seeing repentance as a form of revelation are profound. It means that redemption’s light does not descend from above but rises from within, illuminating even the places we have tried to hide. Our shadows are not disqualified; they become the canvas upon which light reveals itself. In this way, darkness is not banished but transformed—the very soil from which new sight grows. When we allow revelation to touch our shame, even our failures become translucent with grace.

In a post-Enlightenment world dominated by intellectual thought, revelation often finds itself trapped in the mind alone—reduced to information, argument, or belief. But revelation was never meant to live only in ideas. As John wrote, the Word became flesh. The larger truth is not heavenly data descending from on high, but divinity taking form in the ordinary, the human, the here and now. The Christ is being revealed in each of us as an embodied reality—truth made visible in love, compassion, and the willingness to see anew.

Even Moroni’s final plea—to ask God, with real intent, and that by the power of the Holy Ghost ye may know the truth of all things—has often been misunderstood. It has become, for many, a mechanism of confirmation rather than revelation. The difference is subtle but essential: one manipulates the subjective as proof of the objective, while the other opens the heart to encounter. Moroni’s invitation was never meant to explain divinity but to meetit—to enter into relationship, not validation. Revelation is not a test we pass but a Presence we yield to.

This is the pattern repeated throughout scripture—in stories like Enos and Alma the Younger, each reimagining God, transforming their idea of a deity who demands blood into the realization of a God who trusts love. Revelation begins as a disruption in the mind, a turning of thought, but it does not end there. That same grace moves inward until it blossoms in the heart and body. This is what it means to be alive in Christ: to awaken from the old imagination of fear into the living reality of love.

We often think sin makes us unacceptable to God, while God sees sin as the way to make himself acceptable to us. As the saying goes, absence makes the heart grow fonder—so does separation from God provide the fertile ground for our deepest longing. It is through trial and error that trust expands, through failure that love becomes more than theory. Perfection, if it were possible, would cast a diabolical shadow: the suspicion that God’s goodness might be self-serving, that his truth might be for his own honor rather than our healing. But imperfection keeps us honest; it keeps us reaching. The gap itself becomes grace.

When we as Latter-day Saints speak of Christ—particularly of the “doctrine of Christ”—we often use the word as though it were simply Jesus’s last name. Yet in Nephi’s language, Christdescribes something larger: the universal pattern of transformation revealed through Jesus but not confined to him. It is the movement from blindness to sight, from death to life, from self to love. Jesus embodied the Christ, showing us what it looks like when divinity and humanity meet without remainder. To take upon ourselves the name of Christ, then, is not merely to claim belief in him but to participate in that same pattern of unveiling—to let revelation become flesh in us.

Those who demand revelation as proof of their righteousness will miss it, because revelation undoes righteousness as we imagine it. It finds us not in the throne room of certainty but in the quiet ruin of our own knowing. There, in that naked place, the light does not arrive—it is uncovered.

I have ended many days looking back and realizing that, though I was awake, my hours resembled something closer to the walking dead. Perhaps the truest revelation is found where we least think to look. While we wait for the seas to part and mark the path ahead, we miss the gentle Spirit whispering the truth of where we have already walked.

The enemy of revelation, then, is pride—the need to be right. Nothing dams the possibility of seeing faster than the conviction that one already sees.

Revelation does not crown our certainty; it dismantles it. It invites us to see again—each moment, each face, each failure—as if for the first time. And perhaps this is all repentance ever was: not the fear of being wrong, but the courage to see.

  • Rethinking Revelation: If revelation is less about receiving new information and more about removing the veil—seeing what has always been true—how might that reframe the way we understand historical “revelations” such as the 1978 priesthood revelation? Was it God changing His will, or humanity finally seeing more clearly what had been true all along?
  • Repentance as Sight: If repentance is the humility to see differently rather than the shame of being wrong, how might this shift the way we experience personal and communal change? What practices help us cultivate this kind of seeing?
  • The Risk of Certainty: In a culture that prizes doctrinal clarity and prophetic authority, how can we hold space for revelation that unsettles rather than confirms what we already believe? What might humility look like in our approach to ongoing revelation?

Discuss.