About—Do Greater Works

Pointing to the Inn of Christ — where the wounded are bound up and the lifted learn to lift.

Letters from one laborer to fellow laborers: Waking to the call you've already received.

Who This Is For

These letters are written to two readers.

The first is the weary traveler — the one who has been wounded along the road and is looking for a hand to bind the cut, a shoulder to lean on, an Inn where healing is possible.

The second is the modern Amulek — with Scrooge-like tendencies — the good and honorable man or woman who has been called many times and did not hear, not out of rebellion, but because success numbed the call. If you have been bought off at the low price of success — with moneys, family, and friends — you may be missing the Mark of receiving all that the Father has, like creating worlds without number.

Meaning: you may be stuck in the finite, when you have access to the infinite atonement to become like God. You are the one who knows there is more than the ledger you have been keeping — and who is beginning to sense that the more is a work of lifting others toward the Inn.

If you are either of these, you are welcome here.

Peace is not postponed for calmer seas or solved answers. It is practiced in the storm, received through obedience, and the Lord fights your battles as you share your talents with the world.

What These Letters Are

These letters are meant to feel like correspondence, not content.

They are written to one reader at a time — not to condemn, nor accuse, nor find fault — but to walk alongside, quietly, and to serve in lifting others as I have been lifted.

Often, they will point — gently — toward the Friend I have chosen to walk with, who has met me in affliction and, like the Good Samaritan, lifted me from low places and is moving me through the 4Hs: from the heart (where God is invited to reign as I am perfected in Christ), into the home (where the teachings of Christ are embodied), out to the housetops (where the panacea to life's ills is shared), and finally into the harvest (where Zion is built) — reordering my priorities, consecrating my performance, and increasing my capacity for peace.

This is not a program. It is not self-improvement. It is not theory.

It is a lived path of discipleship — where engaging in His work reveals weakness, and where continuing to walk with Him makes room to partake of His character, perfections, and attributes — preparing us to receive all that the Father has.

Without that preparation, the inheritance would undo us. Like the woman in Indiana Jones who demanded all the knowledge and power, naively certain she could handle it — and was destroyed the moment it was given. What we cannot yet carry, the Lord in His mercy withholds. Christ's work in us is the very preparation that makes us ready to hold what He longs to give.

The Commission

The name of this work comes from Christ's own promise in John 14:12:

He that believeth on me, the works that I do shall he do also; and greater works than these shall he do.

Not might. Shall.

For thirty years I have studied one question: how does a man become like God? The children of this world have circled it with extraordinary brilliance — and they taught the form of godliness. The laws of success. The architecture of character.

But the form is not the power.

The restored gospel of Jesus Christ completes what the world's teachers began. It lifts the form of godliness into the power of godliness. It takes a good and honorable man or woman of the earth and opens the door to the divine nature — not someday, but now.

That is the work these letters are written to serve.

Not to make more millionaires. Not to produce better networkers or more productive entrepreneurs.

To free my brothers and sisters from the tyranny of selfishness — and to witness that every soul who yields to the reign of God within becomes a conduit of greater works: a Samaritan who binds the wounded and points them to the Inn of Christ.

A Lived Practice

At the heart of this work is a lived commitment:

Taking on Christ's yoke daily. Engaging in His work. Partaking of His character, perfections, and attributes. Growing into all the Father has.

These are not slogans. They are bearings.

Each letter is written from within that posture — sometimes steady, sometimes searching — seeking to notice what steadies the soul when certainty is unavailable and the storm has not yet passed.

This is faith lived in real time, not hindsight.

This is more than willpower or rule-keeping — more than the form of godliness. It is covenantal obedience that binds the Lord, where Christ's grace consecrates effort and lifts a person to become more than they could ever be on their own.

In this way, discipleship is not merely believing or behaving, but receiving and exercising the powers of heaven — the power of godliness itself — rather than only its outward form.

It is like this.

For centuries the greatest minds of the age spent their lifetimes chasing alchemy. The dream was simple and intoxicating: take the base metal of common earth, expose it to the right fire, the right process, the right hidden formula — and transmute it into gold. Generations labored. None succeeded. The formula was always missing something.

But they were not wrong about the principle. They were only wrong about the medium.

The true furnace is the yoke of Christ. Take the precious metals of your life — the talents, the discipline, the hard-won character forged in your own fire — and yield them into that yoke with the same effort that earned them. What comes out is not merely refined metal. It is a crowned jewel: the knowledge of how to handle and exercise the powers of heaven without being undone by them.

And something stranger still happens inside the yoke. The thing you called the natural man — what you had long carried as an enemy — is not destroyed. He is transmuted. Lead becomes gold. Enemy becomes servant. The flesh you once fought becomes the friend of Christ, carrying the divine work forward.

The physicists saw a shadow of it too. They observed particles making quantum leaps — arriving at new states of being without any apparent additional effort, as though the leap itself were given rather than earned.

This is the mystery that baffled the alchemists and the physicists and the world. They saw the transmutation. They named the quantum leap. But they could not find the missing ingredient.

The missing ingredient is the infinite atonement of Jesus Christ.

Yield your weaknesses into His yoke, and He does not merely refine them. He transmutes them into strengths. That is the quiet alchemy of discipleship. It is not earned by extra labor. It is received by yielded faith. And it is the only formula that has ever actually worked.

The Conduit

The light in me is not a reflection, nor an Imitation of Christ — it is emulation. Not as though I owned the Source. I do not. I am a branch; He is the vine. What passes through me comes from Him, and when a life is plugged into the Source, the light cannot be hidden any longer.

As electricity flows only where there is alignment, so the power of God flows through a life ordered to His teachings. When a person aligns with Him, they become a conduit of that light — not its origin, but its passage.

For the kingdom of God comes by observation in both senses — the eye that sees His works, and the life that observes to do them. It is not admired from a distance; it is received within. The reign of God is within you. And where His reign is received, power is not merely admired — it is exercised.

Without the Source you can do nothing but finite works; but when His life governs yours, all things become possible — including greater works that stand the tests of time. Not by self-assertion alone — the finite skyscrapers, the wonders of the world akin to the Tower of Babel — but by empowered consecration to engage in the Lord's business.

This is not boasting. It is witness. And if it is called boasting, it is not in me, but in my God — who works to bring about your becoming, and your receiving all that He has.

This is not self-made strength, but everlasting power — received, inhabited, and lived from within. It is the living fire of the covenant: not a spark borrowed for a moment, but a flame kindled by God Himself, carried forward through obedience, and shared to lift others as we have been lifted.

May these letters serve, at times, as a Samaritan along the road — binding up what has been cut, and pointing toward the Inn of Christ, where the true healing is done — so that each may continue the road, better able to do likewise for others in turn.

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Each week, a letter is delivered — recorded in my own voice as video and paired with the written text — the week's study notes gathered into one thread. Between letters, daily study notes — the fruit of each morning's deep work, drawn together into one post — are published to the site for those who want to walk alongside the work as it unfolds.

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The Invitation

I will not tiptoe here. God's ways are higher. His words lift — and shall be fulfilled. Why not embrace them and start receiving all that He has? These letters are written to enlarge faith, strengthen obedience, and invite you to engage — daily — in the Lord's business.

This is not a challenge. It is not a duel to see who is correct. It is an invitation — born from the furnace of affliction, forged in the living of the doctrine of Christ.

If you are looking for something fast, loud, or demanding, this may not be for you.

But if you are learning to yield to the will of the Lord, because you want to — and you are looking to tap into the well of everlasting waters that give you the power to walk in His ways by accessing His thoughts — you are welcome here.

Real power is not demanded. It is received, practiced, and shared.

A note before you read further.

What you find here may well be words of life — when lived. Left on the page, they are only ink on a dead piece of a tree. To read without doing is to live a lie — claiming a knowledge you are not yet living the doctrine to receive as a blessing. In the doing comes the knowing. That is the difference between a hearer and a doer, between a bookworm and a disciple.

There is no earning in this. You are not a dog performing a trick for a biscuit. You are a son or daughter being prepared for stewardship. Obedience does not earn — it binds the Lord to bless you, and brings you into alignment with the law by which every blessing flows.

Picture a colt becoming a horse. A caterpillar becoming what it becomes. A kitten becoming a cat. A boy becoming a man. And you — a child of God — becoming... ?

The line finishes itself, if you let it.

The Lord did not reveal this to me in a voice from the sky. He gave me my own boyhood back: the pasture, the barn, the growing I had already watched with my own eyes. And only then did the sentence land — that He has created worlds without number, and that the pattern I had seen all my life was His pattern for me.

As God is, I may become.

This is not boasting. It is the doctrine. And the mathematics is exact. The output is given — to become like Him, to create without end. So what is the input?

Come unto Christ. Deny yourselves of all ungodliness. Love God with all your might, mind, and strength. Then His grace is sufficient. By His grace you are perfected in Christ. Perfected, you can in nowise deny the power of God. Denying not His power, you are sanctified — made holy, without spot. Holy without spot, you are prepared for resurrection — and it is there the circuit is sealed, and there that you become like the Man of Holiness, the Man of Counsel.

And here is what I missed with my first book. I thought the writing of it was the door to easy street. It was not. It was only the door. A door means nothing if you stop walking through it. More than one writer has received the highest honors the world can give, and then laid down his pen forever. The moment the soul says "I have arrived" or "I have given enough," that which was given begins to be taken away.

The doctrine calls us to a different hunger. Not to dabble. Not to sample. To hunger and thirst after righteousness — not merely to be filled, but to be filled with the Holy Ghost. To comprehend all things. To know the truth of all things. To have all things brought to remembrance at the moment they are needed.

This is not incidental. It is the promise the Lord makes to those He calls friends. And friends do His work.

Emerson caught a glimpse of this and called it "genius." You and I know it is something more. It is a son or daughter yielding to the Spirit that brings ink to life, performance to consecration, effort to harvest. It is the covenantal truth Emerson did name plainly: do the thing, and the power will come to do the thing. The Amulek waits to be worthy before acting. The disciple acts in yielded faith, and finds the power arriving as the step is taken.

And the path is not walked alone. Elohim is plural. It has always been plural. Father and Mother. Not good for man to be alone — not because of loneliness, but because exaltation itself is not a solitary estate. It takes a matriarch to have a patriarch. The man cleaves to his helpmeet, and the two are made one — and only together, in that yoked becoming, is the title Elohim rightly worn.

Even the Master taught this way in mortality. When others praised Him, He answered: "there is none good but the Father; I do that which I have seen Him do." Be ye therefore perfect, even as your Father is perfect. That was the Son in progress — yielded, pointing beyond Himself, modeling what He asked of us.

But the Resurrected Christ speaks differently. In 3 Nephi 27, He declares the doctrine plainly: "I came into the world to do the will of my Father." And then: "what manner of men ought ye to be? Verily I say unto you, even as I am." The circuit is sealed at resurrection — first in Him, who unlocked the keys of death, and then in every son and daughter who walks the path He opened. Until then, we are children — seeking counsel from the Man of Counsel, who has been there and done that. Children in our infancy, and rightly so. He is not finished with us.

So learn by the Spirit. He will both show and tell you all things which you should do, to prepare you to meet the Savior and to have His abode with you from time to time. Exercise your faith to live what you are taught. Serve your fellow travelers — free with your substance, not of moneys only, but of talents, gifts, time, energy, love, sacrifice, and faith. For when we are in the service of others in this way, we glorify the Father, and we participate in His own work: to give us all that He has.

My words are meant only to prime the pump. Your doing is what completes the circuit. And when both writer and reader yield to the Spirit's instruction, both are edified, and rejoice together.

Written as a letter, from one traveler to another, pointing — again and again — to the faithful Friend who is the Author and Finisher of my faith.

Come to the Inn. Read. Receive. Practice.

Go. Do His work.

Kent E. Nielsen
Friend of Christ. Husband. Father.
Housetops Zion Builders LLC · dba Do Greater Works
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These letters and study notes are forged in daily deep work — with the scriptures, the best books, and the Spirit as my companions. AI assists in weaving and clarifying text, and in generating illustrative imagery, under my direction. The voice, the witness, the covenant — those are mine.