The following is a comment I made on the Mormon Matters thread about whether the church should or should not teach the things it has so far not taught openly to the members. Continue reading “Inoculating the Saints”
Sunday morning I walk through the chapel doors, greeted by Brother Jones who hands me a program. I find my usual pew and sit with my children and my dad who’s visiting. We hear a beautiful prelude hymn, â€œO My Fatherâ€ being played by the organist. I open my Book of Mormon to prepare for my lesson and read through the story of Alma and the sons of Mosiah. My daughter asks me who I’m reading about, and then she asks who my favorite women in the Book of Mormon are. I struggle to think of any, but I assure her there must be some. The meeting begins, and I listen intently to the words of the opening prayer, â€œOur dear Father in Heavenâ€¦â€ ending with â€œin the name of Jesus Christ, amen.â€ The bishopâ€™s first counselor, Brother Smith, stands and conducts the meeting, announcing the individuals who accepted new callings by the bishop. He announces the presence of our High Councilman, who gets up and reads a message from the men of the Stake Presidency.
We sing the hymn, â€œPraise to the Manâ€ after which the bishop stands and invites 16 year old Chad Duncan to the podium, to announce that he has interviewed Chad and found him worthy to be ordained to the office of a Priest in the Aaronic Priesthood. Big smiles and handshakes ensue. Chad’s twin sister sits in front of me with her mother, watching her brother be congratulated for his achievement. Continue reading “Sunday Thoughts”
Iâ€™m leaving you.
I know this may be a shocking statement, especially considering the relationship weâ€™ve had all these years. But Iâ€™ll say it again, to make certain you hear me: Iâ€™m leaving you. Continue reading “Dear Mr. Church”
I couldn’t believe I was finally old enough to attend my first church dance! I had waited months for this! I’d turned twelve in May, and the first dance after that happened to be a stake Halloween dance. I decided I’d go as a gypsy that year. My mom helped me to apply dark skin makeup, eyeshadow, and fake eyelashes. She loaned me long necklaces and bracelets and a colorful skirt that was perfect for my costume. I put on a scoop-necked white peasant blouse, and a black wig…
But when I stood in the mirror, something wasn’t quite right. It wasn’t that I was too blonde or fair to be a gypsy; we’d already fixed that with the dark makeup and wig. We stood there looking at me, when suddenly Mom snapped her fingers and left the room fast.
Soon she returned with one of her bras in hand. “Mo-oooom! No. Way. NO. I am NOT wearing that thing! It’s HUGE!” Continue reading “May I have this dance?”
God sits in his private chambers, writing in his journal. He hears a sound and looks up to see his First Wife, Eloher, entering the room.
“Darling! Good morning. I trust you slept well?”
Her answer is a dark look in his direction as she sails past him with nose high and shoulders stiff. Continue reading “Why we REALLY don’t hear about our Heavenly Mother”
Well, tomorrow marks another milestone for me at work: My 7 year anniversary of working here. Seven glorious years working alone in an office, doing books and lovin’ it. Or something like that.
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FLASHBACK of Two Years Ago, filmed in black & white… Continue reading “Film Noir SML…or When Tithing Hurts“
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