Lajos Vajda, Two Faces
A few years ago I stumbled across an essay by Ted Gup “In Praise of the Wobblies,” which I love. In it, Gup talks about his struggles as a young journalist in a field where so many of his colleagues had a clear opinion and he often found himself wavering, compelled by strong arguments on multiple sides of any given issue. But with experience, he began to see that his position was a productive one. He writes:
I preferred to listen rather than to speak; to inquire, not crusade. As a noncombatant, I was welcomed at the tables of even bitterly divided foes. I came to recognize that I had my own compass and my own convictions and if, at times, they took me in circles, at least they expanded outward. . . . An editor and mentor at the Post once told me I was “Wobbly.” I asked who else was in that category and drew comfort from its quirky ranks. They were good people all — open-minded, inquisitive, and yes, confused. . . . But in periods of crisis, when passions are high and certainty runs rabid, it’s good to have a few of us on hand. In such times, I believe it falls to us Wobblies to try and hold the shrinking common ground.
In the wake of the rampant social media attention to the disciplinary councils for Kate Kelly and John Dehlin, I find myself thinking more and more about Gup’s position. Continue reading
The newly released anthology of stories about sister missionaries, Do Not Attempt in Heels, is a book I dearly wish had been available when I was a sister missionary many moons ago. Though I was a third-generation sister missionary (both my mother and her mother served missions), there were still plenty of things I did not know about missionary work, including how hard and how wonderful it could be simultaneously. With the recent upsurge in the number of sister missionaries, this book aims to fill a much needed gap in the literature written for and about sister missionaries.
I knew going into my reading that the book, compiled by Elise Babbel Hahl and Jennifer Rockwood Knight, would be a good one. I had the privilege of working with Elise on another compilation, and I knew she was an insightful and careful editor. But I was still caught off guard by how moved I was by the stories shared. Continue reading
Woman begging, by Tomas Castelazo
The man who sidled into the back of the rented Hungarian chapel was unprepossessing, at best. He was slightly built and dark-haired, wearing a cheap, white button-down shirt and nondescript pants. Certainly, there was nothing in his appearance to explain why the elders straightened to attention, why my companion and I exchanged knowing glances. The members had noticed his arrival, too. A slight rustle and murmuring swept through the small congregation.
The elders had brought an investigator with them that Sunday. I wondered what the young man would make of the newcomer’s inevitable testimony about the truth of the Book of Mormon and Joseph Smith’s calling—and the apostasy of every prophet since. Continue reading
As a missionary in Hungary in the late 1990s, my companions and I were often asked, “Why do I need to attend church? I believe in God, I worship him in my heart–why isn’t that enough?”
Of course, we trotted out answers, including Moroni 6:5-6, about early church members meeting together to fast and pray for the welfare of others, or the need to meet together to renew our covenants through the sacrament. But mostly these ideas seemed nebulous to these would-be investigators and rarely satisfied them.
This question–why do we need to attend church?–has stayed with me in the years since coming home, especially on days (like yesterday) when I spend half of sacrament meeting in the hallways following my toddler and only intermittently catching the drift of the talks.
But this past weekend I had an opportunity that has clarified some of these reason for me. I attended the LDStorymakers conference, and I came away energized and inspired to dive into my writing. (Too bad I have finals to grade first). As I’ve reflected on my conference experience, I realized there are lots of parallels between what happens at a writing conference and what (ideally) happens when we attend church. Continue reading
Like the young adult speculative category, the adult speculative category this year leans toward dystopian and futuristic worlds. In fact, Amber Argyle’s Winter Queen is the only true fantasy candidate of the ten finalists in the two speculative categories. Two of the other finalists, C. J. Hill’s Echo in Time (Hill is also a finalist for YA speculative) and Stephanie Black’s The Witnesses, are set in futuristic worlds, though Black’s is more overtly dystopian. The remaining two finalists, Heather B. Moore’s The Heart of the Ocean and Jeffrey Savage’s Dark Memories, are both ghost stories, though their similarities end with that–Moore’s book is fairly romantic, and Savage’s book (which kept me up way past my bedtime) is horror, unusual for a Covenant published book. This is the first Whitney finalist nomination for Argyle, but the others are all familiar names in the Whitney circles.
Amber Argyle, Winter Queen
There’s a lot to like about Argyle’s Winter Queen, starting with this gorgeous cover. I also enjoyed the strong heroine, Ilyenna, who leads the women of her clan and has a confidence most seventeen-year-olds would envy. But when Ilyenna’s clan is ruthlessly attacked and she and a friend are forced to defend themselves against their attackers, Ilyenna finds herself on the brink of death. The winter fairies bring her back to life, but for a price: they want her to be their queen, but to do so would mean abandoning her family and her humanity. Ilyenna refuses, and in consequence finds herself enslaved by the conquering tribe. As she struggles to keep the remnants of her clan together, she finds herself reconsidering the fairies’ offer. Continue reading