Questions to ruminate over
Have you cut your hay where you had no right to or turned your animals into another person’s grain or field, without his knowledge or consent?
Have you branded an animal that you did not know to be your own?
Do you wash your body and have your family do so as often as health and cleanliness require and circumstances will permit?
During the Mormon Reformation era of 1856-57, church leaders devised a catechism of questions asked of apostles, bishops, missionaries and regular church members to discover areas of personal attitudes and behavior that could use improvement. These were among the questions asked. These soul-searching questions and others designed to measure spiritual and behavioral commitment to the church had an influence on our contemporary temple recommend interviews.
I renewed my temple recommend this past week, and the experience caused me some useful introspection. Continue reading
Today’s UP CLOSE piece is by Emily Falke. Emily lives near Austin, Texas with her fantastic little family consisting of her husband, her daughter, and their really big dog. She relishes the sweet busyness of home life, and she quilts and tutors in her spare time. She blogs at www.memoirsofmotherhood.wordpress.com.
Two little blue lines on a little white stick. Just two little lines, and one little stick, but with far-reaching consequences.
There was the beginning. Is it the right time for us to try? Could we handle it if I got pregnant right away? The answer came: “Can you ever handle it?” Continue reading
You know how you can pinpoint the exact place and time you were when you learned about the events on September 11th? Certain days become frozen in time; indelible impressions that mark a change. On 9-11 I was leaving to shop for a washing machine. My in-laws were visiting. My mother-in-law was upstairs ironing. There aren’t many events in life that leave impressions as unforgettable as this one was for me. There comes the realization that something horrible is happening—that forms the lump in your throat; the pit in your stomach: The thing that rocks your boat.
In my old filing cabinet next to the piano, there is a folder marked “spiritual insights” with articles and quotes that, at some point in my life, sparked something within me. Lately I’ve needed some spiritual sparks—the shape of my testimony worn down by mundane daily-ness and taken for granted for too long—so I’ve turned to this folder to see if anything still hits a chord or can provide some New Year’s motivation.
Halfway through there is a paper (handwritten!) that I wrote as a 17-year-old college freshman for an honors religion class. We were asked to write weekly thought papers responding to the scriptural reading assignments. Mine tended toward the confessional, ardently admitting my failings and doubts on a variety of subjects. I enjoyed taking my testimony out and poking and prodding it like a specimen on a table in front of me. Keep in mind that every weekly paper included some variation on this theme: Continue reading
Today, after much thoughtful consideration, I am going to come out of the closet. I am very seriously perplexed about homosexuality.
Not that I don’t see how a woman could love a woman, or a man love a man. Rather, why I shouldn’t be happy for them. I am caught between how I should feel, and how I naturally feel (though I always cringe to use the word natural in a gospel-centered discussion on account of our much-applied phrase “natural man.”) I understand that marriage should be between a man and a woman. Fine. No problem with me there, however, what about love? The care, happiness and progression that occurs when you are deeply committed to another being is among this world’s (and perhaps the next one to come) greatest experiences.
I support our church leaders when it comes to the sacredness of the family. I need help understanding why these types of human relations impact my family. How to come to terms with the homosexual person versus the homosexual threat.
Perhaps I could relate to her my lesbian-friend sprinkled past.