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On Patriotism and Mistakes


In one of my classes the other day, a professor shared a quote that sparked an idea.  Orson Hyde spoke on July 4, 1854 in the SLC Tabernacle on patriotism, liberty, the Declaration of Independence and more. While speaking of the American Revolution, Orson said,
In those early and perilous times, our men were few, and our resources limited. Poverty was among the most potent enemies we had to encounter; yet our arms were successful; and it may not be amiss to ask here, by whose power victory so often perched on our banner? It was by the agency of that same angel of God that appeared unto Joseph Smith, and revealed to him the history of the early inhabitants of this country . . . This same angel presides over the destinies of America, and feels a lively interest in all our doings. He was in the camp of Washington; and, by an invisible hand, led on our fathers to conquest and victory; and all this to open and prepare the way for the Church and kingdom of God to be established on the western hemisphere, for the redemption of Israel and the salvation of the world. This same angel was with Columbus, and gave him deep impressions, by dreams and by visions, respecting this New World. Trammelled by poverty and by an unpopular cause, yet his persevering and unyielding heart would not allow an obstacle in his way too great for him to overcome; and the angel of God helped him—was with him on the stormy deep, calmed the troubled elements, and guided his frail vessel to the desired haven. Under the guardianship of this same angel, or Prince of America, have the United States grown, increased, and flourished, like the sturdy oak by the rivers of water. (*Orson Hyde, “Celebration of the Fourth of July,” JD 6:368).

Now, I'm not the most patriotic person in the world (*cough cough* understatement), but I think that's pretty cool.

But also...

It got me thinking about our lives - my life in particular.  You see, the history books have all been printed concerning Christopher Columbus and, as far as my (limited) knowledge is concerned, historians have come to agree that his stumbling upon the North American continent is one of the greatest mistakes of modern history.  He set out for the East Indies; he came upon not the East Indies.  Seems pretty clear that he made some errors.

...Or does it?

This quote got me thinking about the nature of mistakes.  Perhaps they are mistakes, or follies, only in our human eyes, for it seems clearly evident in the quote above that Orson Hyde (and by synecdoche, the early Church leadership) believed that there was no such mistake made.  He states quite plainly that our silly Columbus was guided purposefully to arrive where he did not intend to go.  And this, this!, is the point!

When in our lives do we think that we have made huge errors in judgment?  ...That we intended to go one way, to fulfill the carefully schemed tenets of our best laid plans, and ended up somewhere entirely other, feeling ashamed and foolish and wringing our hands in despair.  Do we, I wonder, arrest our pain and think that, perhaps, we have been led by an invisible hand, as Elder Hyde mentions above?  Do we pause to essay to see with spiritual eyes the significance of veering off our humanly-conceived course?


I wonder:  do we miss the Americas in our lives, looking desperately around us for our East Indies?
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The Savior as a Role Model for Men and Women

Every once in awhile, I find a gem in The Ensign, the monthly magazine of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, that makes me fall off my metaphorical chair.

Thus was the case yesterday, when I happened to stumble upon an article entitled "The Lord as a Role Model for Men and Women."  It was written by Ida Smith, former director of the Women's Research Institute at BYU.

Guys.  It knocked. off. my. socks.  So, I want to share it.  You can find the full text here, but also my favorite bits below.


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It is important for a woman to learn in this life her eternal role so that when she is sealed she will be prepared and ready—with all her heart—to function in and glorify that role. That means being ready and prepared to function as a full partner in a celestial team—without having to look up because of any feeling of inferiority, or look down because of any feeling of superiority, but look across into the eyes of an equally prepared, equally magnificent eternal mate.

This made me think of the equality in kneeling at an altar together - equal and whole and looking into one another's eyes.  Amazing.

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Some women complain that they have no strong role models in the scriptures. That is not true. We have many models there. And our main one is the Savior, himself. Nowhere is it written that he is a model for men only; and nowhere is it written that men and women should each be allowed only half of his traits! The world has divided up personality traits that should be characteristic of both men and women, and has labeled some of them “masculine” and some of them “feminine.” Latter-day prophets do teach that men and women have biological, emotional, and other differences, but we should be careful about assigning mutually exclusive traits to one sex or the other. Nowhere, for example, does the Lord say that tenderness, kindness, charity, faithfulness, patience, gentleness, and compassion are strictly female traits and should be utilized by women only. And nowhere does he say that courage, strength, determination, and leadership should be the exclusive prerogative of men. Any notion that God desired that women be passive should have been dispelled when the Prophet told women that they were responsible for their own salvation.

Women aren’t the only ones who suffer from sexual categorization; since men are also charged to become Christlike, a heavy burden is placed on a man when he realizes that many of the traits that will make him Christlike have been labeled by the world as feminine—and that by taking upon himself those characteristics he runs the risk of having his masculinity seriously questioned by his peers.

This was especially poignant for me:  that Christ, my Savior, is my role model as much as He is for the men in the world... and that the categorization of traits as feminine and masculine are, by and large, inappropriate before the Lord.


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If our sexual identity is based solely on our outward visible activities, the situation is serious—and complicated—indeed. The Savior was not effeminate when he clasped the Nephite children to his bosom and blessed them and wept; neither was my great-great-grandmother unwomanly when she, as a widow, took the reins in her own hands and drove a team of oxen across the plains to Utah. If we feel a woman lacks femininity simply because she is magnificent on the playing field, or a man lacks masculinity simply because he is a great artist, I think we are missing the point.

Gahhh!  So amazing!  I hope you made it through this post, and I encourage you to take a look at the whole article.  Leave comments if you'd like.
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Luxuriating in Lies

I've noticed something huge that I haven't really seen before and I think it's a real problem...for me, for you, for Latter-day Saints as a people.

You see, we Latter-day Saints have lots of standards and commandments that number beyond the don'ts.  We have so many truths that, if truly believed, necessitate a change in the believer.  We have a covenanted responsibility to allow them to change us; to change our thoughts.  To change our behaviors.

Catholic Sister Estrada writes,"Belief begets behavior."  To this statement I would add the caveat, incorporated belief begets behavior.  Why the caveat?  Well, excuse me for the blunt delivery, but we Latter-day Saints are not the people that we should be, given the beliefs we proclaim.  Either we don't really believe these things or we have built mechanisms for excusing our meandering behaviors.

So, this is the crux of the problem:  I really am not positing that Latter-day Saints don't believe our most beloved truths.*  What I am asking is this:

What are the stories we tell ourselves to make our actions compliant with our stated values?

Let me illustrate my point with a fictional hypothetical:  Imagine a faithful person who believes in the value of and truthfulness of the principle of prayer.  This person is faithful; this person loves their God.  This person has had several experiences wherein the truth of prayer has been made manifest.  And yet still, this person does not pray in the morning before leaving their home.  This person crawls into bed without kneeling unto their God. The morning negligences, perhaps, are explained away by saying they are too busy; the evenings, too tired.  

Now, let me ask this:  Does the failure to actually engage in prayer indicate this person does not believe in prayer?  Maybe, maybe not.  It certainly does not invalidate their evidences of prayer as true.  They may, however, have an imperfect understanding.  

That being said, I have another question:  What about the excuses leveraged to explain away these behaviors?  Is this person actually too busy or are they prioritizing their mornings in such a way that makes it seem like there is no time to engage in prayer?  Is this person actually too tired, or rather neglecting to get on their knees before their eyes become weighted with fatigue?  

And, perhaps more importantly, what role do these explanations play in keeping us safe and comfortable in our errant behavior?  Asked in another way:  am I, as a believing Latter-day Saint, unthinkingly telling myself lies so that I can justify increasingly imperfect behavior?

If the answer is no, then that's wonderful!  But, we still have to explain our behaviors clearly not founded in the Truth.  

If the answer is yes, then... then we have a lot of work to do, individually and as a community.  The discomfort of our sins prick us to change.  The whole repentance process is about seeking out the behaviors that are not in line with our Gospel beliefs and forsaking them.  Here, in this instance, though, we find ourselves sitting quite comfortably in our sins, thereby robbing the Spirit, the light of Christ and the consequences of misdeeds from making us uncomfortable.  The danger of unintentionally, unthinkingly rationalizing noncompliant behavior is that we have no motivation to change.  To become like Christ. 

What's the solution?  Well, I don't really know.  My solution might not be yours, because you and I?  We're very different people.  I think that only the Godhead really knows how to change us.  A thought, though - or, perhaps a starting point - might be this:  when we're not doing the things that we should be, whatever those things are, let us ask ourselves why.  Why am I not doing FHE?  Why am I not praying?  Why am I not reading my Scriptures?  Whatever it may be, ask why? and then really, truly look at the answer you give.  Can I ever really consistently not have time for something?

The point is not to fit the Gospel into our lives, but to fit our lives into the Gospel.

*I wrote about a similar topic last year, and I think I got it wrong.  In this post, I asked whether we just think we believe or whether we cognitively understand doctrines, but don't actually believe them.  While I think there's something there, some principle that can help us to examine our beliefs, I think that I only got half of the solution.  The other half is what I talk about here.
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Scripture Nerd.

So, tonight we had family home evening* at our Bishop's house.  After the lesson was taught and much orchard-fresh apple crisp was consumed, most people began to make their ways home.  My Bishop, however, happened to pull out his iPad and I proceeded to NERD. OUT. about different apps, printed materials and websites that aid in Scripture study, thus holding the last two remaining attendees hostage (because they were dependent upon me for a ride home).


My belief regarding studying the Scriptures is this:  if I read something in the Scriptures - the word of God - and I don't understand it, I better make sure I take the time to understand it.  Think of it!  These pages have been passed down through thousands of years!  People have made huge sacrifices to protect them!  For you!  And, of course, there's the promise that we will be held accountable for our own understandings of the words of the prophets.

That being said, I don't often really understand what I'm reading when I'm reading the Scriptures.  Differences in place, time, cultural surroundings and word definitions stunt my ability to proximate what the prophets really meant when they wrote the words of God.  And so I need tools to help me bridge the gap the aforementioned barriers create.  There are a lot of them!  I use them every day!  Today, I want to share what they are.  It didn't occur to me that not everyone has a knowledge of these resources until I got blank stares tonight when I mentioned Strong's Concordance.

A word of caution before I begin:  while I have found these resources to be helpful, they are not infallible.  The only way to discover the spiritual meanings of spiritual matters to rely upon the Holy Ghost to edify, uplift and inform.

RESOURCES ON THE INTERNET:
  • The website for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints has an excellent set of digital Scriptures, complete with cross-referenced footnotes relevant passages found within the standard works.  You can also find the expertly completed Bible Dictionary therein.  (These resources are also available in print.)
  • BYU maintains an excellent website called the LDS Scripture Citation Index.  The website cross-references all the Scriptures from the standard works to every General Conference talk ever, the Journal of Discourses, and writings in The Teachings of the Prophet Joseph Smith.  
  • The 1828 Webster's American Dictionary of the English Language is really an invaluable resource for coming to a closer proximity of an old (older) English meaning of a word.  Why does this matter?  The Lord enabled Joseph Smith to translate The Book of Mormon perfectly into the English of his day... but that's a problem because the English of Joseph Smith is not the English of today.  (This is also available in print.)
  • For Biblical study (especially the KJV translation, which was published in 1611), there are some "King James Bible Dictionaries" out there, but most are heavily tainted doctrinally by the publishers thereby rendering them less useful to Latter-day Saints.  The Oxford English Dictionary is really the way to go, as it lists not only current meanings, but also archaic meanings.  (The bad news?  It costs money.  But!  If you are a student, most libraries have subscriptions you can use for free!)
  • Sometimes, it's really helpful to view how different translators have translated a verse or passage. BibleStudyTools.com has made it really easy to view and compare individual verses in every conceivable translation. 
  • Strong's Exhaustive Concordance is a magnum opus, wherein every Hebrew and Greek word in the Bible is assigned a number, which is defined and listed alongside every occurrence in the Bible for cross-referencing purposes.  What's great about having this resource online is that you can search for individual words or words that are collocated as phrases (This is also available in print.)
  • While sometimes basic, the manuals produced by the Church have great, clarifying answers to confusing passages of Scripture.  And!  You can access them all free of charge through LDS Seminaries and Institutes.
RESOURCES FOR iPHONE/iPAD

The LDS Gospel Library is a great app, which is produced by The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.  It has all the footnotes, Bible Dictionary (both discussed above) and much more.

LDS Scripture Citation is the app version of the LDS Scripture Citation Index described above.

The 1828 Webster's Dictionary is available in app form.  Due to the breadth of its volume (you don't need the internet to access the dictionary - it stores all of it on your phone/tablet), you need to download two volumes.  The first here and the second here.
CWP-iStudent is a fantastic resource for having several Biblical translations on the go, including a Hebrew-Greek interlinear text and several (non-LDS) commentaries.  By far my most used application for on-the-go studying.
Strong's Concordance is available (for free!) as an app as well.



That's all I can think of at the moment.  I'm sure I'll be walking to class tomorrow and think "GAH!  I forgot XYZ-awesome-Scripture-study-tool!  HOW DID I MISS THAT?!"  If so, I'll edit this post to include the update.  Do you have any that you would recommend?

*For those of you who are not Latter-day Saints, every Monday night there is a Church-wide policy of setting aside time to spend with our families - to grow together, to learn of Christ, to strengthen ourselves and our loved ones, etc.  For those who are single adults and living away from their families, the Church organizes groups of other single members with whom to gather and participate in the aforementioned activities.
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The Inaccurate Ruler

Do you ever feel like God has been trying to teach you something, and you're just not getting it, so He has to hit you over the head with it repeatedly?  All of the sudden, you see it and you think "OH!  I get it!"

Anyone?  
Beuller?

It seems to me that I have been needing to learn a very particular lesson within this past week or so, and have been inundated with texts and experiences that speak to the self-same topic, even though they have come from very disparate places.  And I feel the need to share.  So, here goes...


Just as context, I have felt strongly that my Heavenly Father has pushed me over the past year to stop trusting in my own intellect - not just in academia, but in my relationship with Him, in my relationships with others, in my relationship with myself - and I have worked diligently to connect my head with my heart, using them in tandem.  I have also tried to make a clear distinction between the intellectual and the spiritual, in that I used to be very much inclined to participate in lessons at Church and Institute with my brain, thereby starving my heart from the spiritual nourishment that it needs (not to mention potentially veering others off course in the process).

Enter the lesson at hand.  Right now, I'm finishing up Stephen Robinson's Following Christ* and, in the midst of his discussion on the Fall of Adam and Eve, he plops this little gem:
While the physical and spiritual aspects of the Fall, death, and separation from God get a lot of attention, I would like to point out some other aspects that are often overlooked but that also have a profound impact on us here in mortality.  For example, we often forget that as fallen beings we are mentally fallen.  We humans trust reason and logic; some of us trust reason more than we trust God.  We have a tendency to think that if we start with what we know to be true and proceed with correct logic, we will always arrive at correct conclusions, but that is wrong, for human reason is flawed - it is fallen...Only the gospel give us guaranteed data to start from and a guaranteed perspective from which to interpret it...intellect itself is a defective instrument.  If a yardstick that is too long or too short is always used to measure itself when it is checked, the error will never be detected.  Since intellect is our fallen yardstick, intellect can never detect its own distortions.  
Now, that's a big statement with a lot of implications.  But, still.  Did you feel the same zing of "Why didn't I ever think of that before?!" that I felt the first time I read it?  Of course our mental faculties are fallen!  Of course we cannot trust our minds to work perfectly.

...But does that stop us from worshiping human logic and reason?

A few days after reading that statement, my professor for Book of Mormon studies lectured a bit on this issue. In talking about the moral agency of humans, he pointed out that true moral agency in our lives is not solely the capacity to choose, but rather, the capacity to choose when we know the Truth - both the Truth in the sense of knowing things as they really are and knowing He who is the Truth.  In the climactic point of the lecture, my professor posited the following:
If you don't have the Truth, you are not really exercising agency because you are bound.  You cannot see clearly, thus rendering you without the capacity to truly choose.  When you don't see things as they really are, you can't even see the choices that you could be making...Choices that ultimately bring you unto the Father.

This same professor shared a quote dealing directly with this topic in our ward's lecture series this past Tuesday.  He shared the quote from Elder Bruce R. McConkie below:
We ought to judge everything by gospel standards, not the reverse.  Do not take a scientific principle, so-called, and try to make the gospel conform to it.  Take the gospel for what it is, and, insofar as you can, make other things conform to it, and if they do not conform to it, forget them.  Forget them; do not worry.  They will vanish away eventually.  In the true sense of the word, the gospel embraces all truth.  And everything that is true is going to conform to the principles that God has revealed.

Then, just today I was reading the blog for the Religious Studies Center and, once again, was presented with this idea - right down to the same analogy.  Here's the quote from the blog post that struck me:
President Smith was emphatic about our alignment with the scriptures:  'Let us have this matter clear.  We have accepted the four standard works as the measuring yardsticks, or balances, by which we measure every man's doctrine.'

So, with all of these experiences and texts metaphorically hitting me over the head, I think it finally clicked for me today.  And what "clicked" end up not being some big epiphanic statement, but instead several searching, imposing questions. Questions that, if I search myself frankly and unapologetically, will lead me to a greater ability to see things as they actually are...

While I haven't been worshiping at the altar of human intelligence per se, I have to wonder if I have been standing as a witness of Christ in all things?  Have I taken views that put me contrary to the Gospel?  (Yes.)  Do I even recognize all of my trespasses in this area?  (No.)  Do I use my own as my own ruler, instead of the Father?  Do I try to fit my understanding of the Gospel inside of my own perspective, instead of letting the Gospel expand my horizons of understanding?

Also, perhaps more importantly, President Smith brings up a good point.  I have already covenanted to use the scriptures as my measuring stick.  Have been faithful to that covenant?

Now, I don't want to end on doom and gloom, mainly because I feel confident that I'm already on a really good path with all of the questions above.  And!  While I do think there's more room for growth, I think my Father might be trying to get me to readjust my paradigm, not point out that I'm a rebellious daughter.  As a matter of fact, I think that discipleship in this matter has less to do with my mind, but rather with the softness of my heart toward the Lord.  And here's the big punch line, my big a-ha!:

I think it's entirely plausible that I have been actively denying myself a fuller measure of power from on high because I have been too busy confining the capacities of the Lord and the Father to my earthly conceptions of them.

* The man is a genius.  If you have never read this book or Believing Christ, go.  Now.  Get it.  Read it.
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The Lifting Hand of Christ

The other night, I read Acts 18 in preparation for a gospel doctrine class (which, by the way, was never taught... but that's another story) and I had a big a-ha.  Before we get to that, though, I just want to share with you how much of a love affair I am having with the writings of and about Paul right now.  Really and truly.  You will not regret reading the book of Hebrews,* I promise.

Anyway, in Acts 18, Paul has a real dilemma.  You see, he had been travelling for a long time preaching in lots and lots of different places.  He had some major successes in his travels, but when he came to Corinth he had a very hard time preaching in the synagogues.  I can only imagine that such lack of success was disheartening to Paul and stretched thin his eagerness to proselyte. 

Just at this critical juncture, Christ came to Paul in a vision.  Essentially, Christ said to Paul:  Be not afraid.  Speak the truth.  Do not quiet yourself for the unbelieving.  I am with you.  These are my people.

It occurred to me what powerful words these are; not just to Paul, not just to missionaries, but to all of us.  Paul, after seeing this vision of his good friend the Lord, was strengthened and stayed in Corinth for a year and a half, preaching with power and baptizing many. 

To missionaries, I think the Lord has a message in this passage for you:  when you get tired of 'no's and of broken promises by investigators, trust that the Lord Jesus Christ is with you, ready to strengthen you.  Don't fear.  Remember that He has brought you forth to these people because they are His people.  It is your job to help them remember that fact.

To us, I think Christ has a similar message... one of empowerment.  In this passage, we are blessed to be witnesses of the lifting hand of Christ.  When we are downtrodden, Christ is eager to lift us.  When we worry or wonder or feel less than adequate, Christ rushes to our side to succor.  When we hesitate, He does not. 

It never ceases to amaze me how anxious our Godhead is to flee to our aid.  They live!  Indeed, They live for us, for our safety, contentment and joy. 

But do we live for them?
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One Step Enough


I count that hymn, "Lead, Kindly Light,"* amongst my favorites.  I haven't really ever understood why it was so poignant to me, as I am a take-the-bull-by-the-horns kind of gal.  Perhaps it is because I have felt keenly in my life when my path has been lead by the Savior and I have learned from experience what miracles are wrought when I let go of the reins.  Or, it could be because it's in a lower octave and my voice sounds really good when I sing it.  Who knows.

Regardless, I had an experience the first night of our road trip that reminded me of this hymn and really brought it home.  We had driven many, many miles and we were both tired.  We had found, however, a state park that promised to be "Colorado's answer to Lake Powell," which, obviously, was intriguing.  I was driving and Madie slept and it was pitch dark (because apparently Colorado can't be bothered to put up street lamps).  On and on I drove, on increasingly windy, narrow roads.  Due to the aforementioned total lack of street lights, I could barely see the road and had a very hard time knowing when the next jutting bend would come.  I couldn't see more than a few feet in front of me, even with my brights on, and I found myself yearning for more light to be shed on the road before me. 

In that absence, I was grateful for the brightly colored lines on the pavement below.  You see, they were the only assurance that I had that I was still on the road.  Just stay between these lines, I thought, and the likelihood of anything bad happening will plummet.  I placed my faith in those lines, and those lines guided me home...errrr...Navajo State Park (which cannot, by the way, be construed in any light to be even close to the majesty of Lake Powell).  

So here's the big punchline:  The entire time I was driving in these dimly lit winding roads, I sang to myself
Lead, kindly light amidst th'encircling gloom, Lead thou me on.  The night is dark and I am far from home.  Lead thou me on.  Keep thou my feet, I do not ask to see the distant scene; one step enough for me.

I just...started singing it.  I didn't think about the symbolism of it until much later, when, the windows were down, the mosquitoes were buzzing and I was unable to sleep because it was hot as Hades.  It occurred to me that not only is one step enough, but I am also so grateful for the terms of the covenants I have made with my Father.  You see, as long as I stay within the parameters that the Lord has set in His commandments, I shall not fear.  I cannot veer off the road if stay between these lines, even if I can't see more than just a few feet ahead.
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Becoming the Hand

As you can see from my previous post,* I just finished reading The Holy Secret by James L. Ferrell.  Great book, not very satisfying ending, though.

Here's why I love reading:  I really feel as though it gets the gears in my mind turning and I usually end up having realizations that are only tangentially related to the words on the page.  Such was the case with this book, wherein my biggest A-ha came in the form of an increased understanding of the Atonement.  Maybe only an increase the size of a particle of dust, but an increase nonetheless.

Here's what I came to understand:

In both my adult and adolescent lives, I have – like everyone – had moments of sheer adversity, filled with challenge and struggle and strife.  Over the years, I have been able to shift my view of these situations as boons – blessings – that have both 1) brought me to the person who I am (whom I love), and 2) enabled me to help others in similar situations to get through those times when there seems to be no light at the end of the tunnel, and the tunnel feels more like an insurmountable chasm.

Take, for example, my struggles as a teenager with ridiculously consuming depression.  Crippling, seemingly unendurable depression.  Without trivializing the process or making it sound easier than it was (and is for those currently struggling with a similar situation), I am proud of the fact that I was there.  And the fact that I worked – hard – to hike out of that pit.  But, even more gratifying, I think, is the fact that I am so ridiculously grateful that I have been there.  That this struggle was the struggle that my Heavenly Father chose for me... because I really cannot conceive of another way that I could have here, at the me whom I love so much.

I share all of this to get to my point about the Atonement, and I'm getting there, I promise.

While at American University, I had the privilege to work with young men and women who were dealing with this and other related situations.  I felt waves of gratitude wash over me every time I was able to use the abundance of my life experience as a supply for those in need of the lessons I had already learned.  It was here, in these moments of paying it forward (and in the myriad opportunities since then), that I was able to see my struggles as greater blessings that the easiest, happiest of times... for it was in the challenges that I was tutored in how to become the hand that lifts others upward.  I can lift others because I have already learned how to overcome, empowering me to teach others how to heal and overcome as well.

All of this is once long preface to get to this one point, the striking realization that came to me while reading The Holy Secret, which is this:  I am so grateful that my Savior has experienced this world and this mortal probation... and not only that, but that He chose to experience the whole of my struggles and temptations; the good times and bad.  I am grateful not because the grandeur of the sacrifice, while it was indeed grand, but because it seems to me that Christ is infinitely able to be the hand that lifts each of us because He has already been there, He has already experienced it for Himself.  In short, He has been tutored in my pain and already overcome it, thereby enabling Him in turn to lift and tutor me to do the same for my brethren.  And that, indeed, is a gift.
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The Exemplar

You can find this book at Deseret Book here.
An excerpt from a book that I just finished reading: 
The atonement is the great, central proxy ordinance of time and eternity.  All other ordinances are appendages to it.  As with the living, the dead, too needed to have an atonement made for their sins.  Jesus did for them and for us what they and we could not do for ourselves.  Anyone who believes in the atonement of Christ therefore implicitly believes, whether he knows it or not, in vicarious work for the dead.
Has anyone else never thought about that before?  That of course ordinances can be performed for those not living, since Christ, in His Atonement, performed the ultimate vicarious ordinance?  Amazing stuff, no?
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Five Years.

This is coming a bit late; I readily acknowledge this fact.  But, let's be real.  The only person this matters to is me.  And I can live with it coming a few weeks late.

So, on June 11th of this year, the fifth anniversary of my baptism came and went.  It was, mainly, uneventful.  In fact, I can't really remember what I did on that Saturday.  It was, however, filled with the emotional and intellectual gravitas due such an event.

Five years is a long time.  There is no kidding around with five years.  To boot, a lot can happen in five years.  I've had eight addresses in those five years.  I have been at least three or four versions of myself in those five years.

Looking back, many, many more substantial things have come to pass.

I have found a deeper understanding of my purpose.  The world, my actions, my personhood have all gained gravity.  Or, rather, they have come into the orbit of something with much more gravity – the ultimate gravity.

I have become something more... or, maybe, something less.  Less confused.  Less anxious.  Less rowdy.  Less like every atom within me was pushing outward with equal force.  Less traveling in every direction.  Less.

But also something more.  More principled, that's for sure.  More certain.  More loved, loving and lovely.    More... me.

And, I am particularly grateful for these parts of me that are lesser and for those that are more.  As a convert, I am continually trying to display to my family and my old friends that I am the same person as I was before, just... with evolved priorities.  I think that there is truth in that, and that I certainly haven't been lying.  When I sat back this past June 11th, though, I wondered if those parts of me that are different haven't overwhelmed the parts of me that are the same.  Is sameness, after all, the goal of a continuing journey through life?

I remember a few years back when I just woke up one day with the absolute knowledge that all this, "this" being the sweeping expanse of the Gospel and my adherence therein, was true.  It became unquestionable - not that I couldn't question, just that I had literally no desire to do so.  Up until that point, I had believed.  I had hoped.  I had sought for ever-mounting evidence.  And then one day, I woke up and just knew.  I knew like I know that when you add one to one, you get two.  It was just... there.  And obvious.

That day changed my life.

It is quite remarkable, though, to lay out on the table that this day came a couple of years after baptism.  It took that long for me to get it.  Crazy.

In these five years, I have fought to become the person I want to be.  Maybe it was an invisible fight.  The fight was mine, and mine alone.  It still is.  I think, looking back, I have to conclude that I have made less room for frivolity in order to create space for stability.  (Imagine that from someone who has had more addresses than boyfriends in the past five years!)  I decided to give up the more ridiculous possibilities of my day-to-day in favor of inundating myself with goodness, strength, constancy and loyalty.  Sometimes I miss having the ridiculous sort of fun, but rarely and with less fervency each time.

I have loved these past five years.  I have found significant joy in the journey.  I have found joy in the heartache and in the confusion.  I have found joy in the evolution of myself.  My entire story – not just these past five years, but my lifetime – is a story of joy.  And isn't that exactly how it should be?
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Stringing the Pearls

Welcome to Book Report Tuesday!  I recently finished up Becoming a Great Gospel Teacher:  Bringing the Gospel Classroom to Life, which can be found here.  It was an easy read and had some good insights, though it wasn't the most ground-breaking tome on Gospel teaching ever written.

I have, however, been really struck by one theme throughout the book; that of each one of us taking responsibility for our own learnings.  The idea, as expressed by the authors, is that, as students, we should each be taking responsibility for our own Gospel learning instead of relying upon others – teachers, peers, leaders – to both supply a continuous stream of Gospel information and to do all the work of application in our lives.  For teachers, the foremost goal is simple:  expect the students to be responsible in their learning and to facilitate them doing so.

As a teacher in my Relief Society, I have seen a remarkably high level of engagement during class, but varying levels of preparation beforehand or sustained thought afterward.  Our sisters are wonderfully in the moment as the lesson is being taught, which is such a blessing to a teacher.  However, I have had a difficult time pinning down just how much the lessons stick with them as the exit the classroom.  Do the lessons leave with them, or do the sisters leave them in the classroom?

So, while the book gave some tips for encouraging students to take hold of their own education – some of which have been employed in our Relief Society – but at some point, the sisters have to decide for themselves whether or not to just do it.  As a teacher, I have been astounded by the incredible relational value each of our lessons have, simply by virtue of being part of the Gospel.  The cumulative effect has been one that has done away with my propensity to think about subjects within the Gospel – the Atonement, service, gratitude, work – in silos, each wholly distinct from the other.  Instead, I have begun to see the Gospel as this glorious whole, miraculously inclusive of every human question, activity or responsibility.

And that fact has increased my faith in a way I cannot entirely articulate.

It has been, for me, a process akin to stringing pearls.  A single pearl is not in itself all that amazing.  Sure, it's perfect and round and its luster is beautiful, but it's just a pearl.  What does one do with a single pearl?  You put it in your pocket and lose it.  However, when you get these pearls together, you start stringing them together, putting one pearl on the strand, knotting the string, putting another, knotting that one in place... And pretty soon, you have something much grander, much harder to lose, much more difficult to overlook.

It has been the same, for me.  Learning a principle here and there has been an amazing thing in my life...but what do I do with a single principle without the context of the Gospel?  I may try to apply it, but when it comes down to it, that one principal doesn't have the full force of the Gospel behind it.  In the process of taking control of my own spiritual education, though, I have begun to see each principal in light of the Gospel and have found connections between them.  Not only have I felt that each learned principle is much more securely in place, but I feel like my grasp of the Gospel has been magnified.  The Gospel seems so much grander than I previously imagined.
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Sackcloth and Ashes

Happy Ash Wednesday!

Ash Wednesday being one of the more somber holy days, I'm unsure as to whether I should have ended that sentence with an exclamation point.  But not unsure enough to go back and change it.

So, in Mormondom,* we don't celebrate Ash Wednesday or observe Lent...not all Christian churches do.  It's mainly the Lutherans, Methodists, Anglicans, Roman Catholics and Presbyterians.  For those of you who aren't super familiar with the holy day, you can read a brief FAQ article from Catholic.org
here.  Basically, though, Ash Wednesday is the beginning of Lent (the forty day period preceding Easter) and is practiced by the marking of foreheads with ashes, traditionally those from the burning of palms.

There are so many things about this ritual that I find so...heartening.  Of course, I personally enjoy the nod to ancient Hebraic rites of marking oneself with ashes in order to mourn (see Ezekiel here, Daniel here, Samuel here, Job here and more).  That geekery aside, I also think the symbolism found here is profound:  the public acknowledgement of an individual's state of separation from Deity and a recommitment and renewal of baptismal covenants.  Perhaps more importantly, for many, Ash Wednesday begins a forty day period of giving up some vice or bad habit in a display (more private than public, I would conjecture) of penitence.  This, really, is the crux of my holy envy.

I am really in love with the idea of committing myself to an intense period of laying down of a habit that actively separates me from my Heavenly Family with an eye toward making that change permanent.  Given, I'm not sure that's how some – or even most – practitioners of the Lenten fast regard the nature of the practice.

That being said, I have decided that I am going to be celebrating the Atonement and sacrifice of Jesus Christ with a Lenten fast this year.  Instead of giving up something with lesser eternal significance like chocolate or bread (the traditional meat is out – I'm already a vegetarian), I have decided to give up enmity.

I was reading President Benson's talk, "Beware of Pride" today and was pierced by his admonition that the core of pride is enmity.  In his words,
The central feature of pride is enmity–enmity toward God and enmity toward our fellow men.  Enmity means "hatred toward, hostility to, or a state of opposition."  It is the power by which Satan wishes to reign over us.

So here's my promise:  I will do my absolute best to halt any activity – or thought – that puts me in opposition with either those around me or my Godhead.  I will wear the awareness of this promise like a tefillin* throughout the Lenten period.  I will devote this time of change to become closer to Christ through becoming more like Him.

...And I will do it joyfully.


*Spellcheck didn't correct Mormondom above (or here).  Really, spellcheck?  That being the case, I looked it up in the dictionary and it is indeed a word.  Huh.  Do you think it would be acceptable in Scrabble?
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Universalistic Mormonism

Happy Book Report Tuesday!  I want to thank you, upfront, for indulging me.

So, as
previously mentioned, I have been reading of late in Louis Jacob's The Book of Jewish Belief.  Want to check it out for yourself?  Take a look on Amazon here.  In all honesty, it's a hybrid between a text book and Louis' manifesto of the Jewish faith.  But – and this is a big but – it is absolutely breathtaking.

Now, some prefacing:  First, I know that this book is probably much more impassioning to me than it will be for most.  It has ignited within all of the love, respect, admiration and awe I felt for Judaism before joining The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.  I honestly felt for some time that conversion to Judaism was plausible.  But then I found the Gospel, and found a way to be a Mormon and still a Jew.*  Second, I feel like I must also say, that I know this might be more interesting to me than...really...any of you because I feel particularly called to study the mores, spirituality and traditions of the Hebrews.  So yeah.  You have been duly warned.

Also, a note:  I would highly encourage you to replace the word 'Jews' with 'Mormons' and 'Judaism' with 'Mormonism' in the quotes to follow in order to catch the spirit of their impact they have had on me as I have gone through this book.

In chapter five of The Book of Jewish Belief, Jacobs explores the idea of the faithful of Judaism as the chosen people.  So much of the verbiage here falls perfectly in line with the doctrines of the restored Gospel (go figure).  Not only that, though.  Some of Jacobs' thoughts in this chapter contain such simple truth about Deity's interaction with His chosen and how those chosen interact with the rest of the world – truth stated so simply and poetically and lovingly that we Saints would do well to listen up.

Jacobs explores Judaism as particularistic (concerned only with Jews) and universalistic (concerned with all humanity), asking which are we?  "The uncomplicated answer," he writes, "is that Judaism is both."  This is so true of our own Church, my beloveds, but I wonder how much we regard it as such.

Sure, we engage in missionary work; and what a wonderfully important work that is!  However, I tend to categorize our missionary work as particularistic as we are interested primarily therein with converting souls to Mormonism.  There is something much more powerful in the concept of being chosen, I think.

Rabbi Jacobs describes the chosen status of the Jews in this way:
Only by blowing into the narrow end of the shofar (pictured at right) can a musician create beautiful, rich sound in the wide end...the Jews as a particular [chosen] people have a role of service for the good of all people.  

I would posit that the Saints embody this image in the latter days.  Our Father has a work for us to do, both individually and as a Church.  While part of that work is to bring others into the fold, I have to believe that part of it is also to be the few that our Parents employ to bring beautiful music into the world.  To lift.  To inspire.  To...just...be.  To be the "fifty righteous within the city."*

I have to wonder if we realize this role of ours?  If so, do we balance it with an equal admiration and respect for those not of our faith?  Jacobs very powerfully asserts that
One thing is quite certain.  The idea of the chosen people does not mean that God is concerned only with the Jews.  Such a perverse idea would be entirely contrary to Jewish teaching, which, after all, believes in the God who created all people in His image.  Listen to this verse in the Bible (Isaiah 19:24–25).  To appreciate it fully one must realize that Egypt and Assyria, great powers with their own interests, were often at war with little Israel.  The prophet can still say: "In that day shall Israel be the third with Egypt and with Assyria, a blessing in the midst of the earth for that the Lord of hosts hath blessed him, saying:  'Blessed be Egypt My people and Assyria the work of My hands, and Israel Mine inheritance.'...While Israel is called God's inheritance, Egypt is called His people and Assyria called the work of His hands.

How often, if ever, do we take this inclusive, universalistic view toward our brethren outside of the Church?  I would say far too infrequently.  I have to believe that the Father views all of His children as His children and loves all of us with a perfect equality.  Why, then, do we so unabashedly pedestal ourselves at the risk of lowering in esteem our brothers and sisters outside of the new and everlasting covenant?  Perhaps we would be better able to view all the earth with astonishment and awe, with passion and compassion, if we were better at seeing all as equal in the Lord?  For, as Jacobs says, "Nowhere is it suggested that other peoples have no role to play in God's plan for humanity."


*There's an article of this title by Professor Fred E. Woods about the life of Alexander Neibaur, who was the first known male Jewish convert to Mormonism.  The article in its entirety (which is amazing and highly recommended) can be downloaded from The Mormon Historical Studies Foundation here.
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Stand All Amazed

I have several pots in the metaphorical fire, as it were, for upcoming posts.  The topics are disparate, ranging from the world's obsession with Mormons and sex to the act of creation to "When Mormons go public..."

But today, I just want to share one quick (as quick as this verbose girl can get) thought.  Then I will be off to classes.

When is the last time that you felt joy well up inside of you?  True joy.  Overflowing from your heart into your chest until you either have to laugh or cry because you can't contain it any further?

When is the last time you look at the world with the eyes of a child?  Full of amazement, brimming with possibility?

When is the last time that you fell to your knees in gratitude?  The gratitude being so strong that you couldn't stand...?

Maybe you feel these things in your own way.  That is wonderful and beautiful and special.  Don't trade it for anything that the world could offer you.

So often, I feel life overcome the me-centric thoughts and force me to turn outward, upward.  I sometimes feel so sad that it seems so few around me walk so briskly through life to stand all amazed.


So today, my thoughts are this:  Stand with me, dear sisters.  Stand with me, my brothers.  Pause in the swirling whirlwind of life for just a moment to see how beautiful the colors are as they pass by.  Life isn't moving any slower, heavens no, but we certainly have the choice to watch it go whizzing by with joy, amazement and laughter.  Even if just for a moment.

Life is meant to be enjoyed, for in joy we glorify our Heavenly Parents.

My greatest hope for each of you is that you might join Ammon in being swallowed up in the joy of God.*
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Say What?!

We have all heard the maxim.  "The Spirit is a still, small voice."

Except, what do we do with the stories of those with whom the Spirit was a freight train, unavoidable and undeniable?  What do I do with those experiences of mine that have shown the Spirit of God to have a powerful, loud voice?  I have never really known.


Then, in one of my classes* a bit ago, we were reading over a Scripture talking about the Holy Ghost and Its role in the war chapters of The Book of Mormon.  A fellow classmate asked, "But if the Spirit is a still, small voice, how is it that the Nephites had confidence to go forward killing all these people?  If it were me, I would want it – maybe need it – to be much more powerful than a still and small voice."


Silence.  After the class recovered from its momentary arrhythmia, I think someone chimed in from the back something about trusting promptings.  And, yeah, that's super important.  


But that's not where my mind was.  Almost instantly after this classmate threw that question into the cosmic void, I felt like my understanding of the Spirit (and by implication my interactions with the Spirit) became a bit clearer, a bit less foggy.


Perhaps, I thought, the Spirit always speaks with the same force.  Perhaps the variable in this relationship is me.  Perhaps the magnitude with which I hear the Spirit has more to do with the magnitude and force of my listening power and much less to do with the intensity of the Holy Ghost.  Maybe the key is wearing a spiritual hearing aid.


Alright, here I'm going to acknowledge that none of what I have said or am about to say is really all that groundbreaking.  I know that.  It was, however, a huge a-ha for me in a way that I am a bit ill-equipped to explain.


I hear often in the Church people express their disappointment with the distance which they feel from Deity (and thereby from the Spirit as the member of the Godhead who enables us to feel closer to our Heavenly Parentage).  I wonder if this isn't a bit of placing the blame on the wrong person, a bit of projecting perhaps.


And here's the crux of it, the big punchline:  If I feel far from Deity, it might be because I have removed myself.  


I don't think that this always (or even necessarily most often) is caused by sin or transgression (though that certainly is effective in doing so!).  Sometimes we're just not ready to feel God's love.  Sometimes, we're too afraid to move into the sunshine of our Father's care.


In Sacrament meeting a few weeks ago, a sister said something poetic and poignant:
So often we feel like God has put us in the dark and placed us far from Him.  Lately I have realized that maybe I walked into that dark room on my own, and Christ has been sitting there waiting with me until I was ready to turn on the light.

Maybe – just maybe – when we feel so distant He is just waiting for us to turn on the light.  It's a powerful thought.  The good news is that we have the ability to turn on the light.  The amazing news is that, even in the most wretched of times, we have the agency to give our darkness to Christ.  We just have to choose to do so.


*Okay, so if you know me in real life, even just a little bit, you know that 50% of what drops from my mouth begins with, "So, I was listening to NPR the other day and heard this great story about..."  I am becoming increasingly aware that the other 50% starts with "The other day in class we were talking about..."  Yes, I'm predictable.  Yes, I am grateful that you all put up with me.
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Doublethink


In the book 1984, George Orwell introduced a concept that has stuck with me since my first reading in the 8th grade.  Doublethink, he says, is the act of simultaneously accepting as correct two contradictory beliefs, often within a social context.  This is a powerful idea, mainly because so many of us – maybe even all of us to a degree – engage in this behavior.

Recently, I was listening to an old, old, old Mormon Stories (okay, maybe just old, old) podcast entitled, "Raising Children in a Non-Traditional LDS Home." (If you want to listen to it, click here.  It's 143–146.)  While the podcast made me realize that my children will be growing up in a more traditional environment than I might normally concede, it had quite a few gems, many of which kickstarted the cognitive gears.

And that's how we got here.

One of the panelists (I believe his name was Lee) made a simple, but poignant comment as to the values which are instilled within children.  He posited:
How well do Latter-day Saints teach tolerance and inclusion beyond ethnic, cultural and national orientation?  And beyond that, diversity of thought, diversity of action and diversity of belief?
Now, listen.  I know that I just posted about tolerance (if you missed it, you can read it here).  I promise that this is not a rehashing of that topic.

Indeed, I would say that this is about something more.  To me, this is about rooting out the fundamental problem with so called 'intolerance' in the first place.  It is about the cognitive dissonance between what we say and hold to be true about the Gospel, especially within the framework of missionary efforts, and what our cultural actions imply about those who are different from the mainstream, the status quo.

I wonder how many times I have heard someone say, "The beauty of the Gospel is that it is for everyone!"  Dozens, I'm sure.  And you know what?  It's true!  The Gospel can reach everyone, can affect anyone's life, because there are no limitations on its grasp of the human condition.  There is no specific demographic that are eligible for conversion; all are welcomed by the Savior into His fold.

I wonder if the same is true of us.  Are all welcomed into our midsts?*  This thought has weighed heavily upon my heart and mind since it materialized there so innocently days ago.  We say that the Gospel is for everyone.  But then our actions seem to imply that the uniqueness of that person must be drained from them in order to make them same.  In order to make them comfortable.

What does that say about our culture?  On the one hand, I can see that to a certain extent it could be interpreted that some of our one-ness must be sacrificed for unity.  On the other, I wonder if we cheapen our Mormon experience as a whole because we shun the different.

In effect, though, I think that this occurs internally and externally.  I'm amazed at how much pressure we put on ourselves to be...grey.  Our lives, our personalities, our very souls are injected with color!  With vibrancy!  With diversity of thought, action and motivation!  And that diversity is beautiful!

And even more importantly, it is essential.  Essential to our community as Saints and to our ability to draw together in order to come unto Christ.

But then, we all have had experiences where those amongst us have made us feel less faithful, less...Mormon...because of this very diversity.  Take for example, a blog post from a recently made friend wherein she describes a Saint who judges her for listening to NPR and hip hop.  Really.  You can read it here.  (As a side note, if this is true a special seat in outer darkness is being reserved especially for me.)

Really, it's a tragedy.

So here's what I posit:  Let us be more kind.  Let us rejoice in our diversity, both within ourselves and in those with whom we come into contact.  Let us recognize that it is Christ who has given us diversity in experience so that we might become colorful people.  Let us gather together with those different from ourselves, embrace them and see Christ through their eyes in order to see His many dimensions of love.

Perhaps most important of all, let us love one another and stop questioning each other and our own righteousness.

*Whether or not I can pluralize 'midst' took 15 minutes, 3 computers and 2 people.  The OED says yes, but only if we're talking about multiple sets of peoples.  Which I am.  So there.
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Moderation is NOT the Key

Last Sunday, I was assigned to teach the lesson in Relief Society entitled "Work and Personal Responsibility."  I had over a month to prepare, and I went a little overboard in delving into the doctrine of work.  One of the fallouts of that fact is that I had waaaaaay too much material and had to pare down quite a bit.  Even then, I found myself only covering 2 of my 5 identified goals during the lesson due to lack of time.  FAIL.

One of the items I didn't get to introduce was the idea of balancing work and leisure.  Early in my preparatory readings, I recognized the tension between work/activity and idleness.  There was often a strong caveat though:  leisure is an essential part of personal progression.

But a caveat to the caveat:  "It is so easy for leisure to turn into laziness."*

So, what's a faithful Saint to do?  How does one find balance?

The riddle kept coming into my mind:  which weighs more a pound of feathers or a pound of lead?

Neither, they weigh one pound.  However, for the idea of how we balance our time engaging in various activities, it has interesting implications.

If work can be represented by feathers and leisure time by lead, we can start to catch on as to how we are to balance the two.

I found myself so intrigued by this thought that I began to test its application to other difficult balancing acts.  What would this model say about our call to "be in the world, but not of the world"?

On a not entirely unrelated note, I find myself often cringing when I hear someone repeat the maxim "Everything in moderation."  The simple fact is, we  Latter-day Saints are not a people of moderation.  We are extreme and unyielding in the things that matter most.

There is not moderation in our abstinence from the substances listed in the Word of Wisdom.  Moderation is not found in our zeal in spreading the Gospel.  And there certainly isn't any moderation in our worship of the Lord.

I would say, however, that there is more of an idea of balance in all things for the Saints, especially when we include the modifier "appropriate balance" in the discussion.  If we balance our many competing priorities and our many calls to be Latter-day Saint and human using the model above, I would be very much in favor of an adage exhorting us to have divinely mandated balance in all things.


*Spencer W. Kimball, Teachings of Spencer W. Kimball, 362.
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Who Are You?

Eleanor Roosevelt once said that "nobody can make you feel inferior without your consent."  I'm here to take that a few steps further; to share with you some of the big A-Ha!s that Heavenly Father has give me these past few years.

A huge cornerstone to my stalwartocity (It's a word!  Okay, maybe it's not a word...) has come from the divine empowerment that has come, little by little, by a more perfect understanding of what faith truly is.  The capacity of the power of human faith is bottomless because it is powered by the infinity of Deity.  We read of truly power-full persons moving mountains by faith in a number of places (my favorite example can be found 
here).  We are promised that same power.

So why don't we draw upon it ourselves?

When it comes down to it, we give too much of our empowerment away to other people.  You are not the person someone else sees.  You were born imbued with power from on high.  Your job here is to learn how to access that limitless pool of power.

If you're going to see yourself through anyone else's eyes, make sure they belong to Deity.

True story:  the very first time I met with missionaries, they sang "I Am A Child of God" to me.  A cappella.  Off key.  Honestly, to a non-Mormon, the song can seem kind of...trite.  Needless to say, I got baptized anyway.  Then I read The Lectures on Faith.  And my world exploded.  If you have never read it (and I'm continually amazed that the vast majority of Mormons haven't!), do it.  Now.

If we really, really believed that we are children of God–heirs to Heavenly Parents–would we, could we, limit ourselves to the doldrums of an earthly reality?  Would we believe someone else when they didn't recognize us for what we are?  Would we give someone else the power to define us?

...Would your identity lay anywhere other than that rock solid knowledge of your own divinity?

There's this story about Napoleon.  (This may seem like a tangent, but it's not, I promise.)

Basically, it was practice at coronations for the Pope to crown the impending kings and queens in order to symbolize God's divine investiture in their reign.  Napoleon, however, took the crown from Pope Pius VII and crowned himself.  According to legend, Napoleon did this in order to show that he didn't need God's approval to be the emperor and that the power was in his hands alone to be an agent.

Listen.  I'm not asking you to be Napoleon.  Seriously.

I'm not asking you to become arrogant and self-important.  What I'm asking you to realize is that you have already been promised the crown.  You don't need to put it on your own head.  Just don't let anyone else convince you that the crown isn't yours in the first place.

I started here with a quote, and I'll end with one:*
They are the weakest, however strong, who have no faith in themselves or their own powers.  –Christian Bovee

*Can I just point out that the webpage that supplied both of my quotes also has one from Tyra Banks on an episode of America's Next Top Model...?  Yeah, that kind of shoots through its credibility.
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Nor Any Manner of -ITES

A few years ago, a good friend of mine proclaimed from the pulpit during Sacrament meeting that tolerance was one of her least favorite words in the English language.  "Tolerance" she said, "is not enough to fulfill our covenants with the Lord."  Needless to say, I developed a girl crush (it's the female form of bromance) right then and there.

Those words came rushing back to me the other day, as I stood in the Apple store in Salt Lake City replacing my broken iPhone.  The store representative had taken my recently toileted (yes, that's an adjectival verb) phone and was off doing his thing, so I was left standing there with nothing to do for a few minutes.  Something at the front of the store caught my eye, so I walked forward to take a look, but before I even took three or four steps, I was caught up in a scene that was taking place just outside the store's large, shiny facade.  I stood there, looking out from inside the very epitome of wealth and luxury at a homeless person meekly asking for change.

He wasn't intrusive or aggressive.  He didn't even have a sign.  Just a cup and ragged clothing, certainly not enough to keep the wind from cutting him to the core on that gusty winter night.  And, as I watched, perhaps two dozen people walked briskly by, most avoiding eye contact.  None were visibly rude, but each just walked by pretending not to see him in the first place.  I knew what they were doing because I have done it myself.

In fact, I had probably done the same thing when walking into the store.

In that moment, my heart ached.  I looked at that man–that brother–with renewed eyes.  I am not going to tell you what I did next, because it's not important to what I'm trying to say here.  But, here's what I learned:  Tolerance is not enough.

Each of us walking past that brother looked away, pretending not to see him–an act that was probably seen as polite in our subconscious minds.  Either overtly or not, we likely thought of him as a nuisance and we tolerated him by not thinking to ourselves about how he got to the place in which he was.  In short, we endured his presence.  Perhaps more importantly, each of us tolerated this disparity in human experience with little or no thought.

Recently, I watched a TEDtalk by Krista Tippett from The Charter for Compassion in which she hopes to have us reclaim compassion through making it more accessible.  In this talk, she addresses the idea of tolerance powerfully:
When this country first encountered genuine diversity, in the 1960's, we adopted tolerance as the core civic virtue with which we would approach that.  Now, the word 'tolerance,' if you would look at it in the dictionary, connotes allowing, indulging and enduring.  In the medical context that it comes from, it is about testing the limits of thriving in an unfavorable environment.  Tolerance is not really a lived virtue, it's more of a cerebral kind of ascent.  And it's too cerebral to animate guts and heart and behavior when the going gets rough...and the going is pretty rough right now.  I think that without perhaps being able to name it, we are collectively experiencing that we have come as far as we can with tolerance as our only guiding virtue.
I would say that as Latter-day Saints who have made very specific covenants with the Lord to love one another and to mourn with those who mourn (not to mention consecration), the above quote is even more important, even more condemning.

Since that night at the Apple store, I have thought much about tolerance, about how I have not done enough in the way of fulfilling my covenants in this regard.  Tolerance, I think, is a big issue for Latter-day Saints...and one of which we are not necessarily on the winning side.  We do a lot of good but, here, on this issue, I believe there is ground to be won.

I have thought often, of how that man must have had such a greater need to tolerate me and others like me in ignoring him; how greater of a need there must have been for him to turn the blind eye to my arrogance and my pride.  That's the irony with tolerance; those who proclaim to be tolerating really are those who need to be endured by others.

How different would our actions be, I wonder, if tolerance–the word and the idea–were to be rooted out from our ranks.  What would take its place?  Is it possible that there would be a greater emphasis on and energy toward true love?  Would our rhetoric change?  What about the private thoughts we think that nobody else knows?

One last question:  Did Christ ever tolerate anyone?
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