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Happy Birthday, Betsey Pearl

May 04th, 2016 by G.

Bonny Baby Betsey

11 years ago my first daughter died of cancer. This is what I wrote on her birthday that year, with slight updates since. Today would be Betsey’s 15th birthday. Happy Birthday, sweetheart, it’s been a long time and always getting longer.
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May 04th, 2016 07:56:11

The Creation of Adam

April 27th, 2016 by Vader

I have been regarding Michelangelo’s great work.

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April 27th, 2016 11:44:43

Possibly the best Easter sermon you will hear this year

March 25th, 2016 by Vader

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March 25th, 2016 16:13:02

The First Feel of the Water

March 24th, 2016 by G.

Overheard from a missionary:

Our families are worth the world to us.
We are worth the world to God.

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March 24th, 2016 08:11:42

Some theological speculations regarding the Heavenly Mother

February 07th, 2016 by Vader

Keeping in mind that these ruminations are purely speculative.

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February 07th, 2016 04:56:30

Once Again, as in Olden Days

December 22nd, 2015 by G.

Each holiday has its own character and its own image.  Our American 4th of July is about sun, noise, grilling, healthy flesh.  The image of Thanksgiving is a good appetite and the stuffed extended family lolling about afterwards, desultorily playing at games.  Christmas is unusual–it has two main images

The first theme is the happy, domestic one.  It’s the family gathered around the  tree.  Lights are dim.  There’s probably a fire and a fireplace.  People are happy and smiling.

The other image is the spiritual feeling of the clear, cold night sky with the remote and beautiful stars.  Christmas spirituality is the spirituality of looking up at the night sky when everything is still.

Our normal image of the birth of Jesus combines the two.  We see the cozy stable, warmly and dimly lit by a lamp, with the small family gathered in around, and the animals gathered in, and the shepherds and such.  Then around them the night and the stars, especially the one bright star.

 

Easter is a morning holiday.  Christmas is perhaps more about Christmas Eve than Christmas morning. Certainly there are more rituals associated with Christmas Eve then there are our Christmas morning. Christmas Eve is when the candles are lit, when the children act out the nativity, when we dig dirt to fill our paper bags for luminarias, when we set up the stockings and put out milk for Santa.

The other night holiday is spooky.  Christmas Eve isn’t.   But the night, the clear, cold night, still takes the holiday out of the ordinary.

Sunrise and sunset are great for casual glancing enjoyment in passing. But if you really look at them they seem to demand something more. You see that there is a glory about them that approaches the transcendent.  You want to have an appreciation that is worthy of the site. You want to commune. And you can’t.  If you try–when I try–frustration results.

For many people, Christmas is a pretty frustrating holiday.  I love Christmas, personally, but I understand the frustration.  Christmas isn’t only a time to have a shindy.  There is a spiritual element there, a grandeur, and it demands that you reach out for it, and your reaching always never quite succeeds.  You never fully commune.

Today I told my family that I had had a dream.  When they were grown, I said, and I and their mother were gone, I dreamed that on Christmas Eve when all was quiet and still, when the only light was from the tree and the dying fire, I would be permitted to return.  I would be permitted to sit by the tree and remember when they were young.  Perhaps, I told them, if they briefly awoke they might hear the sound of rocking, and know that the old ties were still there.

The truth is that I already spend part of Christmas Eve night that way.  After the children are all gone to bed and I’ve finished wrapping and bustling, I usually sit by the dying fire for awhile.  I contemplate the lights, and think of Christmases that have gone, and the Christmases to come when my children will be grown.  My wife says I puzzle her.  For someone who loves Christmas so much, she says, I can get remarkably melancholic about it.

Remembering old days, my childhood days and my children’s, that will not come again, is part of the melancholy.  Another part is my inability to fully penetrate into the heart of Christmas.  I have never fully gone inside.

But I keep trying.  Because there is a voice that whispers.  It promises that someday I will be at the very manger, and all the old Christmases will be one.

 

 

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December 22nd, 2015 07:37:58

When the inconsequential becomes consequential

October 11th, 2015 by Vader

It was Fast and Testimony Meeting in my ward today. I normally sit towards the back, where all the Class C medical devices I’m wrapped in are a bit less of a distraction for my fellow Saints.

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October 11th, 2015 15:08:10

Hope in Marriage and in the Church

September 02nd, 2015 by G.

The most powerful image of covenant in the scriptures for me is the image of marriage. Israel, we are told, is like the (often faithless) spouse of God.

A marriage is a relationship that is defined by reciprocal promises, but it isn’t just defined by reciprocal promises. It is also defined by love, passion, and what I think of as habits of affection. We often think of love as a kind of Dionysian force that assaults us, but married love is more than simply Dionysian. It is also agricultural, something that one treasures, cultivates, and seeks to protect. I think it suggestive that in English “husband” can denote both a spouse and a farmer.

-thus Nate Oman.

Coincidentally, or perhaps not coincidentally, my poppets, I was thinking on the same subject this morning.  (more…)

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September 02nd, 2015 08:49:20

Mormon theology and memory

June 25th, 2015 by Bruce Charlton

Insofar as Mormon theology implies a rejection of the classical metaphyics of a disembodied God outside of space and time; it seems to imply a different infinite: that space is infinite.

Because for there to be significance, there must be permanence, and permanence requires permanence of memory.

Since memory must occupy space, and there must be scope for progression; then space must not be limited – space must be infinite so that a growing reality can always accomodate permanent cumulative memories.

Either we must be always expanding into infinity; or else breaking into new infinities – those new universes of the King Follett dicourse, perhaps.

But, whenever we find ourselves referencing infinities; we should recognise that we have crossed the edge of our understanding.

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June 25th, 2015 03:50:55

Let Him Who is Filthy, Be Filthy Still

June 22nd, 2015 by G.

The tragic vision of Mormon Christianity has four dimensions.

The first tragedy is that growth can only come through suffering and death.

The second tragedy is that free will means people can choose with finality to reject God and damn themselves.

The third tragedy is the tragedy that those we love can only grow through suffering and death and sometimes choose not to grow. Love holds us hostage to them, and it has to, or else it wouldn’t be love.

The fourth tragedy is that people miss out on growth that they are capable of, because they refuse to take the steps that would get them there. And perhaps nothing can be done about this.

 

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June 22nd, 2015 12:00:50

Where God lies

June 20th, 2015 by Vader

One of the most important and fruitful branches of higher mathematics is group theory. And one of the most fruitful branches of group theory is the theory of Lie groups and the associated symmetries.

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June 20th, 2015 10:45:07

The Pitiless Gaze of Oneself

May 16th, 2015 by Man SL

A man will always be judged, full stop. A person will always be judged, full stop. You will always be judged for everything you do for every second you are doing it.

thus Donovan Greene

The judges are God, everyone else, and yourself.

Thing is, you want it.  You want to be judged and found worthy.

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May 16th, 2015 16:28:40

The Past is a Childish Country

May 13th, 2015 by G.

The other day, when we were getting ready to put the kids to bed, our oldest pulled one of us aside and described a day he suddenly remembered from a few years ago, “when I was little.” It was nothing very unusual, just a funny way we were sitting next to each other and talking. But he recalled it with what was clearly a lot of fondness. Here was a seven-year-old waxing nostalgic about the good old days when he was four, and we thought how much more of this he has to look forward to, how many more years he has to pile up good memories before he leaves the nest for good. And all of us will have this to draw on for the rest of our lives.

-the Tracinskis

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May 13th, 2015 09:14:39

Happy Birthday, Betsey Pearl

May 04th, 2015 by G.

Today would be Betsey’s 14th birthday. This is what I wrote on her birthday  ten years ago.
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May 04th, 2015 07:54:35

Angina Monologue 14

April 12th, 2015 by Vader

I’ve discovered this week just how much His Majesty can be a pain in the

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April 12th, 2015 22:00:24