I wrote this post in my head, wide awake at 3 AM in an uncomfy bed.
On the sweetness of Mormon life. All is not well in Zion, but there are still pearls in the field. Brother Joseph and Brother Brigham can rest content.
I have a big, green lawn that wraps around the house. I just finished scattering gypsum and reseeding a few bare patches. That’s my lawncare routine: fertilizer once or twice a year, gypsum once or twice a year, pull dandelions, maybe spray for dandelions when my dander gets up, and reseed occasionally. My kids mow it (high), and I water well. This is not a demanding routine. But it seems to work. My lawn isn’t manicured but it is cool and soft and looks inviting.
Lawns have a bad rap. They take up too much time, they take up too much space, they take up too much water. Water, I don’t think people should care about. Water is a renewable resource. Dearth of water in any one area is just a technical and political problem.
Lawns do take up some time and space. But so do kids. If kids are what your lawn is for, it takes away the problem. (more…)
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Many of the revelatory insights that have most reached to my soul have come when listening to a bland talk at church cover the same old ground in the same old way; when swapping pet platitudes in Elder’s Quorum with men I’ve known since I was a kid; and when re-reading scripture.
There is no novelty without familiarity.
The active mind when it hears a new thing considers arguments pro and con. When it hears an old thing, the active mind contemplates. It probes deeper.
The human person has a very nearly infinite capacity for self-delusion. That’s why I consider myself religious… but not spiritual. Whatever in religious practice may seem dull, mundane, and ordinary is more to be trusted than those parts of it which seem highly emotional or consciousness-raising.
-thus Nick B. Steves, offered for consideration and not by way of endorsement.
Mormonism is a highly unusual mix of emotionalism and workmanlike pragmatism. The only other place I’ve seen that is the family: gooey sentiment, checkbooks, and diapers.
On the sweetness of Mormon life.
Easter Morning. You take family pictures under the Bradford Pear. Then you take more pictures after you remember to remove the hanging mosquito trap.
You go to church. You take the sacrament. A girl receives the gift of the Holy Ghost.
You know a guy. His wife is one of us. He is not. He and you butcher animals together. Most recently, your two hogs two weeks ago.
He is a little rough. Last time you were out together, he makes a point of buying chaw and chewing it. “I hope you don’t mind,” he says,” but if you did I’d do it anyway.” You work to conceal your amusement. (more…)