On the sweetness of Mormon life. (more…)
It is night. You are laying in bed. The rising moon makes your curtains glow with a faint luminance. Your mind and body are at rest. You hear your wife breath in slow rhythm. You think she is asleep. (more…)
You have a new bishopric. This is their first Sunday. They are fumbling a little. The counselor releases your ward mission leader, Brother X, and then asks for a vote of thanks to him or her. He adlibs that the bishopric is here to serve the ward, if only through comic relief.
The theme for the talks is Boy Scouting. You are worried; a nice investigator family with the cute little daughters of the world is attending for the first time. The talks won’t have much to offer them, you think. The first speaker is the Scoutmaster. He has a bunch of girls, no boys. “My job,” he says, “is to raise the kind of men I’d want my daughters to marry.” Bingo.
A guy who moved in to your ward a year ago tells how a dream his little sister had, telling her to go to primary, brought him back into the church as a teenager (no one else in the family wanted to take her, so he got the detail).
In Elders’ Quorum your baby daughter belches like a hog after you give her a bottle. You spend the afternoon making lemon icecream and French fries for your oldest daughter’s birthday dinner.
That is your Mormon Sunday.
On the sweetness of Mormon life. Dan Peterson writes eloquently about going to church.
A small excerpt:
Some have noticed that, once Americans are out of high school and into their mid-twenties, most never sing much any more. A small thing, you might think, but not completely unimportant. Church, however, offers not only congregational singing, but the chance to participate in a choir. And, for some, the opportunity to play the piano and the organ on a regular basis. Good things. They keep music alive among ordinary people who aren’t professionals at it. We who participate in church have other sources of music beyond iPods. We’re not just passive consumers of it.
On the sweetness of Mormon life.
Because your wife is the Stake Primary President and has to spend most Sundays out visiting other wards; because the two of you have a little baby; because she took your oldest daughter with her to help with the baby; because of all that, it is early Sunday afternoon, your middle daughters and little son are eating the sandwiches you made for them, and you are enjoying lassitude in the winter sun streaming through the windows. (more…)
On the sweetness of Mormon life (more…)
Our ward had its Christmas program today in Sacrament Meeting.
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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