On the sweetness of Mormon life (more…)
On the sweetness of Mormon life. (more…)
You give your wife a big squeeze on the way out the door this morning.
You break into a song you are making up as you sing:
It’s a pleasure in life
to gives hugs to your wife–
provided your wife is
She: I wish you didn’t like it when I roll my eyes.
I heard Elder Packer’s voice on my drive to work. Most mornings I listen to something from a mix of scripture and recent general conferences before I switch over to Trollope or the History of Rome podcast or a good recording of Herodotus I found. This morning I heard Elder Packer for the first time since he died. I remembered the talk, of course. It felt like part of the present. There was none of that drudging up you have to do for memories from long ago. I felt that tenderness you can sometimes have for a man you’ve never met. (more…)
On the sweetness of Mormon life.
It’s Saturday evening, and you need to do some ironing for Sunday and the week. Your wife, your lovely one, says, “do you remember when you ironed on one of our dates?” You don’t. She tells you. (more…)
I happened to notice a piece in the local paper about two Virginia cousins playing on the state champion high school baseball team who have decided on Brigham Young University as their college (link). It’s interesting in what it says about family ties and the place of BYU as part of those ties for some families.
Just before Matt Favero pulled the trigger on his college commitment Wednesday afternoon, the Madison rising senior pitcher had to make one call.
On the other end was Pete Nielsen, his cousin and fellow Warhawks rising senior. The two had played baseball together their whole life, and with Nielsen having narrowed his own recruitment to Brigham Young and Virginia, Favero thought his close relative would be interested to hear his college choice.
“I called him and said, ‘Hey Pete, I’m about to commit to BYU,’” Favero said. “I think maybe he was waiting for me to do it; I don’t know.”
In some ways, Favero was right. Even after watching Virginia hoist its first College World Series, Nielsen still felt a stronger tug on his heartstrings from BYU, the same school for which his father, Mike, once suited up and where both his and Favero’s older brothers currently play.
“When Matt told me he was committing to BYU, I was like, ‘Sweet,’” Nielsen said.
Even the Washington Post sports section is running a piece on the sweetness of Mormon life?
On the sweetness of Mormon life.
The “youth” speaker is a little blonde girl who grew up in the better kind of trailer home in a family compound. She turned out to be brain. A couple of years ago, you recall, she won the state science fair or something like that with lasers or transistors or something like that. She went to BYU, got married, and is home for the summer and also very pregnant. Her husband is a Basque-Indio hipster hardcore social conservative. Her topic is service. She takes Paul’s little sermon that begins “Charity never faileth” and replaces charity with service. It is illuminating. (more…)
Thomas Traherne (1636-74) was an English Christian ‘mystical’ writer, whose prose is of unsurpassed beauty (not just my opinion – but this is what CS Lewis said; who had perhaps read more English prose than anyone of his generation).
Traherne – specifically in his prose-poems ‘Centuries of Meditations’ – might be exceptionally appealing and valuable to Mormons.
Appealing because the strongest theme for the reader, the subject of his most incandescent and memorable writing, is the natural innocence and holiness of childhood: a theme which was heretical in the Anglicanism of Traherne’s era, but which fits exactly with Mormon theology.
And valuable, in perhaps encouraging the enormous latent possibilities for Mormon ‘mystical’ writing about the everyday.
In a nutshell, Traherne could be regarded the apotheosis of the Junior Ganymede tag: On the sweetness of Mormon life!
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The illustration is by William Arkle and can be found at:
Saturday I came home mid-morning from helping a neighbor with his irrigation turn. My son met me at the door. Can anyone be as solemn as a kid with an announcement? Solemnly, he informed me he couldn’t plant corn that day. (more…)