A fourteen-year old boy is speaking church.  He shows his broken wrist. “I broke it diving back to first base,” he said.  “I was safe,” he adds.

“Now I can’t play baseball.  Or my cello.  Or”–he hangs his head–“play video games.”

“I was bored so I’ve just been sleeping a lot.”  Pause.  “I didn’t know seminary was so spiritual!”

JG Friend Bobdaduck had something wise to say about virtues.

there’s a virtue we have a sense of in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints because we reference it often, but we don’t have a concise word for it, so I’m not sure we realize we reference it so often, but I think its fair to say Latter-Day Saints have a more attuned conscience about this, which is the virtue of stewardship, or lineage, or of “magnifying your calling”, or of “multiplying your talents”

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Brother Giraud-Carrier quoted C.S. Lewis in the Weight of Glory.

There are no ordinary people. You have never talked to a mere mortal. Nations, cultures, arts, civilization—these are mortal, and their life is to ours as the life of a gnat.

The shallow understanding of this is that therefore those things–nations, cultures, arts, civilization–don’t matter.  The true understanding is that they do matter, because they matter to you.

There will always be an America because there will always be Americans.

What a wonderful truth.  If you hold on to your divine family, in turn everything you hold on to will last forever.  The formal sealing power is ultimately just a recognition of who and what you love.

I have a beautiful vision of our nations and their peculiarities being the way they are, be it America or some shantytown in the third world, because the incomparable bright angel who guides that nation remembers far off his childhood when he was a mortal with fast cars on the open road, or happy kids playing at football between the shacks.

Its funny that we have a Valerí Cordón and a Bonnie Cordon.  Bless ’em both.

This  General Conference Elder Cordón went into territory that I think a lot of members haven’t caught up to in their minds yet.

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We do not live in fear of the Lamanites.
We have not suffered from vicious Lamanite depravity.
The worst we, personally, have suffered from the Lamanites is some wicked good Indian Fry Bread.

The Nephites in the Book of Mormon had ‘good’ reasons to be angry with the Lamanites. Of course, I deliberately use quote marks around good in this instance. But my point is, we see things differently from the perspective of being 2 millennia later. All they knew was that their friends and family members were taken for human sacrifices.

But we also know the Lamanites, when converted, were FAR, FAR more faithful than the Nephites. The only reason the faithful survived at all, was because of the converted Lamanites. There is a good argument to be made that the Lamanites are the heroes of the Book of Mormon.

Now, let’s discuss current events. I will do this will all the grace I am capable of… so imagine rabid bulls in a china shop.

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During Sister Wright and Brother Daines’ talk I wrote “these are very ‘feminine’ themes.”  Comfort, relief, acceptance, etc.

At one time I believed that churches including occasionally ours were too feminine in their approach and focus, driving men away.  So ‘feminine’ themes gave me allergies.  Now, whatever the truth of that particular sociological observation, I have realized that femininity is one of the foundational truths of the world.  There should be a complete and moving ‘feminine’ version of the gospel that will appeal to women but also to men, because it is tapping something deep and godly.  There should likewise be a complete and moving ‘masculine’ version of the gospel about duty and honor and glory and triumph that will appeal to men, but also to women.  And approaches that are both, and approaches that cut orthogonally.  The eternities cannot be fully contained in one mortal package.

The problem, if there is a problem, is not too much feminized gospel.  It is too little masculinized gospel.

(“To serve in this Church is to stand in the river of God’s love for his children” – wow)

What a great time.  As President Monson might have said, hearts were touched, inspirations were jotted down, apples were canned.

Having General Conference every 3 months might take away the specialness, but I’m willing to try the experiment.

Question:

who presided?  If they announced who was presiding, I missed it.

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I consider a great many (not all, but many) AI concerns to be in the same vein as Caveman Science Fiction.  It is a psyop to keep us from challenging existing power structures. But if we are cavemen (and women), and we have been handed fire, then we ought to learn how to use fire. So… just what do you do with fire, anyway?

We are going to search out the deepest Mysteries of the Book of Abraham.

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Saul goes to the witch of Endor to call up the ghost of Samuel the Prophet.  Which she does.

Wicked Saul.

https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/study/scriptures/ot/1-sam/28?lang=eng

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A real incident, with changes names.  Reminiscent of the Amarillo ice cream incident.

It is 5 AM. Brown is in bed and awake. He would normally be going to the gym right now. But he lies in bed awake because he does not want to disturb his wife’s sister and her family who just go in last night from a long drive and who are now sleeping on various of his couches and floors. He can lay there till 6:00 and still be fine for work. No, 6:30. He feels peaceful.

Here lies Cyan. She is awake on a bedroll on her sister’s living room floor. She doesn’t want to disturb her sister’s family, who are no doubt not used to early risers clumping around at 5 AM.

Here lies Ruby. She is awake in bed. But her sister’s family needs their sleep and besides, her husband Brown is breathing so peacefully beside her. She will wait.

Here lies Green. It is 5 AM and he can’t sleep. Next to him on the floor his wife Cyan seems to be moving in her sleep somewhat restlessly. Best be quiet lest he wake her.

Here lies Shale. Her cousins and Aunt and Uncle are sleeping so she can’t get up. Frustrating ….

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My daughter helped me solve a puzzle about peace.

Quotes below are excerpts from her journal she sent me.

In my Classical Civilization class we spent a lot of time talking about what violence does to us psychologically/when it invests us so heavily in a story.  One guy said something I thought was really cool – he said that that’s something we’re drawn too because God is perfectly violent – (sometimes death is merciful) and that same ability to conquer/defend/protect is sooo appealing to us, but easy to get wrong.

Then a ton of girls raised their hands and just tore into this guy.  “God isn’t violent.  He’s the opposite.  He is loving and kind and anything violent ever comes from the devil” etc.  [No wonder guys today are emasculated.  God is being emasculated.]

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From Eric, in the Anti Nephi Lehi post

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I’m reminded of a story President Eyring told in conference about a man who had once been a district missionary companion of his. The man had a pretty rough past that included a bitter divorce and losing his children, along with losing an eye in an accident, before coming back to the Church when he discovered a copy of the Book of Mormon in the bottom of a trunk. Brother Eyring described one time when he and the man were teaching together:

I asked the people we were teaching, as I testified of the power of the Savior’s Atonement, to look at him. He had been washed clean and given a new heart, and I knew they would see that in his face. I told the people that what they saw was evidence that the Atonement of Jesus Christ could wash away all the corrosive effects of sin.

That was the only time he ever rebuked me. He told me in the darkness outside the trailer where we had been teaching that I should have told the people that while God was able to give him a new heart, He had not been able to give him back his wife and his children and what he might have done for them. But he had not looked back in sorrow and regret for what might have been. He moved forward, lifted by faith, to what yet might be.

One day he told me that in a dream the night before, the sight in his blind eye was restored. He realized that the dream was a glimpse of a future day, walking among loving people in the light of a glorious resurrection. Tears of joy ran down the deeply lined face of that towering, raw-boned man. He spoke to me quietly, with a radiant smile. I don’t remember what he said he saw, but I remember that his face shone with happy anticipation as he described the view. With the Lord’s help and the miracle of that book in the bottom of a trunk, it had not for him been too late nor the way too hard.

While repentance and accepting the atonement set us in the right direction, we shouldn’t be surprised when some things, like a missing eye, aren’t set right until the resurrection.

It occurred to me that the Anti Nephi Lehis are a type of the view we have that judgment is when capabilities we absolutely cannot handle well are stripped from us.

A lot of people in the Church are extremely whiny about the idea that repentance might not completely wipe away the effects of some kinds of sin, especially sexual sin.  Be very careful about what analogy or metaphor you use to describe it or else the Analogy Police and the Metaphor Cops will descend upon you.  (And you will inevitably be accused of fostering suicide).

But.

Dangit, I’m going to poke the tiger.  (Sorry if the tiger is you.  Sorry sorry sorry).

The thing is, a lot of sin IS like nailing a board.  When you repent the nails gets removed, the damage stops, the board is fit for the purpose again, but it still has a nail hole.  Getting back into grace is sweet and right but your life doesn’t instantly jump timelines and get back on the track you would have been sans sin.  The effects can linger for months, years, or a lifetime.

Look at the Anti Nephi Lehis.  Because of their sins of rage, they had to lay down their weapons and become pacifists.  The capability and the blessings of self-defense and righteous physical power were denied them for a generation.  There were other blessings that came of it, their magnificent martyrdom for instance, but they couldn’t just act like the thing they repented of had never happened.

P.S.  What are the best theories about what Anti Nephi Lehi means anyway?  I remember reading something in the good ol’ days of FARMS, but can’t find it now for some reason.

Three Saints met.

I am the Prophet, said the first. I give guidance from God.

I am the Bishop, said the second. I am a Judge in Israel and a minister to His flock.

I am just the Nursery Leader, said the third. The Nursery Leader looked downcast.

The Bishop tried to offer some kind of reassurance but the Prophet hushed him.

All I do is . . . the Nursery Leader went on . . . All I do is . . . is personally hold and sing with and teach literal children of God at their earliest and most impressionable stages.

The Nursery Leader brightened.

The Nursery Leader then added, “and I wouldn’t be able to do any of it if it weren’t for the guidance from the Prophet and the calling from the Bishop!”

They all three were very happy together.

Catholics believe that the sacrament literally becomes the body of Christ in a sense. I used to think that belief was grotesque. Just as every drop of water you drink is probably dinosaur pee, it would mean the communicant was — pardon me for being vulgar here — pooping out Christ. But the3 grotesqueness of that image is just a hangover from the false sectarian belief that the body and its functions are lesser. All that is really grotesque in Christianity comes from the Incarnation, where God Himself stunk into his nappy when he was a baby and squatted to poop when he was an adult.

Now I think that if I were a Catholic, I would relish the image of God slowly filling up the world as he was sluffed off from my skin, sweat from my pores, emptied from my bladder, and evacuated from bowels and nostrils. Bled from my hurts. Shed from my tears. Puffed out with my breath. I would be in awe that through me God was slowly making the world into divine flesh.

I would not give a hang about transubstantiation vs. consubstantiation, but this I would care a lot about.

I’m not Catholic. So lets bring this idea home. Let’s talk about substantiation.

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