There is of course a meaningful arc to Jesus own life.
The innocent baby
The atoning sacrifice
the triumphant resurrected king
For this reason we celebrate Christmas. It is the beginning.
But sometimes I wonder if the real significance of the Christmas story isn’t Mary? There is something heroic in a supremely womanly way about her role.
I have done much of which I repent – since I became a Christian I have discerned and recognized this; and three of the worst of my sins were being a doctor, a scientist and a university teacher.
-from Bruce Charlton
Down, down, down. From here.
Bonneville County is Idaho Falls.
Here is an interesting contrast. I just picked whatever years came up first on a search.
1979 LDS Statistical Report
Members 4,439,000
Children of Record 107,000
24 children per 1,000
(Children of record is the number of babies blessed, which means its the birthrate among people who still have some connection to the Church.)
1986 LDS Statistical Report
Members 6,170,000
Children of Record 93,000
15 children per 1,000
2019 LDS Statistical Report
Members 16,565,000
Children of Record 94,000
6 children per 1,000
2020 LDS Statistical Report
Members 16,660,000
Children of Record 65,540
3 children per 1,000
What strikes me is that we have fewer children now than we did in the late 70s with a quarter of the Saints.
Sometimes when the kids are all piled in one place I feel like a dragon over his hoard.
-thus EDJCB.
Disobedience always is dangerous, but the most dangerous type is when you think you are being more virtuous than the apostles. This ends in you being more Christian than Jesus.
Not to the same degree but there are also dangers in being more virtuous then the mass of the Saints. One way to get around those dangers is to laugh at yourself when you are being sanctimoniously extra righteous. Be extra righteous, but also laugh at yourself.
Not my own insight, but someone said that hookup culture is clearly a forerunner to ‘you will own nothing and you will be (un)happy’
And porn and easy divorce culture and . . .
Men will be punished for their sins.
-thus the second article of faith.
What happens if you read a couple of pages of D&C 132 back to back with Elder Christofferson from May Conference being wryly funny about why we don’t baptize rolls of microfilm?
You see an image in your mind. This is the image you see.
There is a man standing but leaning forward. He is wearing a suit and looks suspiciously like President Nelson. A brilliant light is beaming straight down onto his head, his neck, and his upper back.
His arms are straight out to each side. Each one is resting on the upper back of another man in a suit who is also hunched over a bit, just like the first man, to receive the weight. The light appears to run through the first man’s arms to those two men.
Each of those two men have their arms straight out to the side. Each of them touching the backs of two more men in suits. The light flows through their arms too.
The reason why swearing in this way is bad is because it is a lie.
Strong recommend.
Summary: swearing is usually a very emotionally loaded form of lieing.
Whereas cursing someone is angry and aggressive.
Me: Swearing can be done to comic effect. That isn’t a lie. But it does degrade the linguistic commons. It takes the power from the swearing. Ironically, it is people like us who conspicuously avoid those words who give them their remaining power.
People are saying that the freedom of information act request for Pfizer has turned up a comparatively large number of adverse reactions during the trials.
No link, because I don’t have a source that I completely rely on and haven’t looked at the documents myself.
But if this matters to you, for example because you are thinking of taking another booster or something, you may want to look into it further.
Sometimes when you are on the shore watching the waves roll in
Or on the Alpine granite feeling the wind of the world blow
An elvish mood comes over you
It’s that time of year again. Our Christmas page is up. Check the banner above.
Everything is going to be all right.
The young priest asked God to blave the bread.
He had to do the prayer over.
I was grateful, it gave me a chance to pay attention to the words.
There was a writer from a professional background who went to bull fights and professional wrestling in evening wear. He clapped politely from time to time. When the most deeply pleased, an occasional slight expression would fleet across his face. The regular attendees came to love having him there as kind of a mascot or as a touch of class and took him in. One day one asked him why he just didn’t show up to hoot and holler like everybody else. (more…)
