It was Aila’s first Christmas and she was our best gift this year.
I love General Conference. It’s like Christmas without all the commercialism. We hear God speak through the Prophet, Apostles and other church leaders; we are inspired and guided by His words. Before General Conference, I pray to know what questions I should be asking, and on Saturday morning, I write down all my questions at the top of my notes in a red pen. Continue reading “I Love General Conference”
On August 15, the Church issued a revised statement about racism in response to the terrorism in Charlottesville. Its initial statement was too general; it left too much room for misinterpretation. The second statement states that “white supremacist attitudes are morally wrong and sinful.”
Finally, a statement about racism from the Church. I’m hoping for even more. Continue reading “White Privilege in the LDS Church: Unpacking the Invisible Knapsack”
In June, Aila had a big weekend. Continue reading “Aila’s Big Weekend”
A dear friend shared this C.S. Lewis quote on Easter Sunday and it resonated with me deeply:
There is a stage in a child’s life at which it cannot separate the religious from the merely festal character of Christmas or Easter. I have been told of a very small and very devout boy who was heard murmuring to himself on Easter morning a poem of his own composition which began ‘Chocolate eggs and Jesus risen’. This seems to me, for his age, both admirable poetry and admirable piety. But of course the time will soon come when such a child can no longer effortlessly and spontaneously enjoy that unity. He will become able to distinguish the spiritual from the ritual and festal aspect of Easter; chocolate eggs will no longer be sacramental. And once he has distinguished he must put one or the other first. If he puts the spiritual first he can still taste something of Easter in the chocolate eggs; if he puts the eggs first they will soon be no more than any other sweetmeat. They have taken on an independent, and therefore a soon withering, life.
The young child could be Carter; the words of the poem might sound more like, “pink planes and ding dings and candy for me. My testimony in the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.” Continue reading “Chocolate Eggs and Jesus Risen”