My son Bret and I attended a Stake fireside last night. It was advertised as answering questions about the Da Vinci Code. We were encouraged to bring our non-member friends.
On my last post about what women wear to church, Natalie and Bret made comments that got me thinking about the difference between Doctrine, Personal Opinion and what applies to me.
My favorite of Shakespeare’s plays is the tragedy Macbeth. The play’s main character, Macbeth, Thane of Glamis encounters three witches who hail him as Thane of Glamis, Thane of Cawdor and King. This of course confuses Macbeth and he asks the witches to explain themselves whereupon they immediately disappear. At that moment he receives word that the former Thane of Cawdor has died and Macbeth is now Thane of Cawdor. Gripped by the reality of the witches’ prophesy he stumbles through the Great Question. The same Great Question that the writers of Back to the Future had to deal with along with anyone who has been informed of future events. The question is:
Now that we’ve had our say on men and white shirts, what about the women?
Boy did John catch some flak today at our High Priest’s meeting.
I promised a Q&A, and here it is.
A few of the questions are ones that y’all have raised… and some of them are one’s I have myself.
Hopefully, I’ll do them all justice.
Okay, confession time. Who knew about, saw and explored the MTC tunnels? I assumed everyone at least knew about them, if not saw and explored them. It’s just a part of the MTC experience.
For those not in-the-know, there are tunnels under the MTC that connect all the buildings and presumably connect it to BYU (some say they connected to the DC temple, but I’m still waiting on the evidence). The way to get to them is that whoever is going gets in the elevator and pushes the basement button. A couple or three guys on the first floor hold the door closed when it reaches that level and then the elevator stalls and stalls and finally goes to the basement and violá! Tunnels!
Now, I never explored them. I went below and saw them but never stepped foot outside the elevator (I don’t know why, it’s not like I promised to never explore the tunnels). But my greenie (now brother-in-law) explored them with others in his district, took pictures and made a map (and can you believe it, he was still a good missionary). I guess there were a lot of missionaries who did this because in the pictures my greenie took I saw a lot of graffiti of elder’s signatures.
So fess up folks, who knew about them, who saw them, and who explored them?
My greenie’s name was Elder Plummer. The day I got him he showed me the maps he made of the MTC tunnels… I immediately knew he was going to be a cool companion. In our short month together I’m sure he told me that he had a little sister, (and he likely didn’t tell me she was hot) but I had long forgotten by the time he got home from his mission.
So I’ve spent the last little while giving background for my feelings on gay marriage… without really sharing my feelings.
I guess it’s time that I get to the point: I don’t think the government should recognize gay unions as "marriage" for statutory purposes.
This post was submitted by A Random John, FGB (Former Guest-Blogger).
Moses 4:1 reads:
And I, the Lord God, spake unto Moses, saying: That Satan, whom thou hast commanded in the name of mine Only Begotten, is the same which was from the beginning, and he came before me, saying—Behold, here am I, send me, I will be thy son, and I will redeem all mankind, that one soul shall not be lost, and surely I will do it; wherefore give me thine honor.
My son and I went to a Bible study group last night. It was conducted by a very famous Bible expert.
The crickets are chirping here at Nine Moons. My excuse is that I’m renovating our bathroom in the evenings (I finally installed the toilet last night… YAY!!!) and being sick from inhaling all the dust that has settled all over every square inch of our apartment (which isn’t a whole lot of square inches mind you). Maybe when I’m done I’ll write some crappy post about how renovating is like repenting, you start with a whole new you… or something. I just need to let my hands heal from all these new callouses I’m forming.
(I assume my dad hasn’t written because he’s still crying about the Seahawk loss in the Superbowl and I don’t know what Silus’ exuse is, but it probably has something to do with the fact that he’s gay.)
I’m sure none in the bloggernacle watch American Idol, so you probably won’t even know what I’m talking about.