Browsing All posts tagged under »unity«

One Healthy Body

December 21, 2012


The Word of Wisdom is about the law of consecration. Until a couple of weeks ago, I didn’t know that. I’m reading the Doctrine and Covenants during November and December for my personal scripture study, journaling my life and observations as I go, and when I read Section 89 I stopped abruptly at these words (emphasis […]

In God’s House

December 15, 2012


When I was 13 a group of people came to my congregation to destroy. They sat among us on a first Sunday, when we fast and come together to share our tender testimonies of Jesus Christ. One of our own took his turn, grasped the podium and leaned into the microphone, and began yelling excoriations […]

I Hope You Know

June 9, 2012


I talked to three people yesterday who are having heart-rending, soul-grinding experiences. As I hung up the phone after one of those conversations, I wondered at how common this is. I gave myself a minute to name all the people I know whose lives are being wrung out by “the tether and pang of the […]

Gifts, Privileges, and Power

May 2, 2012


Cross-posted at Wheat and Tares. Three years ago, at 6AM on a soon-to-be-scorching July day, I received a phone call from my 15-year-old son’s priesthood leader. They were on a float trip, in Moab that morning, and my boy had been throwing up all night. It was the height of the H1N1 media campaign and his […]

In Defense of Feminism

April 14, 2012


For conservatives, the mere word brings up images of carping women demanding not parity, but outrageous concessions. Feminists are, in my faith, considered some of the worst examples of apostates, overturning a natural order of things that is not only wholesome but sacred. To women, they are the narrow-eyed critics of stay-at-home-moms and threaten the […]


January 7, 2012


We are a nation of underdogs. We champion the little guy, the small businessman, and the Horatio-Alger-couldn’t-win-but-does-with-grit types. It’s probably that scrapping history of people hewn as roughly from the wilderness as their log cabins were, chins turned up resolutely but glancing at the more elegant shores of Europe like a child with nose pressed […]