18 August 2012

Mormon Bellwether

I hope to publish this in BYU's Student Review, but with obvious editing for length and possibly language. This is the first draft, written after reading several replies to posts (that I found quite respectful and moderate) by Mormons in online journals. I realize it is rather forceful and that is why I hesitate posting it, but this issue is very close to me. If someone wants to change, improve, repent then you should forgive and forget. Whisper words of wisdom: Let it be.


“Persecutions may rage, mobs may combine, armies may assemble, calumny may defame, but the truth of God will go forth boldly, nobly, and independent”

I was first enticed to memorize the “Standard of Truth” by a snickers bar when I was fourteen. Years later I realized the depth statements, like this, have within Mormons. This standard states that an absolute truth of God will be shared to everyone everywhere until God says it is enough and that nothing can stop it. Ever since Joseph Smith originated the document in the Wentworth letter, Mormons, especially missionaries, identify themselves as the truth going forth.

So how can someone not aligned with mainstream Mormons (member or not) manage disagreeing with the conservative Mormons, the self-proclaimed embodiment of this truth? Powerful verses, such as the Standard of Truth, are used to indoctrinate the flawlessness of the future for Latter-day Saints. To oppose ideologies like this is not just some philosophical or religious debate to many Mormons; it is a personal attack on their identity and potential. It would be like telling an Israeli Jew that they should give back East Jerusalem or telling a Muslim that Mohammad was not the last prophet. We take offense when our concepts of eternal laws or prophecies are disagreed with.

 Yet, direct and disagreeable opposition to Mormon doctrine and culture seems like the only option for dissenters. I have seen Mormons give in to Sunday School doctrines and ignore any misgivings they receive from other members, friends outside of the church, and the Spirit. I really disagree with that method, because when you close yourself off from further light and knowledge you lose what you have already (and not everything I learned in primary is true doctrine. Sorry). But a far worse option I see many people choose is to leave the church or never learn about it because they are offended by some phrase in a talk or line in an outdated book, once treated as a source of doctrine.

I see the church described in the Standard of Truth as a herd of buffalo. It is big. It consumes the very earth beneath it as it moves toward its goals. No amount of force can do much to alter or stop the path of the herd. Its momentum is too great. It is made up of too many individual members. False thoughts shared decades (or months) ago have shifted our path and it seems no outside force can reverse the change. But that is one point the Standard of Truth makes, “no unhallowed hand can stop the work from progressing.” The unhallowed, the unholy, the hateful, the spiteful cannot stop this herd from moving and growing. And it is just as Joseph Smith said in the Wentworth letter, “Persecution has not stopped the progress of truth, but has only added fuel to the flame…” If you remove yourself from the church, from the herd, and then try to alter its course then you shall fail. It is not that we are not wrong sometimes but that we are so proud to be opposed to the world, even if the world is our friends or family.

Since I am talking about cattle and Mormons, I think sheep is an appropriate matter to bring up. A bellwether is a sheep that is chosen within a flock to initiate movement and direction. It is still within the herd, but the others trust it to lead, to think. People of all sorts simplify their lives by choosing areas where they can act more and think less. We assign ourselves bellwethers in the workplace (often our bosses), in fashion (celebrities), in entertainment (Oscars), and throughout our lives. This is not a bad thing, because no one can control everything. So imagine the impact you could have by being a bellwether within the flock. You would still have to look, sound, and smell like a sheep, but really, you would not have to think like the other sheep. But really, you are leading the flock to green pastures and living waters. But really, you are avoiding the pitfalls that infest the elitist lands of Utah and the self-contained Mormon policies and politics. If you disagree with Mormon doctrine, policy, or tradition imagine what you could do if you became a trusted bellwether within a flock, instead of aggressively opposing the church and its members.

For me, one moment that helped me move in a better direction was in the spring of 2012 when “It Gets Better, at BYU” videos were published on youtube.com. I recognized a lot of friends in those videos. I have never hated homosexuals. And I cannot say I did not make some assumptions about a few of the people I knew who shared their stories in those videos. But those videos moved me to stop being complacent as friends and family members insulted homosexuals and their desires. I was changed by people in my flock to be more supportive of love and more understanding of individual’s challenges.

(these are the two endings I came up with)

In a way, I suppose I am encouraging you to be a part of the church, to make yourself acceptable, so that you can have an influence, a voice. Would you rather be allowed to look differently or think differently?

So, to those insisting on insulting the attempts of Mormons to empower women or support homosexuals or see both sides of international conflicts,  maybe if you spend more time with the herd being a bull (or heifer), you’d have to deal with less of the s*** you wallow in by measuring our every step and mistake. Please, help us move in a better direction instead of throwing the crap at us that some of us are trying to move past.

10 August 2012

Jerusalem, I won't forget you

Strong emotions run through these veins. Maybe they come from the remnants of my exhaustion. Maybe I miss the people. Maybe it is the Civil War era cannon I can see behind my computer in the library. I hope that stages the level of internal confusion.

I miss dancing, people, food, classes, the color green, swimming, Natalie, Spiritual Sunday Cinema, attending church on Sunday (even though I still think Saturday is a better day for it), music, family, Prescott, mountains, shorts, and many much things. But the problem is I'll always be missing things I suppose. I miss the Dome of the Rock, the call to prayer, trash in the streets, buffets at every meal, classes on religion that I enjoy and satisfy my need to think as part of my study, a new group of people, knowing that every street holds a historically significant place, falafel, missing things in the states, exploring one of the most fascinating places I'll ever live (seriously, the center we lived at has more secrets than I could hope to find in three months), and having unique adventures every day.

Getting to Provo involved 46 hours awake and 31 hours traveling. Which was actually 6 hours more than it had to be, but I might have gotten myself lost between Salt Lake City and Provo. This morning I woke up at 4 am. My first thoughts were, "It's dark. Too dark. I'm not where I think I am. I'm not in Jerusalem. Where am I? Oh yeah, I'm at the Moore's :) (I wasn't thinking in emoticons, but I did smile). You know this room. Map it out. Alright. What time is it? 4 am... You should say 'good morning' to Natalie. No, it is way too early. Yeah, too early. Go back to sleep." It has been a slow day. I've really needed to recover. But it was wonderful to walk around at noon and notice how cool 95 degrees feels after this summer.

Despite living in a city layered in Jewish history and caked with Christian sites, I think what I'll miss most are the morning and evening calls to prayer, seeing the Dome of the Rock any time I look out a window, and the green lights from minarets reminding me of The Great Gatsby (light on the docks) every night.

I love Jerusalem. I do not think I changed the city (as I hope someday to have a chance), but I know it changed me. It's like a love affair that I want to share with everyone. On that note, there are hundreds of stories to share if you would ever like to hear. As a warning though, give yourself time to listen if you dare/care to ask. Also, I'll love you more for it.