Sometimes I feel like I belong to a religion that would be less likely to rebuke a member who made millions designing torture techniques than it would to censure that same man if he uttered the F word in public.
In the person of Jesus, the sacred and the secular fused in a new and powerful way. Why should our celebration of Christmas be any different?
How many Mormons confess to hating polygamy, yet imagine themselves practicing it for all of eternity? How many believe on the one hand in a loving God who desires their eternal happiness and, on the other, that this same God would make them grit their teeth and be obedient to a practice they consider immoral?
Mormons Jay Bybee and Bruce Jessen dehumanized others . . . and then went to church on Sundays to partake of talks and lessons on basic morality. How did this happen, and what can Mormons do about it?
Paradoxically, Mormons improve our public image when we stop being so concerned with appearing perfect.
The eligible widower, the plucky heroine, the superiority of life in a small town: Marilynne Robinson’s novel “Lila” has all the usual tropes, but she manages to make all things new.
“It is one thing to believe that Mormonism is the right church for you,” says guest blogger Mette Harrison. “But I find it arrogant to say that this is the ‘one true church.’”
“NO red and green, NO Christmas trees, NO Santas appear in my house before at least December 20,” says author Sybil MacBeth. “I guess this is extreme.”
Of course we have to pile into the car on a national holiday in order to shop because if we don’t buy that flat screen today, right now, the terrorists will win.