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The LDS Scriptures – and why I’m reading them.

I walk to Temple Square from my house. It’s a quick walk, only about 10 minutes if I hustle. It’s all downhill going, so the walk home is always a good workout.

Walking through the big iron gates, I admire the architecture, read the infographics in the Visitor’s Center, and chat with the missionaries while Rowan smiles and flirts from his stroller, always with his trusty Hot Wheels car in-hand. I like hearing their story – where they’re from, why they wanted to be a missionary, how they’re enjoying Salt Lake City.

The Temple missionaries, usually young women or an elderly couple, always ask me if I’m a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. I always politely answer “No, I’m not,” and explain “But, I am a believer in Christ, and I am a part of a local church here.” This usually incites some good conversation.

During one of my trips to the Temple, I was offered a copy of their Scriptures, as “a gift from The Church,” the young man said. I thanked him, brought the book home and began to thumb through the pages while Rowan snacked on an apple. I remember a conversation I had with my dear friend Allison. She was asked by some missionaries in her neighborhood to read the entire Book of Mormon. After thinking about that concept at length over the course of the last few weeks, I thought “That’s actually a pretty good idea.”

See, here in Utah, the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints makes up over 60% of the population. Yes. Over half of the entire state is considered Mormon. Which, if you know anything about Utah, that probably doesn’t surprise you.

But, as I’ve been living here in Salt Lake City, a short walk from one of the Saints’ most sacred sites, I realized that I know very little about my LDS friends’ beliefs. Everything I’ve learned about the Mormon faith has been through others, primarily people who were never Mormon, or who used to be Mormon and are no longer. Which isn’t bad, per se. The people I’ve learned from are extremely smart, analytical, knowledgable, and I trust them.

But.

But, there’s something that I think we’ve lost in our culture of immediacy. We’ve lost a sense of discovery, hard work and independent thought when it comes to learning about other faiths. We take to our computers and scan Wikipedia for a few bullet points. We ask our friends. We maybe read a book or two, but even that is rare these days.

Aside from my friends who used to be members of the LDS church, I’m not sure I know anyone else who has willingly read The Book of Mormon, The Doctrine and Covenants, and The Pearl of Great Price (these are the three primary scriptures in the LDS faith) in their entirety.

Some of the reason is time, and I get that. We all have limited spare time to research and learn on our own.

If we’re honest, some of the reason is fear, too.

As a mainline, protestant, evangelical Christian, I’ve been taught to keep other faiths at arms-length. Never let it too close, and for heaven’s sake, PLEASE don’t read their Scriptures. Right? Don’t get me wrong, I think at some level, it’s healthy to not engage emotionally and it’s healthy to know where I am in the steadiness of my faith. I should always be evaluating that and making smart decisions.

But, at what point will I decide to grow a pair & be intellectually honest? How can I engage a thoughtful, genuine conversation about the LDS faith WITH people OF that faith, without even knowing what their Scriptures say? Without ever touching the pages and reading the words for myself, how can I talk about it with any kind of integrity? It’s too easy to slip into hearsay and assumptions. And frankly, I’m tired of assuming. I’m tired of not being self-informed. I’m tired of putting my foot in my mouth & looking like an ass… it’s awkward, uncomfortable and I’d rather do the work towards a fuller understanding. I feel like I owe it to my LDS friends, neighbors and colleagues to sit and read for a while.

So, over the course of the next year, I’ll be reading the Scriptures of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.

I’m grateful to have people I trust on both sides of the Mormon faith… those who were once LDS and are no longer, and those who are currently LDS and active in their faith community. I know I can go to them with hard questions and get honest answers. I know they’ll dig in with me and help me understand. I know they’ll keep me upright, and they’ll honor both my desire to learn, and my desire to stay true to Christ as I’ve come to know Him through the Bible.

I might post more about this as the year progresses, I might not. But, I wanted to be open about what I’m pursuing & why, in hopes that it might spark a conversation about what it means to really learn about other beliefs while staying true to our own.

 

On choosing to listen. [Deeper Story]

I remember seeing them cringe with hurt faces.

Whispers would come from around the corner of the high school hallway as the outspoken Baptist girls would mumble hurt-words like “cult” and “brainwashed.” The girls didn’t think they were heard, but the eyes said it all & gave away their guilt.

The hurt faces told me the choice words were heard.

Their Bibles were bigger than ours. The words sounded funny with lots of thee’s and thou’s written out. They didn’t wear crosses around their necks like we did and they always wore those rings that said “CTR.” They could never go to games on Monday nights because it was Family Night.

They talked about missions and learning different languages.

I filled out my college applications.

We all wore caps and gowns on a hot summer day, then they disappeared for two years. One of them went to Siberia. I had only heard of Siberia in movies with bad Russian villains… but he went there on a mission. I did some asking around and learned that he could only write home on pen and paper. Phone calls were limited to two times a year. He probably walked everywhere, unless he could get a bike.

I can’t imagine bikes being very useful in Siberia.

 

I’m over at Deeper Story today, talking about choosing to listen to our LDS neighbors, instead of living in unjustified fear.

Would you join me? You can read the rest of the post there.

The Advent Conspiracy.

What if it was possible to give meaningful gifts to the people you love, without going into debt or spending money on things they really don’t need?

What if, instead of spending all that money you would have spent on gifts, you gave it away?

What if that money could bring clean water to an entire village ravaged by water-borne diseases?

What if we actually made Christmas about worshipping Jesus, instead of stuff?

It’s possible.

Love all. Spend Less. Give More. Worship Fully.

It’s the Advent Conspiracy.

We’ve been participating in this movement for three years now.

Will you?

It’ll change your life.

[Faith] – Friday Favorite: Matthew Paul Turner.

If you’ve been around this place for any length of time, you’ll probably recognize that I don’t write about social issues, news headlines, politics, or really anything controversial for that matter. It’s not that I’m opposed to writing about those things… that’s not it at all. My reasoning has always been: “There are so many other bloggers who communicate about those issues much more eloquently than I do.” So, I choose to make this little quiet place a haven of neutrality. You won’t find much contention here.

However.

Over the past two weeks, I have watched the headlines burn with the names of young people. YOUNG, young individuals who felt like they were outcasts. Like they had no safe place to go. Like they were worthless. Their tender hearts were pushed violently into the darkest of places by those who made fun of them because they were different. Because they didn’t wear the popular shoes. Because they had different hobbies or interests. Because they were gay.

And story after story pours out of the mouth of Anderson Cooper and I sit on the couch, broken, wondering why? Why didn’t anyone speak up? Where were we when they balanced themselves alone on that tightrope? They should have had hands to hold. They should have had a listening ear. Where was the safety net, the arms of grace, when they fell from that high wire? It all seems so wrong.

Yesterday, author and blogger Matthew Paul Turner wrote a blog post about his own experiences being bullied and his thoughts about the silence of the church on these issues. He is one of those bloggers… one who can articulate what I want to say much better than I could on my own.

My heart beats strong for the truth that was written in his post. I absolutely echo everything that he has to say.

Let’s not be silent anymore.

Click here to read Matthew Paul Turner’s post.

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Churchless.

I miss those chairs that force you to sit just a little too upright, with those small connecting points at your hips, forcing you into someone else’s personal space. I miss the hello’s, the coffee pots in the lobby, the feeling of freshly-folded programs in my hands. I miss the smiling faces of the nursery workers who reassure me that Rowan will be fine as I reluctantly drop him off for the 100th time.

I miss the lifting of hands and raising of voices as we sing those old hymns set to new melodies. I miss the Truth spoken with power and grace from the stage, from a man I admire, respect and look up to. I miss the reminders that the Kingdom of God is at hand… here, now, breaking in through the concrete of sidewalks and the smiles of young students in the city’s poorest schools. I miss playing a part. Being a part.

But, I find myself apart and away.

I miss my church. It’s a beautiful place that speaks Gospel language in the form of deep, interactive love and service.

Currently, I find myself without a church home. Due to the nature of the rafting industry, the weekends are usually full of work in the summer, so our usual Sunday mornings at church are no longer an option for us as a family. There are a couple of places that have Wednesday night services, but they lack childcare… which is obviously, an issue with a boisterous and mobile eight-month old.

I find myself without church community, which is painful on a lot of levels.

So what does one do without a church to go to? I listen to podcasts on Sunday mornings during the boy’s nap, which helps direct my heart. But I miss the community worship. People. Love. Action. Worship. People. I miss it, I want it, I crave it.

I feel a bit lost.

If you were away from your home church for 4-5 months, unable to go on Sundays to a local church… What would YOU do?