Hey Inc, thanks for the kudos. The family is well. Little man is a trip, and exactly like his father. They face off regularly, it's so funny.
Hi TD!
You mean my brain is actually working? Wow...because I swear I lose words on the regular these days...it wasn't like that before I got sick. Perhaps I just have too much on my mind.
I'll have to check out Fowler's and Chopra's books once I finish McLennan's. Perhaps if I didn't have my nose in so many novels, I'd be able to finish McLennan's book faster. But it's nice to be able to read "junk". Once I go back to school, I won't have time.
Truth Dancer wrote:One thing that I felt uneasy about the LDS church is that it keeps one at a very early stage of "faith." In other words, there is nothing about the spiritual journey only teachings to obey, follow, and remain faithful. It, in my experience had nothing to offer in the way of deepening ones life experience or expanding ones heart.
I had this experience as well, and I'm sure many others have who have traveled through the church. I started to feel that way once I realized that it wasn't kosher from the LDS POV, for me not to be a scripture literalist...at least not openly. And I'm the type of person who, if I can't be myself openly in a situation, I don't want to be there at all. I've hidden enough in my life. I'm determined to be authentic, even if the authentic me at that moment isn't pretty. I'm catching flak for it, but so be it.
Once I caught heat for wanting to be more progressive in my spiritual walk as an LDS, I began to be suspicious about other things as well. Why couldn't I listen to my favorite music (the people in my singles ward all seemed to listen to the same station...500+ people...no variation)? What was wrong with oreos with coffee-flavored cream in them? Did I have to say that I knew the church was true when giving my testimony, when I felt that a church was simply a structure, that the community was more important?
I like the benefits that come with religious communities, that sense of belonging and friendship, but I find myself not wanting to stay when the restrictions come. I am my own person, and I question everything. I always have. I'm that kid who never stopped asking "why?". If the answer doesn't satisfy me, I'm gonna ask again. You can't just tell me to do or believe something without giving me a good reason. With that said, there are certain things within my belief system that I cannot fully explain, but I just put that down to the way my brain is wired...and give others the same leeway with their personal experiences. It's when I'm dictated to that there comes a problem.
I just don't know where to turn next. I try to take away from each faith I've walked through something good, and for the most part the only thing I was able to take from the LDS church were my friends. I consider them an asset to the faith, and if change is to come to the church, it will come through people like them. With that said, I remembered today, part of a sermon that was preached at a church I used to attend. The pastor said there were three types of spiritual storms: storms of direction (life events that place you where you need to be), storms of correction (life events that are in place because you haven't acted in accordance with what you know to be the highest good), and storms of perfection (life events that you can't give a logical answer "why" to, they're just there, and you hope that you come out a better person after going through them). I think I'm in the latter. I can't pray anymore, though I find myself muttering out of habit. My worldview has changed, but I don't know what to do with it. I want to move forward, but in a manner in which I feel to be "walking right". Does that make sense?
Well, I must go. I'm at the library, and I have to change munchkin before I go to pick up his father. Thanks TD, for the compliment on little one. My avatar is a pic of him the day we brought him home. That was five weeks ago, and he was swimming in his newborn clothes. Now they fit, and he's starting to fill out everything else, too. :-) Quite the character. He yells at me all the time. Not crying, YELLING. It's funny. I'm learning to discern the different cries, though he will frighten me from time to time with his screams of rage (that we can't understand him). Daddy got yelled at the other day, because little man screamed like a banshee (he was overtired, but didn't want to sleep). It woke me up, and I go into the living room to see them both sitting there confused...I had no idea what was going on. Well, now baby boy does that shrieking thing to me, so I understand Dad's consternation.
