Sunday, March 8, 2015

THINGS MY DOG THINKS ARE FOOD WHICH ARE NOT ACTUALLY FOOD

1. Paper, especially paper containing information vital to our continuing existence.

2. Lip gloss, no matter how high of a counter we place it on.

3. Live cats which we currently keep as Pets, not Free Range Feeder Cats as the dog supposes.

4. My hands, which will soon be stripped entirely of skin from his constant licking.

5. Barbies, both Malibu and Princess, with no regard for their collectable or resale value.

6. Garbage, because apparently items ajacent to food may, to my dog, actually turn into food.

7. Plates formerly containing food, which he will clean so thoroughly a CSI crew could no longer find trace evidence on them.

8. Stuffed animals, perhaps confusing them with actual animals that have accepted their fate as entreés and become too lazy to run from predators.

9. Anything with blood on it, seriously ANYTHING. We really need locking lids on the bathroom garbages.

10. The other dog's butt. You dont want to know more about this, it will cost you your temple recommend.

Wednesday, February 4, 2015

THE ONE WITH THE ISLAND OF MISFIT MORMONS

      I'd like to start a social group to meet together oft and talk about whatever may be on our minds, perhaps with a topic to help focus our discussions. This group would be open to anyone. I'll call it: The Island of Misfit Mormons.

      I think many of us have things we think make us outcasts in the Church. We may feel somehow less worthy than other members we see. There may be many reasons. Maybe we are converts. Maybe we have events in our history we aren't proud of. Maybe we have tattoos or piercings. Maybe we are divorced. Or single. Or widowed. Maybe we are childless. Maybe we had our children late in life. Maybe we weren't able to have as many children as we wanted. Maybe someone in our family has an addiction, or has trouble with the law. Maybe there is a great physical or mental illness in ourselves or in a family member. There are so many reasons anyone may consider themselves an outcast.

      But someone I very much admire and respect recently made this profound observation: The Mormon Culture is different from The Mormon Church. This couldnt be more true.

      When we label ourselves outcasts, as evinced by our actions and how close we get to other Church members, I think we make that decision based on our Mormon Culture outlook and not a Mormon Church outlook.

       The Savior loved the outcasts, in all their forms. He sought them out, eased their burdens, succored them, befriended them. And the Savior himself was an outcast. If we are truly outcasts from the culture, we are in good company.