Monday, August 14, 2006

public speaking, and a rant about church

i don't know about any of you, but i find myself in minor faith crises often. i have come to know myself better and better through the years, and i am pretty convinced of my visual preference in learning, thinking, etc. this has manifest itself in my choice of major (dance, art) and interests (also dance and art, but also movies (good ones)) even though some aren't typically thought of as visual (reading, writing in this here blog). so, that's where i'm coming from.

the way i have my faith crises is when i think that i haven't SEEN God, or Christ, or the gospel, or heaven, or death, or the Tree of Life, etc. so how can i believe them? my personal answer lies in defining "to know". in English, we say that we "know" the color or something or just general facts, things we can see and are tangible. but we also say that we "know" people. we know who they are, how we feel about them. i know that i love R and M, and i've never seen Love. so why can't i know God without needing to see Him to prove it to myself? okay, so i could go on and on about faith and all it's intricacies, but that type of thing is more suited for talking and arguing and such. now i want to get to the "i have a bone to pick" portion of my thoughts:

to address "Faith Crisis" i think most Mormons might say that they have a testimony, they feel the Spirit, they pray and read their scriptures and so on. well, so do i. but i have moments of doubting. true, doing those things builds faith. am i abnormal because i'm doing them and then still wonder? do other people just not have these problems? or do other people just not admit it? i'm going to say, quite emphatically since i think i'm right, that most people do have these questions arise, but either (1) ignore them or (2) notice them and think about them and THEN ignore them.

i have to admit that i was a little irritated yesterday when i had to talk in church for this very reason. i wanted to talk about my doubts and how i found some answers. but how often do we hear people raise their hands in Sunday school and talk about fears and doubts, honestly and straightforwardly? i admit that it has happened, and i have seen it. but they are few and far between in my experience. most people i know, even my own age, are still in the habit of saying that everything's fine: Other People are the ones with faith crises, and if you're doubting then you aren't as good a member of the Church as Me.

i find it frustrating that we, as Mormons belonging to the same church and reading the same scriptures and listening to the same prophets, can't be honest with one another. we mostly end up pretending we're fine, that we don't need help, that we don't have problems (and if we do, we don't need help and/or we think they aren't a big deal). is anyone else bothered by this? sometimes i really think that i don't belong in this church. and when i say "don't belong" i'm referring to the irritating "Mormon culture" aspect of it all, the part that has nothing to do with whether or not i believe the Church is true (which i do), and more to do with being/acting happy all the time, dressing preppy, and generally being more concerned with appearances and strange competitions about who's suffered the most while also maintaining a stiff upper lip, having food storage, sewing all 10 children's clothing, and things like that. if this sounds extreme, i'm speaking from actual sightings of said strange competitions.

now, this mostly refers to my experiences in Relief Society and with women of the church in general. (when i talk to ryan, he says the men's dynamic is different. and i'm not a man, so i'm not going to speculate) i know they (the women of the church) mean well, don't get me wrong. but even so, i find myself getting labeled for things that have nothing to do with the church (example: i don't smile for no reason) and then treated as though i'm less active or one of the Doubting Ones because i'm not as smiley as the other women in the ward. are you kidding me?

can i please be different, and yet still faithful? do they exclude each other? can i value my children and God and reading scriptures just as much as the next Molly Mormon, but still like to dye my hair bright red? and most of all, can i find someone else who feels somewhat like this?

okay, here's the thing that's really getting to me, and then i'll stop typing incoherently. last year my parents split up, certain truths came to light after years of hiding, the family is divided and hurting and some aren't speaking to each other, and some might never heal. it's a BIG mess.

without giving many details, i told my visiting teachers what was going on and said there wasn't much to do really, but that was what i was going through. i remember, distinctly, being treated differently after that. partly, it's expected. but to be treated as if i'm now one of Those, one of Those Members with a Sketchy Family! to be treated as though i'm now contaminating to talk to, as if my honesty is really just pessimism. that telling about an awful thing that's real is just a downer for someone to have to listen to, who would rather think about sunshine and flowers. i have nothing against sunshine and flowers! i like them, i like to feel good. but what if i'm not? should i pretend otherwise? isn't there opposition in all things? i'm not frightened of those with problems, i WANT to talk to to them, see how they're figuring things out.

but i think some of us are too afraid. we want to have perfect families that never fight, where every child never does drugs, drinks, says the F-word, sleeps around, or better yet, never even WANTS to. (that's the kicker huh? we can't admit that it even sounds fun. i admit it! i think being drunk WOULD be fun. but i'm not going to. see? two separate things.) but most of us don't have families like that, and Heavenly Father still loves us and understands us. and last i checked, i'm not responsible for anyone else beside myself (and my children). so why am i treated as if i did something wrong, when i didn't? and didn't Heavenly Father make us different on purpose? i'm pretty happy with myself, even though i'm still learning and growing. i just want to have someone honest and unafraid to talk to about it. (besides r, of course!)

Friday, August 11, 2006

The Office and The Office

so just yesterday, R and i rented The Office Series One (this is the original show from the BBC) and were laughing just as much as when we rented the American version a few weeks ago. i would definitely recommend it! however, you may find yourself wondering if you do, in fact, speak English, because we had to turn on the subtitles in order to make sense of what they were saying. this strikes me as a bit funny, especially when after reading the subtitles you wonder why you couldn't understand in the first place.

in other news, R and i are going to have sushi tonight. i'm pretty excited, considering that it may very well be my favorite food. plus, it's with people from G and B, which is the firm that R is favoring right now. in fact, they'll probably decide if they're offering him job by about a week from now. so hopefully you'll be hearing an excitedly-toned post in a little over a week announcing our solid future next year after graduation and bar exams.

also, M and I must now go to the post office and remedy an attempted textbook purchase. i'm soo looking forward to the line :)

Sunday, August 06, 2006

Lovely Lullaby Lyrics and an Explanation

I've since found the lyrics to Hushabye Mountain (courtesy of my mother who found them and emailed them to me :) I don't have the ability or motivation to get the music for it, so you'll have to either remember the tune from the movie if you've seen it, or go rent the movie and memorize the tune while enjoying the movie for the first time. In fact, I recommend seeing the movie either way, since I like it so much. I'd like to see it again myself. Well, without further ado:

A gentle breeze from Hushabye Mountain
Softly blows o'er lullaby bay.
It fills the sails of boats that are waiting--
Waiting to sail your worries away.
It isn't far to Hushabye Mountain
And your boat waits down by the key.
The winds of night so softly are sighing--
Soon they will fly your troubles to sea.
So close your eyes on Hushabye Mountain.
Wave good-bye to cares of the day.
And watch your boat from Hushabye Mountain
Sail far away from lullaby bay.

Now for the explanation: I've not posted anything until now because I was in CA for a week and returned this last Wednesday. I returned safely but was very tired from staying up later than usual for the most of the nights (11pm-ish), and ridiculously later than usual on two of the nights (3am on Saturday with 2 sisters and a brother-in-law, and 4:30am on Tuesday with one sister (M)).

Needless to say, I was making great use of my mother's willingness to babysit. And it's fun to stay up late, even though I don't do it much anymore. Babies and husbands usually put the kibosh on that whole thing. But while my husband wasn't around to be the voice of reason, and my baby was being safely watched, I just couldn't resist staying up with sisters and friends and playing card games, and eating ice cream, etc. Now I'm content to be home and go to bed early for the sake of recovery.