So I finally got around to editing my About page to change my LDS status. I can no longer call myself a Mormon. I just…can’t. I can’t call myself that anymore. Not after all that has transpired in the past few months and all the things I’ve learnt if it’s current practices and history. It breaks my heart to leave, there has been crying about this. And I don’t cry easy. I’ve realized that the LDS folks I’ve met here in Southwestern British Columbia are EPICALLY more tolerant than pretty much ALL OTHER Mormon’s. Except for maybe the awesome folks I’ve seen here Tumblr’s queerstake hashtag. So I wasn’t so much misled as exposed to a very rare occurrence. And just like I can’t be a Catholic for similar reasons, I can no longer be a Mormon. I cherish the friends I’ve made in my ward and #queerstake. But yeah. I can’t live a lie. I am still following the prompting of the Divine and I won’t let the higher ups in the church “take it from me”. My quad will sit lovingly on the shelf with the myriad of other scriptures from multiple faiths and I’m sure I will still pull it out from time to time. Short of an actual act of God or a schism within the church I don’t see it coming around any time soon, and just as I wouldn’t stay in an abusive relationship with a person or divinity, I won’t do it with the church either.
I would rather be punished by God at the end of days for treating others with kindness and accepting that love is love, than win an eternity by being a judgemental asshat.
Another great article on women in the early church. Please do check out the blog I found it at, Ancient Bodies, Ancient Lives. You can find the article in full here.
Nyland concludes her scholarly yet accessible paper with words I can only echo:
In the Greek of the New Testament, women are shown to be church leaders, teachers, elders, and deacons. Evidence from the papyri and inscriptions reveals women in these positions at the time of the New Testament and in successive centuries. Yet today, a large faction of Christianity does not permit women to be ministers, and of the Christians that do, most do not permit women to be head ministers. Churches quote what they believe to be God’s Word to support their arguments against women in church leadership. Here is the matter in a nutshell: their arguments are based on a lack of understanding of Greek word meaning according to the findings in the papyri and inscriptions of the last hundred years.
I ask the Spirit,
“What should I do in the face of this injustice? How can I stay when my heart is broken?”
And He answers,
“Do not let them push you away. Do not let them take it from you.”
It is now, when He is gone and truly becomes The Holy Spirit that I suffer with my Mormon stuff the most. I realized the synchronicity of some personal events with the coming of Spring and impending Easter. Understanding the unfolding of events doesn’t make it much easier to deal with though.
I don’t remember if I’ve actually written a full post on my Mormon issues or not. A lot of it stems from the leaked proclamation in regards to children of same sex couples.
*chuckles*He’s so non-chalant about things.
Me: I feel like I’m falling apart.
Himself: Well you are…but that’s okay, W/we’re Working on Stuff.
*smiles all happy at me while I’m ready to barf*
It’s a good morning for “tingly” blog posts. Here’s another. Not only does Himself sing me stories to tell, They all do. Tales, Legends, Myths, they are all meant to die and be retold. Just like all of us.
In your mind’s eye see Cernunnos. No, younger than that. Younger still. See Him before time etched its wisdom into His face, before the long exile of the gods by the one god. When the world was full of his brothers and sisters, when they could be found in every river and stream, every mountain […]
O God of lonely places, stand with me on the windswept moors and call with me to the forgotten.
O God of restless and wandering souls, hold me close to You that I might not go astray.
O God of the dead, take from me that which you will not answer.
O God of fury, may my rage enliven me and bring me ever nearer to You.
O God of wisdom, may I know when to speak and when to be silent.
O God of storms, may Your rain cleanse me and Your winds spare me.
I totally stole this idea from The Gold Thread, you should totally check out this blog and the Love Notes from Frejya.