I have always been a big believer in the right to choose. And I’m not talking about abortion. (As a sidenote, as an extension of my belief in choice, I also happen to be pro-choice pro-choice. Glad we cleared that up.) I see so many people claiming to have made a choice in one way or another, when really they’ve hardly considered the other options at all. Being unaware or ill-informed about one side of an issue does not lead to choice – it leads to dogma. Continue Reading
Deciding to have a child was an easy choice for me to make. I always knew that I eventually wanted to have kids and I was excited to become a Mom. Number two was also an easy choice because I had never really entertained the idea of having an only child. Now we are faced with the decision to have more or stick with two and it’s proving to be a tough decision for me (and my hubby). Continue Reading
How time flies. My brother-in-law, who I first mentioned here (and then again, here and here) is back from serving his two-year mission for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. Better known as the Mormons. It was great to see him again and he has changed so much. His mission was a Spanish speaking one so he has returned completely fluent in Spanish. Pretty cool. While I obviously don’t support missions, I do think the church does an amazing job with these young people. My hubby served in France and remains fluent in French to this day. The church, very deliberately, takes these young men (there are some women missionaries but they are overwhelmingly young men who begin their mission at the age of 19) at a pivotal point in their lives and
immerses indoctrinates them even further into the teachings of the church. They are shielded from the world (no tv, no music, no movies, no shopping, no fun) and do nothing but read scriptures or teach scriptures for every waking hour.
This recent video made by the newly formed Brigham Young University USGA (Understanding Same Gender Attraction) made me mad. And sad. And so, so frustrated.
Well, it happened. Just like I knew it would. Except it was worse than I had imagined and I felt more uncomfortable than I might have predicted.
For the past few weeks, Paisley has been asking me a lot about religion and prayer. It all started when she asked why her Grandpa prays before eating. We explained to her that some people thank God before they eat. We told her that some people believe in God, and some people don’t. When asked what God was we replied that he was a man who lives in the sky and takes care of you. I thought that was an age appropriate way to explain a complicated (and let’s be honest – confusing) concept. Ever since then she has been asking more questions. I explained that I used to believe in God but that after looking at the evidence I decided that I didn’t any more. Which led to a conversation about evidence. We talked about believing in flying ducks versus flying pigs. I went through each example, offering evidence for and against each claim. At the end of our conversation she stated that “I don’t believe in a man in the sky or that pigs can fly.” I had a bad feeling about going to see the in-laws for Easter dinner.
Growing up as a Catholic, Easter was easily the biggest holiday of the year – at least from a religious perspective. Easter meant a lot of church and a lot of ritual (I loved Palm Sunday and getting the chance to put a nail into the big wooden cross at Good Friday mass.) There was washing of feet, somber, silent masses and then jubilation and fancy dresses on Easter Sunday. It was all so ritualized and I loved that. I was Roman Catholic – ritual and God went hand in hand.
When I first started dating my husband I was shocked at how the Mormons didn’t celebrate Easter. Sure, they had Sunday mass but there was nothing on Good Friday and it didn’t seem to hold the same significance it did for other Christian churches. From a doctrinal standpoint, that doesn’t make a lot of sense. I mean Easter is it. Christ’s death and resurrection is the reason Christians are Christians. It remains one of the things that confuse me about Mormonism actually. One of many. Continue Reading
You hear it a lot: teaching your kids to be an Atheist is no different and no better than teaching your kid to be a Christian/Muslim/Hindu etc. It’s brainwashing them, just the same.
I actually used to think this was a frustrating and somewhat valid argument. That is, until I actually became a parent. Continue Reading