The last few weeks and months have been strange. Since John’s interviews with Richard Bushman three months ago I’ve undergone a drastic change in perspective. The specific segment of the interview that altered my point of view was when Dr. Bushman compared the editing process of the Book of Mormon to editing a patriarchal blessing before he sends out a typed copy. I suddenly saw revelation as available to everyone. I recovered Joseph Smith.
Many of the changes that have come about since then seem to have a life of their own. I haven’t made decisions really - I just do things. I didn’t decide to pay tithing again - I just started. I didn’t decide to seek out a temple recommend - I talked to my DH about the idea, and then I talked to my bishop, and then I talked to my bishop again, and then I talked to a guy in the stake presidency and now, somehow, for the first time in over three years, I have a temple recommend.
At one level, it’s pretty confusing. I don’t have any more sense of onlytrueness than I did six months ago. I can’t put my finger on anything about my actual understanding of the church that’s changed. But I’m not angry any more. I like going to church on Sunday. I enjoy picking the hymns and leading the music. Sometimes I like the speakers, and when I don’t, I just sit and let my mind wander. I like hiding in the stake office corridor during Sunday school and reading. I like going to Relief Society mostly, and sitting among faithful women. They’re good people.
There have been a couple of boat analogies kicking around the bloggernacle in the last few weeks. I don’t have a boat. I’m in an inner tube, floating down the river. I have no idea where I’m going. But where ever the river takes me, there I’ll be.
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