Congratulations to whomever found this blog by searching for carnal hussy. I knew I needed a new modifier. Fits the bill rather well.
Speaking of fitting and not fitting, I don’t think I’ll ever fit in with Mormons.
Sure, I’ve got the no drinking coffee, tea, and alcohol thing down, God monopolizes my Sundays, and I’d like to have a gaggle of kids (or not), but I just don’t get the whole faith promoting story mindset.
All of those stories just suck the hope right out of my faith. They tell me that we think we need to be the same to be right. Maybe not “we” per se, but a portion of those whom we look for guidance. And even a small portion is too large a portion.
I look forward to Zion, when our hearts and our wills will be aligned for good (and for Good), but I think we will always retain our individuality, and that God would have it no other way. And I don’t mean I-like-green-jello-and-you-like-red-jello individuality.
I mean I’m economically conservative and you’re economically liberal individuality. I mean I watch TV on Sundays and you don’t individuality. I mean the kind of individuality that allows us to hold completely different opinions, but be equally righteous, ceritus paribus.
I think I hope in vain.
But I hope anyway.