It’s a question that’s been answered innumerable times by people far more experienced and knowledgeable than I, but I’ll chip in one thing to consider: pick a language in a domain that interests you.
So goes the familiar Mormon hymn:
Each life that touches ours for good
Reflects thine own great mercy, Lord.
The other day, I saw my daughter’s little magenta coat lying on the bed. I was caught off guard by the number of vivid thoughts that suddenly flooded my mind as a result of just seeing Harper’s coat.
The LDS Church PR department has played the “sacred” card in response to Ordain Women. Does this move unintentionally reveal their hand?
Is knowledge really that dangerous? Are the little worlds that each one of our mortal brains have constructed really that fragile?
This new atheist monument seems too much about settling scores and not enough about furthering the freedom of (non)religion and the cause of open discourse.
When I die, I’ve often thought that I’d love to be involved in a grand display of some kind. We spend so much money on funerals, so why do they have to be so boring and uninventive? With that much money, I’d hope for something unique and spectacular. But isn’t that ultimately a waste?
Reassuringly, my concern with President Dalton’s recent address is not unique. It instantly set off a widespread flurry of blog posts from all around the Mormon corner of the Internet. Here’s mine.
Mormon baby blessings are a wonderful ritual, but what does it mean if even a feminist like me overlooked simple and obvious ways to include my wife?
As my wife and I wept while we watched the news coverage of the Sandy Hook Elementary shooting, I felt so frustrated that there probably wasn’t anything resembling an obvious or simple solution to this problem. I also felt deeply pained by the spiritual implications. One anecdote shared by a journalist that night made an impact on me.