In the process of compiling a somewhat-comprehensive list of official LDS statements on LGBT issues, I have come across a few recordings for which I could not find full transcripts. One of those is the Trib Talk from 29 January 2015, between the Salt Lake Tribune’s Jennifer Napier-Pearce and Elders Oaks and Christofferson, discussing the Church’s “Fairness for All” news conference from two days prior. Here is my transcript of the interview. Continue reading
Monthly Archives: March 2016
Titles of Liberty
On loving glass women Glass men And glass gods On welding your hands To curved iron rods On fruit made of sunlight That burns when you eat On wars that you fight With shattered retreats On grey trees And grey neighbors Grey houses Grey time On boundaries of smoke And holograph lines On the girl made of starstuff And the boy forged in coal On babies held hostage On shards in your soul On trauma that's bitter And trauma that's sweet On candy nails And broken feet
The Message of Easter
Our ward newsletter has a “Testimony Corner” where a ward member briefly shares their personal feelings about the Gospel. I was selected to share my testimony in the Easter issue. I don’t always feel comfortable responding to such requests because I rarely use the word “testimony” to name my convictions, and I don’t believe many of the things that other Mormons believe. But I do care about many of the same things that other Mormons care about, and I appreciate the challenge of identifying those common things and celebrating them. I shared this: Continue reading
Jesus and My Feet
There's a space that begs for poems But I have no blood to write in And I'm too young to choke to death on broken dreams And I'm drowning in these memories But I have no blood to fight them So I think that I should probably go to sleep But I'll sit here in the space you've made From poetry and rhythm And I'll try not to feel the weight between these notes And on Sunday they will talk about How Jesus healed the broken But they'll never stop to ask who crushed my feet
Local Decisions
True or false? “The Mormon church has a policy that mandates the excommunication of any member of the church who enters into a same-sex marriage.”
False.
The church’s policy requires that members of the church who enter into same-sex marriages meet with their ecclesiastical leaders to discuss their standing in the church (a conversation known, unfortunately, as a “disciplinary council”). As Elder D. Todd Christofferson clarified, the policy “means the discipline is mandatory — [it] doesn’t dictate outcomes but it dictates that discipline is needed in those cases.” The only mandatory requirement is a conversation.
Period. Continue reading
A Prayer to Heavenly Mother
Did you not possess me in the beginning;
before your works of old?
Did you not cover me in my mother’s womb?
You are compassionate and merciful;
You do not cast away your people which you foreknew.
Am I not the workmanship of thine own hands?
Did you not form me in your glory?
Have you not chosen me,
by sanctifying me as I came forth from the womb? Continue reading
Letters From the Sea
I got your letter in the mail today Its corners dripping salt And I wonder if you think of me Where castle ceilings vault I set it on my bookshelf And I haven't broke the seal I don't want to read of starscapes That I don't believe are real You wrote your address on the corner With ink that smelled like space But I don't want to read appeals To my ancestors or grace So your letter's on my bookshelf Dripping salt and grains of sand There's too much sea inside it To be opened on the land
Cloudspeak
Am I ready?
[She smiles.] That is for you to decide. [His fingers brush a few wispy hairs from my forehead.]
I am.
Yes, you are. [They glance at each other, then at me. A wave rolls through the air and passes through my chest.]
Tell me again about the World. Continue reading
Roulette
Sister, have you kept your covenants?
I stare straight ahead and
Lie with a grace I do not feel
Yes.
But have you kept yours? Continue reading
Silence of Sodom
You are the silent sin of Sodom.
You and your polished granite stone.
You guide the strings of a marionette,
and believe you have no sins for which to atone.
I’m sitting here in this frigid cold,
looking in beyond the glass.
Where is this sword and shield,
to protect me from those who harass? Continue reading