The New Ward
My husband and I moved recently (again), only this time, our move put us just barely into the boundaries of a new ward. Today was our first visit to said ward. Below are the highlights of our visit:
The Building
As we approached our destination and the building came into sight, I kind of double-checked the directions to make sure we were in the right place. Why? Because the building is . . . kind of nice. I’m no architect, but it looked like a more expensive building than most of the LDS chapels I’ve seen—on both the inside and the out. The exterior was made of some kind of white stone with a serviceable spire, and the pews in the chapel had Deseret beehives and other artwork carved into the sides. It had a different layout and seemed more spacious, and it had something I’d never seen in an LDS chapel before: a “Reverence Training Room” attached to the chapel. It’s a soundproof room with a window into the chapel where parents can take their noisy children and still hear and view the meeting. I thought this was awesome! The Presbyterian church I attended in high school had a room like this called the “Rock-a-Bye Room.” I wish every church had them. So we did our usual routine, making our daughter sit in the chapel for the Sacrament, then retreated to the “Reverence Training Room.”
Sunday School
Some time ago, I made the decision to not attend Gospel Doctrine classes during New Testament and Old Testament years. I feel like Latter-day Saints do a lot of eisegesis on the Bible in their Sunday school classes, reading LDS doctrine and ideas into the text instead of letting the text speak for itself, and it drives me crazy. [1] I also don’t really enjoy the large size of most Gospel Doctrine classes and prefer the smaller sizes of other classes when they’re offered. So I decided I would always attend Gospel Essentials or whatever other smaller class is offered.
Today I went to Gospel Essentials, and it took some time for other class members to arrive, so the teacher was able to introduce herself and talk with me a bit before class. Even my husband initially took off to check out Gospel Doctrine, so I was on my own. The teacher wanted to know why I didn’t want to attend Gospel Doctrine, and I tried to launch into a version of the explanation I just went through in the paragraph above. I kind of wish that I hadn’t, because I’m sure it was a great way to make her nervous about today’s lesson on Chapter 10: Scriptures, but I didn’t know what else to say.
My husband returned to me not long after the class started (he said that he missed me—aaaawww), and the teacher taught what I thought was a good basic lesson about the four LDS Standard Works. She was polite and thoughtful and encouraged commentary and discussion from class members. At one point the class was discussing why the church uses the KJV, and there were some comments towards modern translations that were a little on the cynical side, so I raised my hand to comment. I pointed out that there are still plenty of people in the world speaking languages and dialects that the Bible hasn’t even been translated into, and others only have one or two translations to choose from. I said that the LDS church does not create its own translations of the Bible, so whenever it gets around to sending missionaries to these countries, it will use the translations created by other Christian missionaries and translation societies—modern or otherwise. I said that I think English speakers are a little spoiled by having so many different translations to choose from, and that no one should be too hard on modern-day translation work because of its necessity in bringing the Bible to regions of the world where it’s never been.
I enjoyed the class. Sure, I could have chosen to be offended at some of the things that were said about modern-day translation, but I wasn’t, and my hope is that it turned into a learning experience and a productive discussion for everyone.
Familiar Names, Familiar Faces
When we arrived for Sacrament meeting, my husband immediately ran into a woman he had known from the dance program back at BYU, so we sat behind them during the time we were in the meeting hall. He was excited to see a familiar face. Unfortunately, she’s only there a few more weeks for her husband’s internship, but it was nice nonetheless.
Before we even arrived at all though, the last name of the bishop (as displayed when we looked up the ward on Mormon.org) caught my eye: Haglund. “I wonder if he’s related toKristine,” I told my husband. Sure enough, turns out he’s her uncle. So, my husband’s new bishop is the uncle of the editor of Dialogue journal and one my favorite LDS people. Awesome. He joked to me that she used to be “his niece,” but now he’s “her uncle” since she’s the famous one. Heh.
“Perverted Modesty” Not In Play
Modesty has been up to bat in the Bloggernacle lately. Last month there was Julie M. Smith’s post at T&S, and just recently Tracy M at BCC knocked the ball out of the park with “Perverting Modesty.” [2] During the discussion at BCC, Kristine pointed out a recent article in Friendmagazine geared at teaching four year-olds that showing their shoulders is not “modest.” Later, Kristine very poignantly commented:
David, I don’t have a problem with boundary markers, either, UNTIL THEY START SEXUALIZING 4-YEAR-OLD GIRLS. It may be that society sexualizes women, even very young women, but with some exceptions on the margins (little tyke beauty pageants, Abercrombie (spit) & Fitch (spit)), American culture generally waits at least until menarche to start making girls fearfully aware of men’s gaze. This is an area where Mormons have inexplicably outdone the world in wickedness.
When I dressed my five year-old daughter for church this morning, I selected a white-and-blue sundress that was, indeed, sleeveless. I’d have probably dressed her the same regardless, but today, the conversation from BCC was on my mind, and I wasn’t going to change my standards just because someone at Friend magazine wishes I would.
As usual, no one said a word to us about our daughter’s lack of sleeves—and this time, I noticed quite a few other little girls wearing sleeveless dresses. In fact, one was wearing the exact same dress as our daughter, except hers was pink where our daughter’s was blue. The dress is over a year old, so this was kind of a funny coincidence, and I soon learned that this was the daughter of one of the counselors in the bishopric. It’s a relief and a blessing to see so many active LDS families who are definitely not sexualizing their very-little girls by teaching them that sleeveless attire = immodesty.
Conclusion
Finally, everyone we talked to was super-friendly and welcoming. I let a few people know about my non-LDS status as needed (ward clerk, Primary leaders, Sunday school teacher) and they were all cool about it. I also spent some time talking with the Primary President and teachers about how to handle our daughter in their classes given her special needs, and letting them know she would only be there every other week due to our interfaith family arrangements.
Oh, and I admit it: I skipped Relief Society in favor of a hot chocolate and chicken pita with hummus at Starbucks.
We’ll miss the old ward, but we’re very much looking forward to this one.
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[1] Before anyone says it: yes, Protestants and Christians in general do it, too. Mostly we read the Old Testament through the lens of the New Testament instead of trying to understand the Old Testament on its own, and if a Jew hated this and chose not to attend our Old Testament classes because of it, I would understand. There are also other ways in which we impose Protestant beliefs on the text instead of trying to draw out the meaning of the text. However, most pastors and a good number of Protestant Sunday school teachers have at least some background in exegesis, so I don’t think the problem is so widespread. Then again, I fully recognize this could be my own bias talking and I simply like our eisegesis better than LDS eisegesis.
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