What I Know Since Losing My Religion

I know what the very elect look like.
I know what an apostate looks like.
I know the view from a great and spacious building.
I know what shafts of wheat look like blowing in the wind.

Let's Pretend

“No, no,” my sister said gleefully, “you play the baby.” I hated this part. When she said you play the baby, it meant the entire game was going to be up to her. If I am the baby, I can’t talk.

“No,” I protested under a trembling lip. “Let’s be sisters!” It may have been stretch, but I figured we could pull it off. “Then we both get to be the boss!”

The Myth of Objectivity

I like to believe that I’m objective, but who am I kidding really?  Do I truly believe that I’m the only one out there that can escape my own bias?  Yet, I still find myself shaking my head in utter shock in response to some of these people I converse with on how wrong they are.  How THEY can’t seem to see past their own preconceived notions and prejudices.  If they could just see past their own bias, they could then see how wrong they are and then see that I’M RIGHT.

I want to be right, no, I NEED to be right.  I want to know the truth, like most of us.  I don’t want to be the one who was heading the wrong direction and have to make that embarrassing turn back.  I want to know from the get go that I’m heading in the right direction.  I also have enough confidence in myself that I can tell the difference from what is right from what is wrong.  I like to think that I’m not one that can easily be fooled.

Apostate's Song

Words, burning the flesh,

Trailing down, fiery and cold,

They take root.

Piercing, searing deep within,

Renewal

Baptism in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints is significant. The ordinance is symbolic. As a member of the priesthood lowers you into the water in total immersion, the old self is symbolically buried, and out of the font comes a new, clean person. Past mistakes are left behind.