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A really long post about DOCTRINE

  What is doctrine and how is it established? I have some thoughts beyond these two questions, but first, I want us to start on the same basic understanding.  In his book, Increase in Learning , Elder David A. Bednar distinguishes doctrine from principles and applications. This isn’t the first or last entry for the word Doctrine into Latter-day Saint vernacular, but I think it defines the basics of how Latter-day Saints typically view Doctrine in as fair a light as possible. Here’s the statement:  A gospel doctrine is a truth—a truth of salvation revealed by a loving Heavenly Father. Gospel doctrines are eternal, do not change, and pertain to the eternal progression and exaltation of Heavenly Father’s sons and daughters. Doctrines such as the nature of the Godhead, the plan of happiness, and the Atonement of Jesus Christ are foundational, fundamental, and comprehensive. The core doctrines of the gospel of Jesus Christ are relatively few in number (pp. 151–152). In the October 2019 Gene

Book of Mormon thoughts for the 200th anniversary of the angel Moroni

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  Today marks the 200th anniversary of the first visit of the angel Moroni to the prophet Joseph Smith, during which he directed Joseph to the location of gold plates which would be used as a medium through which to reveal the Book of Mormon: Another Testament of Jesus Christ.  When 2024 starts in a few months, I’ll start a year long study of the Book of Mormon with my church following 2 years of study through the Holy Bible. I see 2024’s planned study as the next phase in a long path through seeing the scriptures and religion and faith and spirituality and history through new eyes. To mark this anniversary, and in preparation for next year’s Book of Mormon study, I thought I’d try to write through my history with the Book of Mormon and my current thoughts. Kind of the point of my whole plan to study the book next year is to do so for new understanding, so I’m not married to any of my thoughts past, present, or future, so don’t try to argue with me about any of this. I’ll likely just r

Why I didnt attend the Wellspring United Methodist Church today (or my church)

Sunday services of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints are divided into two parts. The first hour of church is called Sacrament Meeting, where members of all ages meet in a room to partake of “the sacrament”--communion–sing and pray, and hear sermons given by members of the congregation. The second hour is divided by age (and twice a week by sex) with adults going to classes for adults and children going to a children’s church program called “primary.” I don’t know why I explained all that in a blog post for whom my exclusive audience is probably members of my church. But it’s the context within which to say this: Hour one is hard for me. All the things I mentioned do happen during the first hour of church, but for me, the first hour is mostly a wrestling match with my two kids. I used to love pondering the sacrifice of Jesus during the sacrament. Now my thoughts are mostly on how to get my kids to sit still so as to not disturb other members from their holy thoughts and h

Why I hate the Joseph Smith Translation of the Bible

I’ve kept quiet about this long enough.    A little while ago, I visited historic Nauvoo Illinois with my family. We enjoyed touring the homes of early Latter-day Saint apostles, trying our hands at temple stone carving, watching young, talented missionaries dance, spin, holler, and sing in a grand celebration of Mormon heritage. My son even accidentally stole a few typesetting letters from the reconstructed printing press.   As a part of the experience, I paid $10 to go on a guided tour of the sites owned and operated by the Community of Christ (formerly the Reorganized Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints) while the rest of my family played pioneer games down the road with representatives from my own Utah-based faith. The historical sites intern who guided my tour wore a  uniform that was in noticeable contrast to the 19th century outfits of the missionaries staffed by my church. A cleanly pressed polo was tucked tightly into a slightly above knee-length skirt. On her