I am overwhelmed right now with things that I feel like I need to say, but I do not even know how to approach them, yet.
I wanted, right now, without time or delay to pass by and possibly thwart me, to say that I feel very strongly about Freedom. I wanted to incorporate the song "Free" from Barbie, princess and the Pauper, but just by mentioning you can see the spectrum it encompasses, any person, regardless of station or idenitity loves and has things to sing about. And because that feeling of love is so powerful and key to being human that makes religious freedom so important. Afterall, most people believe that their deity is love. and their diety requires all love, hindering thier worship at all would be trying to make them love as you would.
I would like to say something about Tolerance here, so I will reserve this space. Reserved Space, interesting how my brain works, the topic on my mind was how freedom has always been associated with a frontier. It was true with my religion and any who left their world to settle a new one, or even as basic as children leaving their family and clinging to their spouse. The couple wants to start their own little space with their own rules, not governed by their parents.
Ooops! don't ya' hate it when your computer updates itself? everything shut down and was lost. I think it is the same thing that those robots did on "I, Robot" I absolutely hate the amount of freedom that has been taken from me to pay for the ability to have the most up to date software. Honestly, times like this, I start to grumble about how it is "MY" computer, but then I realize that I have the freedom to turn it off. Which leads me to the bit that I lost about the woman in Pontotoc who raised a stink about prayers in school. Ok, I lived in Mississippi for years, and True, I was persecuted, in a way, but it was like not knowing what was updated on my computer, sort of the price of living there. My parents taught me the ways they thought were correct and then I eventually moved to Utah, where I found that I am more "proper" or "Orthodox" LDS than my husband who has pioneer ancestry on both sides of his family. So, I think that if you find that you are hampered and unable to love the way you want, go. Do not make everyone else change their established way to suit you.
King Solomon said there is a time and a place for everything under heaven, and I fully admit that people might not believe that any such man ever lived or said that, but I believe it and this is my blog where I said it.
That leads me directly to a discussion yesterday in a class I attended on church history about the effects of coffee on Prostate cancer. Now, just this year, April, actually, my grandfather passed away of this, he drank coffee, but I wanted to explore the religious freedom issues involved, as presented for discussion by a pupil. He said that as a doctor entitled to help all people what would he do if he was LDS, too? Do not we as Mormon esteem ALL truth where ever we find it? But, my teacher brilliantly directed our minds to the fact that our previous commitment, or covenant was made to God and we promised to avoid such and by so doing we must find another way to prescribe such benefits. It was pointed out how all harmful things can have a benefit. It reminded me of the time I had a terrible headache, but was pregnant and wanted to avoid drugs, so my mother-in-law helped me find a holistic means of relief. though frankly, at that time I would have taken a baseball bat to the head!
Religious freedoms like such are commonly in the forefront of life for those pursuing careers in more public fields. and it is both normal and to be expected. Our teacher pointed out that these situations become perfect reminders or symbols of who we are and what we must necessarily stand for. I will borrow a quote (although I do not know who it is from) "If you don't stand for something; you stand for nothing."
Ok, back to work, I was making breakfast, washing dishes, and dressing children, and somehow I need to managed squeezing in a time to make myself presentable...
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