greaterthansparrows

My face was wet with tears when we left this film. It made me ponder profound spiritual matters.  First of all, any time you go to see a story of the Savior done by those who don't have the advantage of what has been prophetically revealed in our day, you have to partly set aside some issues, and look for the portrayal of faith--is there light here? And there was so much, setting aside some of the errors and the assumptions of the early portion--I don't think he could heal without knowing why, for example. But I wasn't going to let that destroy what truth might be there. What was it like to be this Child, growing up? How did he experience his life? If he grew "from grace to grace" and "received not of the fullness at the first," how did it come? If he never sinned even in childhood but wasn't just waiting to get old enough to begin his ministry--sort of like checking his watch to see if it's time yet--then how did his underst...

Missing Kathy Kidd, my first follower...it's her birthday today (April 3). We first started to correspond when Kathy was doing Meridian Magazine's "Circle of Sisters," a forum where someone would write in a question they wanted to put to the readers and anyone was welcome to respond.  I wrote in a few times; the first time nothing happened, but the second time--which I would agree my contribution had more substance--I got an email that my words would run.  The anticipation of waiting for Monday to see if it would actually happen, and what other ideas and responses would be offered up.  I wrote a brief note and got a response.  After a bit, she gave me her personal email and suggested that I was free to use that, because the contact for the forum was something she only opened weekly to set up the posting for the week.  She was sick and at home just then, which opened a window of attention. I ended up writing in a number of times for "Circle of Sisters",...

The Nauvoo Times is gone as an active endeavor.  It made up so much of the rhythm of my life; every alternate Wednesday I had a column, which meant for a long time that I had to have that column off into the ether on Monday morning before I left for the YMCA.  When they got a Facebook platform, that meant that the deadlines were moved up, and my column had to be in Kathy Kidd's inbox not by the end of Monday but by 8 a.m. east coast time. This meant that it had to be sent off before I could go to bed on Sunday, and many were the nights that I was up past my bedtime, pondering and polishing. I tried to have something started earlier--actually on (virtual) paper, that is--and not just in my head.  Most of the time I did, but sometimes it wasn't much.  I always do a better job when I can sketch out, at least, what I want to say and then let it run in the back of my brain for a while. The writing there took over from writing here, after a while.  I need to come...