The latest edition of COV is here!
First up Runtu with some humour.
"There might be something wrong with your religion if …
You think it’s perfectly fine for your leader to have sex with teenagers and married women, but you tell your children you’d rather they be dead than lose their virginity.
“Singles Ward” is good, but “Schindler’s List” is inappropriate due to its “R” rating.
Everyone in your church was “saved for the last days,” but everyone else just happened to be born in really wicked times."
(MAT: This is freaky. It touches on a subject in my post for this week!)
And from Emerging from the ashes we find Baptism for the dead part 2 (includes link to part 1)
"The interview went well enough. I dressed up in my Sunday clothes, a dress I hated. But then, I hated all dresses. Just was not my thing. An interview with a member of the bishopric, though, required dressing up. It's how it was done, especially in my family.
Over at the church, I sat on the old orange couch in the foyer, my hands planted under my legs as I stared at the red-orange industrial carpet. Brother Hicks, the executive secretary, called my name and escorted me into the bishop's office. I was especially shy as a kid, so "don't speak until you are spoken to" was easy enough for me. Actually, adults had a hard time getting me to answer at all. But these were questions I had to answer, and answer correctly, without guilt on my face, if I wanted the temple recommend to go do baptisms."
Next up is South Bay Soliloquries
A great gig and an approach by a dirty, smelly idiot.
"Last night Spencer Day debuted at the Hotel Cafe. For some reason I thought the Hotel Cafe was in downtown, but I was wrong; it's in Hollywood.
Even living in LA, Hollywood still feels like a strange, foreign city to me, full of nightclubs, bars, and tourist attractions. But I digress.
Spencer found me on MySpace a couple months ago and sent me a nice note. Most of the musician "friend" requests are fairly impersonal, but I felt that Mr. Day looked at my profile and (correctly) judged that I might be interested in his music, then sent a note to say so. Classy."
Easter Explained by Fiddley Gomme
"I got so confused by the early Easter this year and got so wrapped up in the commercialism of the holiday that I nearly forgot to remember the true meaning of the day. Yes, Easter is a converted Pagan sun ritual. No, there's not really a giant rabbit that hides eggs all over your yard only to be found rotting under a tomato plant, weeks later by your dog."
(MATT: My wife, with the cynicism born of gaining a ThD, calls Easter The Festival of Chocolates and Christmas the Festival of Trees...)
And here is my post for this issue...
Mormonism, someone told me, "it's not all that bad."
My reply might have surprised them. I said: "Well, so what? It's bad enough and that is enough for me!"
I have tried to hyperlink the blog posts, but it did not work. Sorry about that!
See you in two weeks time!