Last Sunday, and Last night.
Last Sunday we had a talk in sacrament meeting about the Priesthood. The talk was rather informative and rather good as far as these things go. Though I’m always baffled how someone can first say that administering Priesthood ordinances is a sacred privilege and blessing, then go on to claim that the blessings of the Priesthood are available to all so those who don’t hold the Priesthood aren’t missing out on anything.
After that in Gospel Essentials we had a lesson on roles and responsibilities in the family. The teacher did a good job and I don’t envy his position. There was a lot of talk from others in the class about hardwiring, and evolution and unsubstantiated science. There was also a great deal of discussion on how presiding doesn’t mean that the father is in charge, but it means that the father is in charge. While reading that paragraph from the Proclamation on the Family, we read and discussed in detail every sentence except the ‘equal partners’ sentence. We only read that one at all because I raised my hand after the teacher had started to move on. It felt like I had my hand up every other minute, even though I still let a lot of things go unsaid. My husband said he could tell how agitated I was, but assured me later that I didn’t sound crazy.
Last night it was my turn to attend the ward mission meeting. As I entered the church building the other ward was finishing up a ward party. A woman was giving instructions to some young men in the foyer, and I heard two lines of their conversation. She said “Well, I’m an adult, and you are children, so you need to listen to what I’m telling you.” To which the young man replied, “Well, I hold the Priesthood, and you don’t. So beat that!” At which point all the young men cheered.
The room where we had the meeting had a chalkboard in it, which some girls had been doodling on. There were hearts, and puppies and other similar things. There was also written an assortment of names followed by ” + Edward” and encircled by hearts. I puzzled for a moment, then remembered the Twilight novels. I found myself wondering if those girls had discussed with their friends and family how much of Edward’s behavior in the book would be worrisome at best if it happened in a real life relationship. It was possible, but somehow I didn’t think it was likely.
I was pulled out of that train of thought by a shift in the meeting. The missionaries asked if we knew of any less active or inactive people in the ward that might benefit from talking with the missionaries. In the silence that followed I considered turning myself in.