(Photo courtesy of mormon.org/christmas.)
Well, 17 hours later, and . . . I am in Georgia. My parents and I drove here for the week. This is what I learned on the trip:
I need to go to bed. But my desire to write is greater than my need for sleep. (Or so my head tells me right now. In the morning, it will tell me I was an idiot to stay up and blog. Quite the predicament I'm in.)
This song has been on my mind a lot lately. It's a happy song, and I needed a happy song today.
A couple of nights ago, my roommate had a 10-page paper to write. She had spent hours and hours doing prep work for the paper -- making outlines, reading, pulling quotes, organizing her thoughts, etc. Around 1:30 am, she announced that she was going to bed for a couple of hours and would get up early and finish. I said good night and good luck and continued doing whatever it was I was doing (probably blogging), but what was going through my mind was, "Gosh. I hope she finishes . . . At this rate, she's gonna have to write 10 pages in 13 hours! That's a close call. A very close call."
That's what Frank Newport, editor-in-chief of Gallup, says. Here are his key findings:
Yesterday, the Church unveiled a new website: Mormonsandgays.org. It's actually more of a Web page than a site, though, and it's called "Love One Another: A Discussion on Same-Sex Attraction."
Remember my free associations? Probably not, 'cause I haven't written like that in a long time. Yesterday, however, upon hearing that 2012 is slated to be the hottest year on record (That's 118 years!), I felt inspired. So here you go; here are my free associations to heat:
"The heat was enough to drive a man mad." That's how the story began, anyway. I remember thinking that was true -- that heat could drive a man mad. It could certainly drive me mad. But could it drive me to murder? It did for the man in the story.
When I was a little girl, my favorite dress was a pale pink wool number that looked good against my tan skin. I loved to wear that dress, even in the middle of summer. One warm and lazy Sunday afternoon, I walked out to the backyard and sat on the swing. Apparently, I fell asleep because what must've been at least an hour later, I woke up, drenched in sweat. I'm sure I've experienced higher temperatures since that day, but it still stands out to me as perhaps the hottest I have ever felt.
But the coldest? The day I felt the coldest was the day my sister Lexia was married. We walked from the Manhattan Temple to Bethesda Terrace in Central Park. I was proud of myself for picking such an elegant spot to photograph the newly-married couple. (I had only walked inside a small portion of the park once!) It was the second day of January and maybe the coldest day that Winter. It was windy, too, and so cold that no one stayed for pictures; they went straight to Marquette for brunch. In the end, it was just Lauren and me trying to snap pictures with our frozen fingers. The pictures still turned out alright, though; people posted compliments on Facebook.
I wonder if it could ever be cold enough to drive a man mad.
Last weekend, I went to a masquerade with some friends. We dressed up all fancy-like. We wore colorful masks. We arrived late and stayed late. We danced. You know the drill.
There's a Sunday during my high school years that particularly stands out to me. It was the day I saw my brother's testimony. Brooks had been . . . living on the edge? Partying a bit too hard? He was often late to church or not at church at all, but this Sunday, he was there. It was the rest hymn, and the chorister had motioned for us to stand while we sang. "I Believe in Christ" was the hymn, and somewhere in the middle of the second verse, I noticed that Brooks had quit singing. I glanced over and saw tears filling his eyes and streaming down his cheeks. It was a powerful witness to me that he believed in the gospel of Jesus Christ. He believed in Christ's atonement and it's ability to save and to change.
I believe in Christ; he is my King!(For the sheet music, see I Believe in Christ. For a good rendition, listen to The Mormon Tabernacle Choir sing it.)
With all my heart to him I'll sing;
I'll raise my voice in praise and joy,
In grand amens my tongue employ.
I believe in Christ; he is God's Son.
On earth to dwell his soul did come.
He healed the sick; the dead he raised.
Good works were his; his name be praised.
I believe in Christ; oh blessed name!
As Mary's Son he came to reign
'Mid mortal men, his earthly kin,
To save them from the woes of sin.
I believe in Christ, who marked the path,
Who did gain all his Father hath,
Who said to men: "Come, follow me,
That ye, my friends, with God may be."
I believe in Christ—my Lord, my God!
My feet he plants on gospel sod.
I'll worship him with all my might;
He is the source of truth and light.
I believe in Christ; he ransoms me.
From Satan's grasp he sets me free,
And I shall live with joy and love
In his eternal courts above.
I believe in Christ; he stands supreme!
From him I'll gain my fondest dream;
And while I strive through grief and pain,
His voice is heard: "Ye shall obtain."
I believe in Christ; so come what may,
With him I'll stand in that great day
When on this earth he comes again
To rule among the sons of men.