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I realize that most of my readers are members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints but a few are not. The LDS church has been in the media a lot in the past year or so with Mitt Romney in the political arena, and Proposition 8 which was written to protect the traditional family (not to discriminate, as anti -Prop 8 people might ascertain), and now with a scene on Big Love that involves part of the temple ceremony.

In case you wonder, I will not be watching that episode of Big Love for two reasons; 1) I've never felt inclined to watch it before simply because it doesn't interest me and 2) I know what happens in the temple and I know that a television scene can't duplicate it. Yes, there are signs, tokens, blessings, covenants that can be copied and pasted onto a t.v. show but that's a very small part of the temple. I've watched concerts on t.v. and enjoyed the music. I've been to concerts on the front row and even on stage and I've experienced the music. I've watched fireworks on t.v. and enjoyed the color and sparkles. I've sat on a blanket on a warm summer night directly under fireworks and gotten chills from the experience. Spiritual things are learned spiritually. If you've ever felt God in your soul, you know what I mean.

On a related topic, I have heard the buzz about a Mormon Harvard student who was on a panel to discuss her religion and stumbled across it today. This girl has an amazing grasp on her religion, dogma, culture, testimony, and speaks articulately and freely about those things. I want to call her mother and ask her how she raised this girl. I then want to show this clip at church to everybody, young and old; especially the youth.

http://vimeo.com/2120177

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  1. Very nice, Nancy. I've been wondering what, if anything, to write about this. Well done. OH, and that girl was awesome, wasn't she?

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  2. Wow. Mom, you were right, that girl is brilliant. You'll be happy to know that she is my new role model.

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