My favorite Sunday activity is meeting with friends and family to hear what nuttiness went down in church. Holy? Hmmmm. Fun? Yes. Also, I have a sneaking suspicion that God watches what goes on in church, and sometimes does the same thing. Like with Gabriel. Hey, Gabriel, did you HEAR what they are doing in the 11th ward?
Just saying. No offense. Bless her heart. Whatever other cliches I can say and not get in trouble for that hypothetical.
Anyway. The winner today was the lady who told her class that she "Sees all these young women down at BYU training to be professionals, and she just wants to wave the Proclamation to the Family in their faces and say: Get with the program!"
Sigh. Sometimes I miss being in an all-white ward of extreme privilege. Your world is so very, very pretty in black and white.
Anyway, we nodded in sympathy and outrage and reassured ourselves that comments like that wouldn't happen in our ward. We promised ourselves that we would stand up for ourselves if it did. (Most of us in the conversation were- wait for it....young female professionals.)
One person sagely pointed out that opinions like this occur elsewhere. In fancy- pants wards. And Saudi Arabia.
But it still stung. I'm still upset about it. It still makes me question how on earth the Gospel of Jesus Christ got so horribly sidetracked. Why don't we talk about Jesus at church?
What makes me really uncomfortable is the fact that it makes me wonder which one of us would be considered the nut. Is she the crazy one, for insisting that you can't be a "primary caregiver" and a "professional" at the same time? Or is it me? For hoping, thinking, and almost believing that I can?