had to walk out of the sunday school lesson about “being one” after the teacher started singing the praises of prop 8. had to mutter “ZION IS NOT FASCISM” to myself before that, to keep myself from grimacing too much. (also, he claimed that the Saints in Missouri were out-right abolitionists, which is a patented untruth).
and see, the problem I had with it was that it was all built around this message to “stay inside the lines”–and that’s complete and utter garbage. Where would God’s mission be in this world if Abraham had stayed inside the lines of Ur? Or if Moses had stayed inside the lines of Egypt? What if Paul had stayed inside the lines of The Law, trusting on it alone for salvation? What if Martin Luther stayed inside the lines and kept peddling indulgences to pay for St. Peter’s? Or if Joseph Smith had kept swerving like a pinball from congregation to congregation, if Wilford Woodruff had dug in his heels for polygamy to stay, if Martin Luther King hadn’t organized boycotts and marches across the south, if Spencer Kimball hadn’t prayed until he was faint in the upper room of the temple? How would God’s radical message of love and peace, a message too strong for human words, ever fall upon our tongues?
and creating us v. them battles, wars against “the world” or whatever we feel like decrying this week, is all well and good for creating a small burst of unity and allowing us all a nice pat-on-the-back. But it is worthless, completely and absolutely WORTHLESS, at achieving anything that matters; it is despicably USELESS if we’re talking about the kind of Unity that God wants us to create.
We’ve been thinking far too small: God does not want a united city, or a united ward, or a united stake, or a united states, or a united church, or a united nations. God wants a United World and He wants the other things only insomuch as they help create a United Human Family. Because that is what we were, up in heaven, and that is what we must be again.
(and Unity is not this kind of mindless, senseless conformity–the Devil is crafty at his counterfeits–but the building of a community, trying our hardest to find a common ground with others. and I guess I’m not doing this here, but, like I told my family, when I see this cancerous growth that’s inflicted the church, I feel like the native american shedding a single tear in the EPA commercial: just this profound and vast sadness and loss.)