As part of my work, I’ve recently been reading a lot about youth who are in foster care and who identify as LGBTQIA+. My heart has been breaking as I’ve been learning about how many of these kids are in foster care because their families of origin rejected them because of their sexual orientation or gender identity/expression. A lot of these kids also face rejection from their foster families for the same reasons and can end up bouncing from home to home as they get rejected because of their identity. Can you imagine how hard that would be to not feel accepted by your own family?
It’s not enough to wait for the tide of public opinion to swing towards greater inclusion: we should be leading the charge. It’s also not enough to keep our prejudiced thoughts to ourselves but should labor to mitigate and eradicate them as we seek to become eventually perfected. The most Christlike missionaries do this.
At least, women would be if we interpreted all scriptures the way we interpret those about priesthood ordination.
A Tale of Two Supreme Court Justices (and what a fast-approaching Oaks presidency looks like for LDS girls)
This man is next in line to be the head of the church, but it often feels to me like he doesn't recognize the humanity of women at all. The idea that we could have the same longing for success in a career path as a man doesn't seem to occur to him. When I look at him, I see a man amused by my silly feminine ambitions to have done more with my life than just help a man achieve his best life.
And then I realized that unrestrained, unopposed, and unquestioned oneness is unrealistic and harmful. This origin myth is less about why we speak different languages and more about moral human development: maturing from simplicity to complexity. It is about the divine need for moral diversity.
Sara M. Patterson's boo The September Six and the Struggle for the Soul of Mormonism releases this month. Come for the stories of the September Six, stay for Patterson’s in-depth analysis of the church’s purity system that placed some ideas and bodies inside a circle of acceptability and pushed others out.
by Jessie R. A few months ago I saw Are You There, God? It’s Me Margaret in theaters. It was a wonderful movie and a...
I’ve always hated my middle name. In school, it was hard to pronounce. My middle name was reduced to C as many failed to give my name the respect it deserved. Growing up, my name had become a heavy weight, making me the target of jokes and mean spirited jabs about how funny it was compared to the cutesy, girly-pop, aesthetic and cool names most girls in my secondary school had.
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