Ballet recital and the Sonntags do a reading

On Friday morning I took the kids to Qualtrics and passed a peaceful morning in the playroom.

In the afternoon and evening the girls had their final ballet rehearsal performance. I saw the rehearsal but missed the performance because Ammon and Clarissa were a mess. Abe got a darling video, though:

After the performance Abe and the girls rushed home so we could hand the kids off to a sitter and drive to Salt Lake to see our friends, the Sonntags, do a reading at the Avrec Art Center. My friend Kathryn is a poet and we have been emailing, and in our morning exchange she invited me to her reading. Bob, her husband and Abe’s high school friend, also gave a reading of a paper he wrote on Joseph Smith that blew our mind. Then another person stood up and gave a paper on sin metaphors in the Temple period 1, Temple period 2, New Testament, and Book of Mormon. (Hebrew sin metaphors imaged sin as a weight. Exilic Israel experienced a new economy and then the concept of sin morphed into quid pro quo debt, with Daniel hinting that good works could potentially balance the ledger. The New Testament alludes to an impossibly balanced ledger with Jesus paying our debt, and the Book of Mormon takes this concept even further in its teachings that atonement covers not just sin, but weakness and physical infirmity as well.) Then, wonder of wonders, Ruediger Matthews gave a talk on the allegory of Eden and the transgressive act of Eve. I literally almost cried in delight. It was the exact subject not only of my recent meditations, but of my Mother’s Day talk.

It was a wonderful evening.

Bob presenting.
Kathryn presenting.

Clarissa’s fever

Clarissa has had a fever all day and didn’t take a single nap except for a ten minute sleep in the car. Mary broke my dream of transitioning her to her bedroom when she fell asleep–for the first time ever–on the way to kindergarten. I had to wake Mary up to get out of the car, and that woke Clarissa up.

By the end of the day, poor Clarissa was exhausted and limp. I had to put her on the floor to bathe Ammon, and under normal circumstances she would scream her head off. This time she gave just one cry and then fell on the floor limp and listless until I picked her up again. It was so sad.

In the morning we visited Lydia at school to see her present her book report.

At Lydia’s harp lesson this morning I learned that Lydia’s harp recital is THIS SATURDAY. I had totally forgotten that. Oops. So we practiced a ton tonight since we have been extremely lax lately.

Eat the Fruit

I am giving the Mother’s Day talk in church, so I spent every spare second writing it today. Here it is:

 

As members of the Church, we have a singular interpretation of the Fall and of Mother Eve. Unfortunately, we also tend to speak of this experience in a singular way. Our ritual of teaching this principle often goes like this: We frame Eve’s “brave” choice to eat the fruit in relief against other Christian theologies which castigate her for this choice.  Then through a question and answer, we collectively arrive at the conclusion that while all the rest of the world makes Eve out as the villain, we do not. We collectively pat ourselves on the back for this doctrine and move on to the next point.

My discomfort with this way of teaching the Fall stems from two questions. First, where are Eve’s contemporary accusers? In my own experience attending a different Christian church during my childhood, I never once encountered someone teaching about the fall of Adam and Eve. All I remember were sermons on Christ and grace. And the secular world, which is admittedly rife with misogyny and malignant beliefs about women, rejects the existence of Adam and Eve altogether. Therefore, the way we currently teach this doctrine is plainly anachronistic and strips this story of its actual power to change us as individuals and as a people. What does this story matter to your personal spiritual journey if the only purpose of Eve is to highlight that our church is more true than others?

Brothers and Sisters, I would like to bear my testimony that the story of Eve is one of the most relevant, life-altering stories we will ever encounter in scripture, and she applies to you. Before we untangle her immediate relevance though, let us walk through her story once again and make sure we have it right.

In the Garden of Eden, God created Adam and Eve. The 1604 translation of the Bible says that Eve was Adam’s “helpmeet,” but I recently learned from a BYU talk sent along by Emma Freestone that the Hebrew translation of “helpmeet” is ezer k’negdo. Ezer means to rescue or save, and k’negdo means strength. So Eve was not a meek, suboordinate helpmeet for a superior Adam. Beverly Campbell, once the Church’s director of international affairs and author of the book, Eve and the Choice Made in Eden, gives us this translation of Genesis 2: 18: ““It is not good that man should be alone; I will make a majestic, saving power, equal with him, to be his companion.”

Adam and Eve were together given commandments directly from God. Right and wrong were clearly taught. The path for righteousness was obvious and clear. To eat of the tree of knowledge was forbidden, and both Adam and Eve took this instruction to heart.    

When Adam was presented with the fruit, he rejected the offer straightaway. Adam didn’t so much as ask Satan who he was or why he was initiating this disturbing conversation in the first place; he was so intent on obeying the commandments of God, that he “just said no.”

When Eve was given the fruit, she immediately recognized that the nature of the conversation she was having was just as important as the conversation itself; she asked Satan who he was, and questioned him on their relationship. She plumbed his motives and then took time to seriously consider the questions he posed. What happened next is difficult to explain, but “Dr. Nehama Aschenasy, a Hebrew scholar, said that in Hebrew the word which translated as beguiled in the Bible does not mean “tricked” or “deceived” as we commonly think. Rather, the Hebrew word is a rare verb that indicates an intense multilevel experience evoking great emotional, psychological, and or spiritual trauma.” (The Gift of Giving Life: Re-discovering the Divine Nature of Pregnancy and Birth, pgs. 2-3) This deep trauma opened Eve to the sensation of yearning. Eve yearned for knowledge. She hungered for experience and wisdom. When Eve ate the fruit, she literally took her life into her own hands to get knowledge, experience, and wisdom, whatever the cost, and however dark the journey. And, make no mistake about it, the the cost for her choice was high and her journey was dark. Ultimately, however, our beautiful theology gives us an enlightened understanding of her choice and journey. Though her choice broke God’s law, her journey was God’s will.

The personal application of Eve’s story is fraught with peril, and I believe it is that sense of danger which keeps our current conversations about her so lamentably superficial. In our Church, we celebrate Eve the woman, but we leave her example largely alone. Our church culture places a lot of emphasis on living our lives much as Adam did. We are taught to follow and obey, keep the commandments as perfectly as we can, and to put our trust and faith in God. When the prophet speaks, we are told that we are invited to receive personal confirmation of his words for ourselves, but we never discuss nor are we told what to do if our personal encounters with the Spirit lead us in an alternate way. When we have questions that seem to have no answers in this life, we repeat to ourselves the handy metaphor about the “shelf.” We put those questions on the shelf, faithfully trusting that in time, probably in the next life, we will have all the answers we need and everything will be okay.

There is nothing wrong with this approach to faith and to life. This, as we can see in scripture, was Adam’s exact approach. He followed, he trusted, he believed, and he obeyed. There are many situations in life where Adam’s approach to life is not only preferable, but honestly enlightened.

At the same time, Eve’s approach to the question of choice and agency is wise. She hungered and thirsted for further light and knowledge. She longed to be filled. She ate the fruit, welcoming the onset of complexities, ambiguity, confusion, and sorrows of mortal life. She took a dark journey, and, as she would one day articulate, this strange and terrible descent put her in the exact center of God’s will.

We, Eve’s children in the latter days, are on our own mortal journeys. There are times during our journeys that we will be faced with hard choices about what to believe, whom to trust, and how to act. There are those among us who have questions that feel urgent, that can no longer be shelved, and that we need to address if only to preserve our personal integrity. There are those among us who, as Eve did, hunger and thirst after further light and knowledge. We long to be filled.

As Eve did, we find ourselves stepping out onto journeys that feel dark and uncomfortable both often and at times. A true wrestle with questions about faith means that we will be vulnerable, our minds will be malleable, open to new ideas, able to internalize truths and deceptions all at once. My own patriarchal blessing explicitly tells me that part of my life journey will involve taking steps into the dark, but it also assures me with a gorgeous promise. As long as my heart is pure, there will always be protection there.

This is a poem I wrote two years ago while on my own journey, entitled She Sonnet.

 

She is the sonnet, dust of the divine

Infinity incarnate, bipedal spirit.

Her garden walled in weakness, flesh and fat,

She: The great molecular paradox.

Daughter, mother, wife, she-friend of the Friend,

Acting on the messy-hued backdrop

Of mixed intentions. Healing, hurt, wounded, whole,

Begotten Maker–her rest, sweet repose.

Sifter of messages, media, words;

Speaking, hunting, searching, skimming, hearing

Static noise and still spiritual thunder

Sorting seas of verbiage to find the Word.

The grinding search summed up in one sentence:

She–with the ears–hears God in her own mouth.

 

I have sound reason to believe that as long as we keep our faith, hope, and love close, these journeys into the dark unknown will yield rich treasures of spiritual knowledge. As we continue on, we discover that perhaps we quest not for concrete answers, but a dynamic framework for confronting both facts and mysteries.

One such mystery is the mystery of our Mother in Heaven. We know she exists, thanks to not only Joseph Smith’s explicit confirmation of this fact, but also of the plethora of other religions out there that have sensed the truth of the feminine divine. These religions have given her many names, Ashera, Isis, The Blessed Virgin, Great Mother, Shakti, Great Goddess, Shekina, or Ruah, (the Hebrew word for Spirit–did you know that “Spirit” is feminine in Hebrew?). http://www.marymagdalenewisdom.com/the-creative-heart-in-the-divine-feminine/

In our religion, we call her Heavenly Mother. We don’t speak of her much because, we often claim that we do not know much about her. But are we completely ignorant, and if so, why? If we don’t know much about Heavenly Mother, then it is because we have not made efforts to form a relationship. What divine, celestialized, perfected mother, would not yearn to have a relationship with her Children?

I would further speculate that Heavenly Father has not hidden Her from us because He could not bear for Her to be disrespected, as our cultural mythology so often hypothesizes. The feminine divine is equal to Her masculine counterpart and does not need His protection. After all, the first connotation in Eve’s name is “strength.” Rather, if She has not been revealed to us in all of Her glory, then it is either because we have not sought Her, or She has withheld Herself. Perhaps She does not care to be translated to our hearts through a patriarchal institution and through men. Instead, perhaps She longs for a direct, personal connection with us. But She is a veiled mystery, and if we wish to seek Her, we must go on a journey.

I am not an expert on Heavenly Mother. I personally am only starting this journey for myself, but as one on the journey, I can report that the preliminary discoveries are breathtaking not easily translatable to language. For that reason, much of the writing about Heavenly Mother happens to take the form of poetry, all of it thus far penned by inspired Mormon poetesses. Most recently we have Rachel Hunt Seeblik’s book, Mother’s Milk. If we had time, I would love to read the whole book here. Instead, I’ve narrowed it down to four short poems:

 

What Rosemary Taught Me:

It counts how we

God-talk.

He, Him, His.

She, Her, Hers.

They, Them, Theirs.

 

It counts how we

God-image.

Almighty Father.

Nursing Mother.

Partnered Parents.

 

What the Mother Taught Me

Creation is

More than

Procreation.

It is snow, birds,

Trees, moon,

And song.

 

Still Small Voice

The Mother was not in the wind,

Nor in the earthquake.

She was not in the fire,

But in a still, small voice.

 

She can Be Loud When She wants

She can be in the wind.

She can be in the quake.

She can be in the fire.

She can laugh at the still, small voice.

Eve’s spiritual wrestle and subsequent embrace of mortality in all of its perplexing opposition should give us the courage to wrestle with God about troubling political, theological, or personal issues that feel pressingly relevant to our own mortal experience. Faith journeys surrounding topics such as LGTBQ issues, historical questions about blacks in the priesthood, the historical practice of polygamy and the ghosts of this practice in current doctrine, contemporary church policies, and the infinite variety of much more personal traumas, outlooks, and experiences all invite questions that could, and, at times, should be shelved.

But, whether we are biological parents or not, we who are grown must be able to engage the questions that our young people and children bring to us. The questions they will ask in this particular time in history will be some of the hardest questions the Church has ever faced. The answers we give them will shape how relevant the Church will seem to the reality of the world they live in.  We can stick with the advice to “shelve it and have faith,” or we can give them specific, topic-related advice to our own personal wrestlings with the questions at hand. Better yet, we can encourage them to step out into the dark unknown of their own faith journeys, buoyed by the knowledge we have that God has seen us and our faith through when we did the very same ourselves. If God is real, and they are, then we can have the absolute assurance that the mess, the chaos, the unknowing, the questions, the search, the loss of innocence, the loss–these are at the center of divine will. They are part of the plan. Though the journey is dark, we are watched over, protected, and, eventually, lead to the still waters and green pastures of knowledge, understanding, and wisdom.

 

We often quote Proverbs 3: 5-6  Trust in the Lord with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths.

 

The next part of that proverb encourages us to actively seek wisdom and informs us that wisdom, here incarnated as a woman, is valuable:  

 

13 Happy is the man that findeth wisdom, and the man that getteth understanding.

 

14 For the merchandise of it is better than the merchandise of silver, and the gain thereof than fine gold.

15 She is more precious than rubies: and all the things thou canst desire are not to be compared unto her.

16 Length of days is in her right hand; and in her left hand riches and honour.

17 Her ways are ways of pleasantness, and all her paths are peace.

18 She is a tree of life to them that lay hold upon her: and happy is every one that retaineth her.

It is no coincidence the wisdom here is a woman, a female tree of life. Eve was the first who understood that the “getting of understanding” and the “finding of wisdom” have eternal value. When in conversation with Adam, Eve does not apologize for their mortal experience. Instead, she says, “Were it not for our transgression we never should have had seed, and never should have known good and evil, and the joy of our redemption, and the eternal life which God giveth unto all the obedient.” (Moses 5:11)

If your life feels complicated and full of loss, consider our Mother Eve, who reframed her own potential shame onto a template of  faithful, wise and even joyful understanding. If you find yourself in the middle of an honest struggle that feels dark and uncertain, look to Eve, your spiritual predecessor, your first mother.

We are never too old to engage in a significant spiritual wrestle. By the time our father Jacob engaged in a divine wrestle, he was already the patriarch of a large family. He was a prophet who had seen at least one vision of the open heavens. Clearly, he was not newly schooled in things divine. And yet, a personal crisis gave Jacob the impetus to spiritually and perhaps even physically (scripture is unclear ) wrestle directly with God. He emerged from that wrestle with a name change, an eternal blessing, and a hip condition on the side. No longer was he just “Jacob,” but he was Israel, and his House would stand forever.

 

What blessings await us when we either choose or are compelled to engage in a wrestle with God, our Heavenly Parents? What information will we obtain? What wisdom will be ours?

 

We never know until we eat the fruit.

 

Mother Eve led the way.

 

 

Catch Up! – Overwhelmed, kid cuteness and Hamilton

Hey everyone, this is Abe blogging tonight.  I’m not super sure how to use this new blogging platform well, especially when it comes to pictures, so sorry for the mess!

We are quite overwhelmed right now. I had to travel again last week for two days, which puts Lily it a very difficult spot with the four kids.  I always worry when I go because I know how chaotic and demanding things are right now.

Monday of last week, when I was gone, Lydia announced that her giant term book presentation (on poster board) was due that day. Whoops! Georgia went to the store for supplies, and Lily spent hours with Georgia and Lydia making a Rapunzel poster. I was way impressed with the product!

On a different note, Clarissa is going through an incredibly hard phase right now. She cries a ton. She cries in her seat when she eats solids. She’s been sick a lot so maybe that’s related, but it just seems she needs to be held a lot, which makes it hard, especially for Lily, to try to do things like make lunch for the kids, clean etc. Although she’s going though a very hard stage, she’s cuter than ever. You will see below that she just recently discovered her tongue. She sticks it out all the time and it is so funny.  Also, Ammon loves Clarissa and is super cute with her. Here is a video on that note.

Lily has been continuing through an amazing faith journey that she has been on as she’s trying to reconcile her LDS faith with certain troubling facts of history and policy.  Her journey has taken her to a beautiful place where she can fully enjoy her faith and believe in the inspiration happening in our religion without feeling the need to hold leaders to a standard of perfection.  She’s also been learning a lot more about how women related to the church and the gospel, which is providing her with some great content for her upcoming mother’s day talk and also helping her feel more whole.

I’ve been focused at work and trying to stay in shape. Lily loves to join me for morning exercise, but her plantar fasciitis really acts up every time, so she joins me as much as she can.

Aside from my travels, last week happened as normal, but Saturday through Tuesday (today) were especially awesome. Here is a quick recap.

Saturday: Lily and I got to see the play Hamilton! It was hands down the best play I have ever seen. I had a tear streaming down my cheek at the end. Lily is a mega fan and has heard the sound-track many times and loved every second of it. I just can’t get over how funny the King George character is. After Hamilton, I had the Stake Daddy Daughter Dance with my girls.  I look forward to that dance all year. My dad came up so we could take Lydia and Mary on a double date. We danced the night away, had refreshment meatballs, brownies and punch and had an amazing time. I’m so in love with my daughters!

Sunday: Lily taught relief society on the talk “Hard is Good” by Elder Ellis and had wonderful participation. We hung out outside after church and had a wonderful low-key evening.

Monday and Tuesday: I took staycation days from work to just be around, get some rest, help Lily get rest, and just be around for extra time with the kids, getting ahead on the chores etc. I have become such an incredible fan of staycations. They are lowkey, but in the end, we are all a little more ahead, a little more rested and refreshed, more connected in our relationships, and just more ready to take life on.

Picture Smorgasbord!

The Book of Common Prayer

Today I finished my second Sheri Dew book of the week, Women and the Priesthood. I also started preparing for my lesson next week on the talk, Hard is Good. In the evening I read selections from The Book of Common Prayer and decided that I should try using this regularly to supplement my own prayers, which have become very hurried over the years.

At mealtimes I am usually too irritated to feel prayerful, so I think I might try reading selections from The Book of Common Prayer out loud before saying our regular prayers. I reviewed many of the daily offices and really like them, although I find the calendar confusing and am not sure what should be read at what times of day. We’ll learn as we go.

Cooking marathon

On Saturday I cooked all day. Abe is going on a work trip at the beginning of this week, and I have realized that when I don’t cook in the morning or on the weekend, there is no way for me to get dinner on the table during the week. The idea that I can cook after bringing the kids home from school is delusional.

Also, Mary was up all Friday night puking, so we let her have a TV marathon while I cooked. I made sesame chicken noodle soup, broccoli cheddar soup, carrot ginger soup, turkey meatballs and spaghetti with pesto, curried roasted cauliflower, roasted broccoli, and blanched cauliflower (for a salad to be made later).

Abe took care of the kids and sorted clothes while I cooked. He is still sick and went to bed early while I finished Tara Westover’s memoir, Educated.

Mary epiphany

On Friday evening Abe went to a hockey game with his team while the kids and I baked banana bread and watched Coco. During the emotional climax when Miguel starts singing to his Grandma Coco, Mary started shuddering next to me. I turned and discovered tears streaming down her face. As the song progressed Mary started to sob, reaching underneath her little red glasses to wipe away her crocodile tears.

Then Mary buried her head in me and wailed, and my heart just melted. I also felt stricken with remorse and grief, because I realized in that moment that for two years I have been assuming Mary’s frequent meltdowns were something she could control. I don’t know why I’ve been so stupid, but as I watched her tender heart break for movie characters, I realized that Mary is genuinely sensitive and needs tender treatment.

I spent the rest of the evening petting, hugging, and cuddling with all of the kids. After the movie was over I let them eat warm banana bread while we all had silly conversations. I marveled at how beautiful they all are.

I am so lucky to be their mom.

Elder Amari’s story

Tonight we had the missionaries over for dinner. Elder Amari used to be a violent drug dealer from the Atlanta projects and was featured in the show, Scared Straight. He spent most of his middle school years in prison. When he got home from prison at the age of sixteen, he opened the door to his home and saw his mother on the couch. When she saw him, she dropped to her knees and prayed out loud for the first time. She prayed that God would send someone or something into his life to change him forever.

She prayed this prayer every day for two months, and one day when Elder Amari was sitting on his couch high on drugs, the missionaries came to his door. He thought they were the FBI and cursed them out. They calmly told him that they had been sent to him from God to “change his life forever.” Elder Amari was baptized weeks later and is now an incredible missionary.

I love his story. Jesus and his gospel have the power to forever change the bleakest life. Elder Amari is on a completely different trajectory now, and his future family will be so blessed.

On another note, I felt incredibly loved today. Out of the blue, UPS rang the doorbell and handed me…tickets to Hamilton. I tried two times to buy tickets and it didn’t work either time. Abe and I know for a fact we have not been charged for tickets, but somehow there must have been a mix up along the way–and now we’re going to Hamilton! Abe’s integrity is piqued so he is currently trying to track down whatever vendor sent us the tickets so we can pay for them.

In the meantime, I am viewing the tickets as a love note from God.

Lydia spent hours weaving today and I read Sheri Dew’s Worth the Wrestle after dinner.

This is the Place

Abe took the day off of work, and we all headed to This is the Place park. It is a recreation of a pioneer-times village with people in period costume, and kids can ride a train, pan for gold, visit a Native American Village, do a ton of crafts, ride ponies, and do farm chores. We didn’t do all of that, but we got a membership so we can go back and do all of the stuff we missed. Abe and I were busy talking to each other for a lot of the outing, and then we ran into our beautiful friend, Kathryn Sonntag, so I spent a lot of time talking with her.

Kathryn  writes poems, including this one, which is one of my top favorite poems EVER. For me, “As a Mother” is right up there with “God’s Grandeur,” my favorite poem of all time. Kathryn and I spent the next hour reconnecting and talking about everything. I just love her and wish she lived closer.

Here’s what we did when I wasn’t visiting with Kathryn:

Crafts in the hospital. This was originally a hospital with all women doctors and staff. I was so impressed!
Farm chores.

Ammon almost got trampled when this goat charged a bunch of the other animals. He got knocked over and the goat jumped over him. Ever since Ammon talks about how the “dog” stepped on him and “bwoke Ammon.” He says it was “sca-wy” and cries remembering it. 🙁
Pony rides.

After the outing, we drove through In-N-Out and fed the kids outside before baths and pj’s.

Picnic at home.

Then we all watched The Greatest Showman together.

Abe and I spent most of the day talking, talking, talking. We worked through our new-normal of being completely exhausted and burned out all the time. I forsook my diet a long time ago and have been stress eating like crazy, which makes me feel even worse than normal. During the last month we’ve had more tense moments than in our whole marriage, (at least it seems that way), but we’ve also talked our way into deeper love, compassion and understanding for each other. Abe is my hero.

Donuts for dinner

On Tuesday the girls did their practicing and then we all went to the mall to return some things. After our errands, the kids played in the mall playground. Ammon screamed and cried when it was time to go, but we placated him by letting him have some pretzel dogs and a cup of pretzel bites before leaving.

By the time we got home, he was asleep. While he slept, I took care of Clarissa and watched part of The Greatest Showman with the girls.

Then we ate “dinner” at 3pm and headed to the Museum of Natural Curiosity. I didn’t take any pictures all day because I was overwhelmed at the prospect of having to upload them to the blog, but if I had taken a picture, I would have taken one of Lydia helping Ammon in the museum. She gave him boosts through the whole ropes course, and in the play areas she guided him everywhere with her hand on his back. When he was determined to run the wrong way or make a break for the fire exit, she would grab him by the shoulders and point him in the right direction, and he trustingly followed her lead.

Lydia is such an outstanding big sister, and her patience with Ammon touched my heart. Also, she made the outing possible. I couldn’t have taken all four kids anywhere without Lydia’s help. As it was, leaving any fun place is a challenge with Ammon. I was wearing Clarissa while physically wrestling with a kicking, screaming, exceptionally strong two-year-old Ammon. It’s always a spectacle that ends with him sobbing and me sweating.

After the museum we drove through Krispy Kreme for dinner or dessert, depending on how you look at it. It was dinnertime, but since I fed them three meals before we left, I justified it as dessert. The kids happily said it was the “best day ever.”