Tonight it was my turn to pick our movie (the kids get to watch a movie and have popcorn if they’re good during church, and we take turns picking the movie). I chose “America’s Choir” — about the Tabernacle choir (you can imagine the children’s picks are not quite as celestial as mine). We initially bought it for Drew to use in class, so I had never seen it — but I was happy to see that in it, is my favorite Tabernacle Choir Number “Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing”. I loved it at BYU, and I still love it now.
For those of you unfamiliar with the tune the main part in which you really feel inspired is this:
I was brought back to Relief Society today. We had another combined meeting about Proposition 8. I’ve been having SUCH a hard time with it lately, and the last thing I needed was another lesson on it. I have my lists, I have my donation slip, my yard sign is on its way — but I have yet to take the big steps. And why is that?
I am afraid.
I am prone to wander.
I am prone to worry.
My heart is not yet sealed.
I was miserable in the class. I was inspired by some of the things said there. I was also appalled by the things that will come along with this bill. Realizing that committing gay marriage to law brings it as a “norm.”
Some of you may be shocked to know that I was adamantly pro-choice in high school. I felt that it was a woman’s right to choose, and that Satan’s path was to make us do something. One day someone gave a talk in General Conference that changed all that for me. He said that there is no reason our laws shouldn’t back-up what we believe. Am I pro-abortion? No, of course not. I doubt anyone is (in the general context — they might find it right for themselves in sticky situations but should be avoided if possible). It was a mind frame switch for me. The things I believe so strongly should be backed-up by the law.
And yet, here I sit with 100 proposition 8 fliers sitting by my front door untouched.
Do I believe in gay marriage? No, I think that children reared in that environment aren’t given the best opportunities to thrive. Period. Who cares what they’re doing behind closed doors because frankly, that’s what a marriage is about — rearing children. And while gays can’t actually conceive children — many of them plan to have families.
So, how do I seal my heart? Who do I get on the firm foundation to go out and knock on doors.
I will pray. I will ask Heavenly Father for help — for He is the only one that can truly seal my heart. So whatever kind of response I get at those doors I can say, “thanksforyourtime.” and go on to my next knock.