Saturday, September 19, 2009

Going incognito...

I'm going anonymous and have started a new blog. Its a bit more "edgy" than this one. If you would like a link to my new blog, please leave me a comment with an email address and I will send it to you. I'm putting moderation on the comments so that no one but me will see the email.

I'll be leaving this website up, and checking and responding to comments, but no longer posting new posts.

Thursday, September 17, 2009

The Psychology of Religious Adherence

I am performing a psychology experiment and need as much input as possible! I am trying to draw quantitative conclusions from MBTI results and religious leanings. If you would, please take the following two quizzes and post a comment with your results (you may alternatively email me at katie dot edmondson at gmail dot com). Please give me at least your first 3 results from the BeliefNet quiz). If you already have the results for MBTI, you can skip the quiz and just give me your 4-letter type.

MBTI Type
http://www.humanmetrics.com/cgi-win/JTypes2.asp

Religious Preference
http://www.beliefnet.com/Entertainment/Quizzes/BeliefOMatic.aspx

I will provide a link with the analyzed results once I have them all tabulated.

Thanks,

Kate

Monday, August 3, 2009

On hiatus...

My dear blog readers,

Many of you have commented on my infrequent posting as of late. I regret to announce that my blog is going to be on hiatus for awhile. I am currently absurdly busy with work and Breast Cancer 3-Day training and knitting.

More than that, though, many of my issues that I touched on in my last post have not been resolved. Other issues have since been added to the previous ones. To pull from a common song lyric, "The more I know, the less I understand." As it was never (and is not currently) my desire to negatively influence anyone else's faith, I have decided to withdrawal from the Bloggernacle for a time. I need to understand better what I believe and where I think God wants me to be. I am hopeful that in a few months, I will have ironed out the kinks in my testimony and be stronger for it.

Thanks for all of your words of support and comfort. And please, before anyone exhorts me to pray about it, read my scriptures, or go to my Bishopric, know that I am, I do, and I have. Thanks again for reading, and I hope to be back soon.

Love, Kate

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

The Disillusionment Phase

Recently, my husband and I attended a marriage and family retreat. One of the speakers described three phases of the marriage relationship as the honeymoon, disillusionment, and joy phases. The honeymoon phase is where your spouse can do no wrong, and is perfect. The disillusionment phase occurs when you start to realize that your spouse is not perfect, and ask yourself "what have I done?" However, it is only with a full understanding of the other person, warts and all, that you can reach the "joy" phase, where you love one another despite (or even because of) their failings, and this makes the commitment that much greater.

I've been thinking alot recently about how this concept applies to my walk with God. It will be 10 years ago in September that I officially joined the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints (the Mormons). Before joining the church, I thought I had done a lot of research into my decision. I had spent 4 years looking at other churches, learning their doctrine and attending their church services. Surprisingly, not all of my academic efforts led me to the decision to become Mormon. It all came down to the Holy Spirit and what it was telling me God wanted me to do.

When I was meeting with the missionaries, they talked alot about the Restoration, and how we are the only church with authority on the earth. The talked about how other churches have light and knowledge, but how ours is the only one with the fulness of the Gospel. In Conference talks, there is a lot of focus on our church Fathers, the Pioneers who lead the way across the Plains to Utah to settle Zion. In our Sunday School lessons, Church history focuses exclusively on Joseph Smith's first wife (Emma), and ignores the "less-savory" aspects, such as polygamy, blacks in the Priesthood, the expulsion of the intellectuals, the Church's role in the ERA, etc.

I knew that there was a lot of history that has tripped up the testimonies of others in the church. For that reason, I have really pushed off learning about it, in an effort to build my own faith before trying it. This past year, I made the decision to open that historical can of worms and found... worms. Yes, it wasn't as bad as I was afraid of (it wasn't snakes). However, it still has been enough to change my perspective and shake things up a bit for me.

I know that all churches have things about them that they would prefer to ignore. The Catholic church has the Inquisition and its relationship with Hitler. Muslims have the fundementalist view of Jihad. Mormons have polygamy. The problem I am having now is that for years I have thought that our church was perfect. That the Prophets would never teach anything that was incorrect or untrue. Then I find statements from Brigham Young saying that interracial marriages are, in God's eyes, punishable by death. I find contradictions, where early church leaders taught that the "new and everlasting covenant" meant polygamous/plural marriage, whereas now we teach that only monogamous marriage is acceptable. While my faith in fundemental Gospel principles and doctrines remains firm (I still believe in the Restoration, for instance), my ability to blindly accept everything the Prophet says as true has been shaken.

It may not sound like that big of a deal, but in alot of ways it is. Its like being married to someone and then finding out that they aren't what they appeared to be when you married them. You still love them, but some of the being "in love" has worn off. You find out that they have imperfections where you once found them perfect. They have fallen from a pedestal you had placed them on. My hope is that this disillusionment phase can only lead to a final joy, where I can rest in my stronger testimony of God and His Apostles.

Another thing that I realized recently is that there are several non-doctrinal "ways to faith" that the Mormon church doesn't really emphasize. For instance, meditation and devotion are largely undiscussed in our faith culture. Yet, these are some of the ways that I have felt closest to God in the past. I have been rediscovering them, and realizing how much my own spiritual growth has suffered without them. How does one learn about these things, when they are not taught or an active part of the faith culture you are in? Does the fact that they are not taught make them wrong?

Another example is the idea of a personal ministry. In the Mormon church, you are called by a priesthood leader, through no power or act of your own, to different responsibilities/ministries in the church. There is really no place for someone who feels God calling them. Typically, it is said that if you aspire to a calling, then you are unrighteous. Its as if God must work the hierarchy; if you haven't been called by a priesthood leader, it doesn't count.

Recently, I have been feeling more and more like God has been trying to call me to a specific ministry. But I can't determine what it is. Moreover, it is somewhat impotent when I feel like there is not a church program or mechanism for me to reach that ministry, no matter what it may be. I felt strongly that I was supposed to go to the Marianist retreat. Now I feel that I should be exploring other faith cultures again, to "find" this ministry. But to what end? If I know the Book of Mormon is God's word, then what else and where else can I go?

Friday, May 29, 2009

Something to remember

Last night, my son Josh woke up around 1:30 am with a raging fever. His whole body was wickedly hot to the touch. We gave him Tylenol, but it did nothing. As the night wore on, he couldn't sleep, moaned and twitched all over with his eyes awake, calling out "Mommy," over and over again, for hours. I tried to reassure him I was next to him, but it didn't seem to help.

Finally, around 5:30 am, Andy turned to me and asked, "Are you really worried about him?"

"Yes," I replied.

"Would you like me to give him a blessing?"

I thought for a moment, and remembered that it had been my very first thought at 1 am, but that I hadn't woken him because I thought the Tylenol would work.

"Yes, please." I replied.

As Andy placed his hand's on Josh's head, he began to scream and cry, writhe and moan. Andy gave him a quick blessing. Within seconds of the blessing ending, I could physically feel the heat in his body begin to recede. His fever disappeared, and he was soundly asleep within 5 min.

I have seen and witnessed the power of healing blessings before, but never have I seen it where a physical ailment disappeared at the instant of the prayer.

God is so good.

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Vocation vs. Confirmation: The Varying Faces of the Spirit

A concept that is very common to most non-Mormon Christians is that of a “vocation”. By vocation, I am not referring to a job or career choice, at least not entirely. A vocation, ministry, or calling is the concept that God calls each of us, male and female, to specific life paths. Our responsibility is to listen to the Holy Ghost to determine what that life path is.

In contrast, the Mormon concept of the role of personal revelation is slightly different. One of its main goals that is stressed is to receive a witness of the truthfulness of a revelation from the prophet or other priesthood leader. This can be as varied as a testimony of the Word of Wisdom to whether you are really supposed to have that calling in Primary. Secondly, while it is generally accepted that each person has his or her own path that God has for them, generally speaking this path is already assumed to be broadly laid out for them in the Plan: birth, baptism, priesthood ordination (men), mission (men), marriage, kids, career (men), and death. Deviations from the Plan typically evoke strong responses from other ward members. “You didn’t serve a mission? I’ll only marry an RM”; “I feel worthless as a woman because I can’t have children/can’t find a spouse”; and “I feel worthless as a man because I am 26 and unwed,” etc. Given the confirmatory role of the Holy Ghost, the use of personal revelation as a guiding compass for an eternal life plan is sometimes lost.

The women who attended the Marianist retreat this weekend were varied. There were several SAHMs, three working moms, parents with 1, 3, 4, or even 6 kids under the age of 8. One mom had a special needs child. Two of the women were doctors. One was a Harvard graduate. One of the girls looked to be younger than most high school students I know, but she was the very happy SAHM of a 10 month old, and seemed content and secure in her role. What was lacking from our conversations? Judgments. Justifications of why is was “ok” for each person to choose what they had chosen. Time and again, the word “vocation” was used: “I felt from the time I was a young child that it was my vocation to be a wife and mother,” “I felt God calling me to heal people,” “I had post-partum depression, and was terrified to have more kids, but God reassured me.” (that last one was NOT even from me, by the way).

Suddenly, as if in an instant, I received the answer to my prayer I had had in my heart for years. I’ve received numerous blessings from my husband and others, and numerous answers to prayers that have said, “I bless you to know God’s will for your life.” I’ve prayed, over and over again, to have a confirmation that I am supposed to find joy in mothering and be a SAHM. I have prayed and prayed for that confirmation, but never gotten one. I prayed a few months ago about whether we should start trying for another baby, and the answer was an extremely resounding “No, not now”. I’ve reprayed, because I’ve felt the answer can’t be right – and I’ve repeatedly received the same answer.

Meanwhile, every door was opening for me down the path I have taken – to my career in science writing. My blessings, even my patriarchal blessing, all talk about using my academic skills. When I pray about the path I have taken, choosing to work, I always feel at peace, or I feel God’s arms around me, comforting me. When I pray for confirmation on being a SAHM, it is always confusion. I finally realized at the retreat – I know what my vocation is. It’s to use my academic knowledge and skills to bless others, in myriad ways. I’ve just been blinded to it by my insistence that I should fit the proscribed path for women. In the moment that I had a word for it – my vocation – it was like heavy weight was lifted from my shoulders. I was free from expectation, and I could just be the Kate God wants me to be.

The frustration is still there, and very much alive – that there is a prescribed life path that I am supposed to be on, but am not. But at least now I have a word for what is happening. Vocation. And that makes all the difference.

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

The Marianist Retreat for Families with Young Children

This past weekend, my family and I spent 3 days at the Marianist Retreat Center in Cape May, NJ. We attended their “Parents with Young Families” retreat, which is intended for families with children 7 years of age and younger. The Marianists are an order within the Roman Catholic church. “Orders” are subgroups of Catholic nuns (sisters), priests (brothers), or lay members who choose to follow specific paths of holiness under the leadership of a religious superior. For instance, the Franciscan order are followers of St. Francis of Assisi who place emphasis on the law of poverty and a respect for nature. The Marianists are the Society of Mary (the mother of Jesus), and their emphasis is on relationships with others, particularly family relationships.

Attending this retreat was one of those “God moments” in your life when you know that a door is being opened for you. Five years ago, when my husband and I were first married, we went on our honeymoon to this small cottage in Cape May located 1 block from the beach. Next to this tiny cottage was a large, beautiful, rambling building with a sign out front declaring it as the “Marianist Center”. Throughout the week, we saw teenagers go in and out of this building, playing games in the back yard. It seemed incredible to me that there were teenagers hanging out at what appeared to be a religious building. Finally, I worked up the nerve and asked one of the teens what was going on, who they represented. “We’re Marianists,” he replied. “Its an order in the Catholic church.” It didn’t really clear much up for me. However, the kid appeared embarrassed that I talked to him, so I didn’t press the issue.

Then, this year I started this blog, eventually linking it to Facebook. One day, I received an email from an acquaintance, who I’ll refer to as L. She and I had had choir together my freshman year of high school, and had done a few drama shows together. But when I had to drop out of drama my sophomore year, I basically lost touch with her since we went to different schools. L had been reading my blog with some interest, since she was taking a religion course with her Catholic faith group. I FB-stalked her and found out that she had met her now-husband at a Marianist retreat. Curious, I emailed her back, and asked if it was related to the one I had seen in Cape May. Turns out it was the same one! As we chatted by email, L told me more about the retreats, how they are geared towards strengthening families in the Gospel. I was naturally really curious, and after picking her brain and doing some of my own research, took the plunge and decided to sign up for the Families with Young Children retreat. L promised that she would also go that weekend as a volunteer, so that I wouldn’t feel quite so weird as the non-Catholic infiltrate :-)

Its hard to describe the retreat. Andy described it as a Mormon EFY for Families – an EFF. (I’ve never been to EFY, so I can’t say). We had talks, activities, and attended masses that were all geared towards parenthood, religion, and strengthening marriage. There were volunteers to babysit the kids during the marriage talks, and to put them to bed at night. There were socials on Friday and Saturday nights when the kids were asleep. There were 8 couples total, including us, and two of families were non-Catholics (us and a Mennonite couple). We actually never declared our non-Catholic heritage, and skirted around questions, but when someone asked us outright if we were Catholic, we told them we were Mormon (this was the Mennonite family). Aside from Saturday night prayer, which involved exposition of the Eucharist, I was completely comfortable as a non-Catholic throughout the whole retreat.

Its also difficult to describe the feelings that I have had over the last several days, during and after the retreat. I can say without hesitation that it was my 2nd most spiritual experience of my life, the first being my discovery of the Book of Mormon. My mind is in such a tumult of thoughts, and my feelings so varied that I will probably be blogging on my reactions of this trip for months. I feel like only half Mormons… yet to deny some of the insights I have gained over this weekend would be to deny my self. My testimony of the restoration of the Gospel and Book of Mormon is stronger than ever. However, being in an environment where I wasn’t judged, and where there wasn’t this overarching cultural homogeneity that I was expected to conform to was like a breath of fresh air after being stuck in a stuffy room for years.