Sunday, November 8, 2015

My Unconventional Journey: An uncorrelated view of the new LDS policy on baptism

My Unconventional Journey:  An uncorrelated view of the new LDS policy on baptism
by guest writer Tracy Giles



I spent half of my childhood in a gay home and found the gospel as a teenager.  My story is very different from many. As a daughter, a mother, a Primary President, and a friend, I would like to tell my story of conversion and how having the gospel as a teenager was an incredible blessing. Included in my story is a different perspective to the new policy that The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints (LDS church) has issued regarding children from same-sex marriages not being allowed to be baptized.  My heart is very heavy.

I was raised in a Bible loving, Christian home. I remember reading the Bible as a young girl late at night, next to a small night light in my room.  One particular night when I was about 8 years old, I got on my knees and prayed the most earnest prayer.  I asked the Lord sincerely why there were not prophets and apostles leading and guiding people in our time. I prayed for an answer to know why we were left alone in the world with only scripture stories of people from the past to guide us.  If God wanted to speak to His people on the earth today, I believed whole-heartedly he would. That prayer stayed with me for many years.

My mother and father loved my brother and me very much. I know they tried to make their marriage work, but ultimately it ended in divorce and my mom in a same-sex relationship.  It was an earth-shattering experience to go through.  My world didnt make sense any longer.  I chose to stay with my mom, and my brother moved in with our dad.

At the age of 13, we moved to Laguna Beach. My mom owned a coffee shop with her new girlfriend and I started my freshman year of high school.  With my father absent and my mother and her partner spending every waking hour at their cafe, I spent many hours alone. I was alone and in a downward spiral. My family was gone.  

This was a very dark time in my life.  I found myself in really troubling situations multiple times.  A girl from school, who was a member of the LDS church, befriended me and on one occasion when we were hanging out at her house, she explained to me that a prophet leads and guides her church. I told her that only God can call prophets and apostles.  She explained that Jesus Christ sat at the head of the church doing just that.  Upon hearing this news, tears swelled in my eyes. I had found it.  I knew I had found what my heart so desperately needed.  The Spirit overcame me and I knew that I needed more.

Naturally, my mom took notice that I was spending time with LDS friends, and wanted to know about their views on homosexuality. I was given the answer that you can be gay in the church, but you just cant practice it. I spent time pondering this and ultimately decided that as long as I was welcome with open arms and had a place in the church, I could move forward. I felt like this was the path Jesus Christ wanted me to take.  Everyone at church knew me and knew that my mom was in a same-sex relationship. They were accepting of our family life, so I felt like I had found a home.  My complete conversion didnt happen fast. My home life was still very confusing for many reasons.  However, every time I needed clarity and comfort, I found it in the LDS church. I found it in the scriptures. I found peace through the Savior, Jesus Christ.

My parents were not supportive of the doctrine of the church, so I met with the missionaries at church buildings or in members’ homes.  While my mom didnt like the church, I was still allowed to go.  We were able to make it work.  It was those fundamental years in high school when things could have gone really bad for me, but didnt because I had found something that brought me so much joy.  Having the church and knowing I had a place in it changed my life in high school. I still made mistakes, but It was such a good environment for me.

After high school I was on a spiritual high, so I moved to Provo, Utah to experience as much of the church as possible.  I was so saddened by what I found there.  I was never invited to church. Dates ended when guys found out I hadnt been baptized or that I had a gay mom.  I would hear members of the church idolizing the general authorities (highest church officials). They treated them like celebrities.  They were put up on pedestals and made infallible.  With the exception of a few people, I felt the members to be judgmental, gossipy and competitive.  I was really disturbed by what I found in Utah. I left after 4 months, without any interest in joining the church.  Side Note: Obviously, this does not represent all members in Utah. This was just my own personal experience as someone investigating the church.  There are many wonderful people there.

Forgetting Mormonism, I ended up moving to Los Angeles and started working in the music industry for a famous music producer. Life was back on track, or so I thought. A year or so later, I was at the gym trying to get in a good workout and a girl on the treadmill next to me started up a conversation.  She was a member of the LDS church and discovered I had once lived in Utah but was not LDS.  Though she extended an invitation for me to come to church with her, it was several weeks before I felt a prompting to attend. I couldnt find the girls information, but the name of the ward popped into my mind. Back then we had to use the yellow pages, so I looked it up and off I went. Sitting quietly in the back of the Relief Society meeting, I was asked to introduce myself. I stood up, gave a brief introduction and sat back down.  The girl in front of me turned around, smiled and said, Ive been waiting for you. At the age of 20, I was baptized.

My family has some different beliefs than I do, and they truly didn’t want me to get baptized. Differences set aside, they were able to support it, and I’m thankful that the choice was always mine.  Im thankful for a loving Heavenly Father who saw fit to give me the challenges Ive had in life because they’ve only made me stronger. As a teenager, I learned how important it is in life to respect the life choices of other people. Even though my mom and I don’t see eye to eye when it comes to spiritual matters, we can treat each other with fairness and kindness. I didn’t learn that lesson in a Sunday school class, I learned that lesson because I was living it. It was my life.

The church has come out with a new policy that doesn’t allow children of same-sex marriages under the age of 18 to be baptized. This new rule makes it so that even if a child living in a same-sex marriage household receives permission from their parents, they will not be able to receive the ordinances of the church.  The child and family are no longer allowed to exercise their agency in this matter.  Reasoning for this policy has been explained by Elder Christofferson, “We don't want the child to have to deal with issues that might arise where the parents feel one way and the expectations of the church are very different.”  

My story in the church began when I was 14 years old; a child.  The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints has built its foundation on the vision of a 14 year old boy who prayed in the woods. He overcame great adversity both in the grove and defending his testimony until the day he died.  Children carry greater strength than most people give them credit for.  The goal of the new policy is to protect them so, theyre not placed in a position where there will be difficulties, challenges, conflicts that can injure their development in very tender years.I dont know of any teenager in or out of the church that isnt faced with incredible challenges in these latter days that could injure their development. Its a dark world right now and children today are faced with hardships that are beyond what other generations ever had to deal with.  Why would a church exclude a group of kids that so desperately need a place of fellowship in these dark times?  If the LDS church is truly God’s kingdom on earth and the only place to receive the gift of the Holy Ghost, why would they want to exclude children that so badly need the blessings the church claims only it can offer?  If their parents are ok with it, gay, straight, whatever, with a parents consent they should be allowed to be baptized. If the same-sex parents aren’t ok with it, then they don’t have to give consent.  Why the need to take away their agency to decide?

What I find very interesting about Elder Christoffersons explanation of this policy is that he never quotes the Lord or talks about how this came as revelation. Referenced in his explanation was a sociology professor and a member of the board of directors of Affirmation, but not scripture or the Lord. The philosophies of men were used to justify it to the world. If the Lord is truly at the head of the church, then do we need to rely on the the opinions of experts? Again, if the Lord is at the head of the church and He leads a child to the gospel, He will provide a way for that child and their family through the difficult times.  There may be hard years, but the Lord will provide a way. As Elder Eyring said, If you are on the right path, it will always be uphill.

Some may say that the children of same-sex couples are more than welcome to still attend church activities and be apart of the LDS community. Isnt the point of not allowing these children to be baptized to protect them and their family? If they are still welcome to attend church activities wont that place them in an environment that will provide opportunities to learn things that will confuse them and cause conflict in their homes? The only way to truly protect them then is to have them not come at all.  The church’s new policy labels same-sex marriage partners as apostates and forbids the ordinance of baptism to their children.  What a sad thing that is.

If you have ever read the scriptures, then you must be familiar with the fact that prophets have been known to make mistakes. Its written throughout history. Joseph Smith made mistakes, he admitted to them.  Old Testament prophets did things that needed to be corrected, which is also true of Book of Mormon prophets. There are examples in the New Testament of Jesus Christ correcting his apostles.  In todays church, it has become all or nothing.  Either you believe the church is run by Jesus Christ and therefore every single thing that is said by one of our church leaders is of God, or you dont. If you dont, you become labeled as someone who doesnt support your church leaders.  I believe that our church leaders can make mistakes. Big ones. Not giving blacks the priesthood was a huge mistake.  You can still be an active member of the church with an understanding that our church leaders are human beings. They are men. They are not perfect and they will make mistakes. Instead of blindly following them, we should be praying and pondering all things, then letting the Spirit testify to us if it is true. Follow Jesus Christ and let Him lead you.

To all the children who this directly affects, Im so very sorry.  Im brokenhearted for you.  I mourn with you and your families. Please know our Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ would never reject you. They love you and they want you to experience the fullness of His love. I love my mom and all my friends and family who are or were in a same-sex relationship. They are some of the most amazing people I know. They are kind and loving. They are funny and brave.  They are charitable and selfless. They are incredible examples of unconditional love. I have seen them first-hand teach and live some of Christ’s most important lessons.  Its been an honor to have them in my life.  You also can have both in your life: the gospel and the people you love who are gay. This journey you are on may seem hard at times, but Heavenly Father will never leave your side.

Friday, June 5, 2015

Meadows, not lawns


"What is a weed?  I have heard it said that there are sixty definitions.  For me, a weed is a plant out of place."                         - Donald Culross Peattie
A not-so-fond memory of my childhood was the required digging up of dandelions in our yard.  My mom seemed to enjoy it though.  She would sit outside for hours, chewing on sunflower seeds and digging up dandelions.


For those that aren't familiar, allow me to explain. This here handy dandy tool is used to "pop" up dandelions.  Just place the point an inch or two behind the dandelion, apply downward force at an angle toward the bottom of the weed root, and then attempt to pry it up.  If you do it properly, you will hear a "pop" and you can easily pull the dandelion out of the ground.  It's really quite simple and oddly satisfying.

 As a kid, I tried a short cut and would mow the lawn to chop the tops off, thinking I was ridding our lawn of the noxious weed.  Ah, the logic of a teenage boy.

If I had this neat gadget, I may have enjoyed it a little more.  Dandelion extraction with the Cadillac of removal tools.  Fiskars, a Finnish company (hyvä Suomi!) is known for their scissors so why not get into the dandelion removal business?  That looks like an efficient way to prune a lawn. 



I've been thinking about lawns recently.  Not because of an infestation of dandelions and weeds, but because mine is dying.  It's dying because I'm not watering it enough.  There's something about a lush well-manicured lawn that is properly watered.  It invites you to have a picnic or lay down and search for cloud animals, feeling the breeze of the wind on a warm spring day.  My lawn isn't inviting anything right now.

I read an article today written by an LDS woman, Lavina Fielding Anderson, titled, "In The Garden God Hath Planted:  Explorations Toward a Maturing Faith."  There is a lot in here that speaks to me (and some that doesn't) and I feel is relevant for us today, despite being written 25 years ago. I encourage you to take some time to read it yourselves.


Borrowing off of Ms. Anderson's analogy, I often wonder about the type of individual who can thrive in our church environment.  Is it one that comes to us as a green blade of grass and comfortably plants themselves among the other like-color blades of grass in a beautiful, lush, green lawn?  Is this person happily waiting for the weekly mowing that shaves a little off the top so they are the same size and shape as their neighbor?  Do they get their nourishment from the same amount of water and nutrient source so as to progress and grow and develop at the same relative speed as the other blades of grass in the same general area?


What type of individual DOESN'T thrive?  Does a blade of grass that is initially accepted into the lawn, but doesn't soak up water or nutrients from the soil the same as the next guy, die off and whither into thatch?  What happens when a dandelion comes along that wants to hang out in the grass?  Are they accepted as they are or do we quickly "pop" them off at the root and demand they become a blade of grass?  Do we do what I did as a kid and "shave" the top off so as to simulate conformity for another week until it's time to mow again?  Where are the dandelions in our churches and communities?  Are they attempting to pose as a blade of grass hoping they don't get discovered?  Perhaps we know who the dandelions are, but choose to hang out with the rest of the green grass instead.  It's more comfortable fitting in.


Maybe it isn't supposed to be a green lawn after all.  Maybe we are individual plants, flowers, grasses and weeds in a vast meadow, each with our own identity that is neither right nor wrong, but equally loved by God.  Are we providing the right kinds of nutrients for each individual plant to survive, or are we assuming that ALL need the same care?  Don't we each grow at our own pace, different from our neighbor, but all contributing to the beauty and majesty of the Meadow?

What is our obsession with trying to convert everyone into a uniformly green lawn of "identical blades?"  Sometimes I fear that we "value" the lawns over the meadow as Ms. Anderson suggests.  Perhaps we are a little too efficient in maintaining our lawns so everyone looks, acts, believes, grows and lives in conformity.  There is value in creating an atmosphere where a dandelion can come in, take a look around, and decide this wouldn't be such a bad place to hang out, without feeling that their presence will distract from the perfectly cut green grass we work so hard to maintain.

As for me, I'm a dandelion.  Really not of much worth.  In all fairness, I should be uprooted and tossed aside if not for the grace of God, who hopefully accepts me as an individual weed in His meadow.  I believe God wants us to create meadows, which accept all manner of plants. I believe He wants us all to thrive as an individual by drinking of the living water, that we may never thirst.


In a lesson on living water, Jesus teaches us from an interaction with a woman of Samaria. in John 4: 7-14.  

The Lord, resting near a well, asked the Samarian women for a drink.  This woman was caught off guard as the Jews didn't have "dealings" with the Samarians.  She was a clearly a dandelion to the Jews.  The Lord replied,
"If thou knewest the gift of God, and who it is that saith to thee, Give me to drink; thou wouldest have asked of him, and he would have given thee living water."
 Confused at how He was going to provide this drink of "living water," she inquired of the Lord and He replied,
"Whosoever drinketh of this water shall thirst again:  But whosoever drinketh of the water that I shall give him shall never thirst; but the water that I shall give him shall be in him a well of water springing up into everlasting life." 

The Samarian woman didn't quite catch on.  She was hoping some type of literal water that would forever quench her thirst and eliminate the need to walk to the well to constantly fill her cup.

My lawn will surely wither this summer as the sun beats down onto my water-deprived property.  Despite the vast oceans of salt water along our coast, California is, in a very real way, dying.  There is water, but it will not quench our thirst.

The Lord and His gospel, in all His mercy, provides a way to drink of the cup of eternal life and never thirst again.  If we drink not of the living water we will surely die. All need this nourishment.  Shall we not create an environment of long-suffering, gentleness, meekness, and unfeigned love, which allows all people to come in, stay, and drink of the living water freely?