C. Thomas Asplund: Quiet Pilgrim
April 2, 2018[…] my isolation in the Church, with its frustration and loneliness … Yesterday was stake conference. On a black day that’s always good for re minding me of my inadequacies. The only way of escaping […]
[…] my isolation in the Church, with its frustration and loneliness … Yesterday was stake conference. On a black day that’s always good for re minding me of my inadequacies. The only way of escaping […]
[…] and humor. Many Mormon writers would write the ambiguity out of this scene. A priesthood holder, while dating one man’s wife, wants to pray with her about his adultery with another woman, wife to […]
[…] and tend to become indifferent to religion rather than join another, similar church. Sterling McMurrin expressed the di lemma simply when he opined: “The question is not whether Mormon ism is true, but whether […]
[…] “everyone” were a lifeless body “or old man’s staff.” What seems to me white, I will believe black if the hierarchical Church so defines. —Ignatius of Loyola, founder of the Society of Jesus (Jesuits) […]
So now you sit with a black eye by a glass wall on the sixteenth floor. Already I see our talk in paragraphs I can’t read, topics in the margin, one clear sentence about clutter.
[…] of difficult issues. Subtlety—or complexity—of thought seems to be too much for the media. If it’s not black or white, yea or nay, liberal or conservative, it’s too complex for most reporters or their […]
[…] (“hemis” means “far away”—they have come from far away and must now return). Their bodies are painted black with white symbols on the breast and back, and tufts of spruce branches are tucked in their […]
[…] lunch, with a double mushroom cheeseburger, large fries, and chocolate shake for tea. She runs knock-kneed, wears black bikinis during the summer, drives down the highway to the station wagon stereo blasting Paul Simon’s […]
[…] field, with whom would you side?” All of my attempts to avoid having things expressed in such black-and-white terms collapsed in the way this question was worded. There was only one right answer and […]
[…] an intellectual conversation was nothing to sneeze at. And indeed a response did await him, scribbled in black magic marker: Who gives a shit. Hewlett was unappreciative of the profanity and scribbled, I do! […]