I'm a Mormon. A really lousy Mormon.

I needed to make this blog because... Well, I needed to. I'm a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. As the title of this post says, I'm a "Mormon." I'm actually a lousy Mormon. I haven't been to Church in about a year and a half. I don't know why. Well, actually I do, but it's a really dumb reason, no need to bore anyone with the particulars. Just suffice it to say, I'm too lazy to get myself out of bed and shower/dress on Sunday mornings. I don't pray. I don't read my scriptures. I pretty much don't do anything I'm supposed to do to be a good Christian.

But you know the really weird thing? I LOVE my Church. I love being a "Mormon." I have no doubt in my mind that the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints is true. I have no doubt in my mind that the Book of Mormon is true. I know that Jesus lives and he loves me. I know that he is my Savior. He died on the cross for my sins so I can return to my Heavenly Father. I know my Heavenly Father loves me. I know I am a Child of God. I know Thomas S. Monson is a prophet of God and holds all the keys/powers of the Priesthood in this dispensation. I know that Dieter F. Uchtdorf is one heck of a good-looking guy.

Too bad we stopped that plural marriage thing 150 years ago. I think he'd have all the women lined up. I know I'd knock everyone out to be first. Oh, wow! Maybe that's the key to getting me back into Church. A huge picture of President Uchtdorf behind the podium for me to stare at. It's a thought. Oops! I digress. See what I mean about being a lousy Mormon? Who actually POSTS their crushes/fantasies about the 2nd Counselor of the First Presidency? That is SICK. I should be exterminated. I mean excommunicated.

Actually, back to being serious, there are a great number of times that I get "stuck" on a topic and have no where to go with it. I don't keep a journal (see title of post). My mother is Catholic and if I mention anything remotely spiritual she manages to go on about the Catholics. Like I care? If I did, I wouldn't have changed religions eons ago, ya know, mom? (I've got nothing against the Catholics. I'm just not into them.) Actually, it's funny, if I said, "President Hinkley said..." She automatically came back with, "The Pope said..." It's like who's leader is smarter/better/closer to God. She'd pick the most obscure things out of the air.

Me: President Hinckley said not to get "body art" because it destroys the Divine body the Lord has given to you.

Mom: The Pope said "Don't eat meat on Friday even when it's not Lent."

Me: "Uh, OK. Why can't you eat meat even when it's not Lent?"

Mom: "The Pope said so."

Me: "Oh, now THAT clears everything up."

So anyway, this is turning into a stand-up monologue--so very typical of me, I decided that I needed to create a blog for my spiritual side. You might actually get to see it at some point. Obviously not now. Although I do have to explain one of the sidebars and how it came to be. You know what. I'm going to do that in its own post. Why put something sacred with something stupid?