Mormon=Me

Religion.  Church.  Jesus.  Scriptures. 

People wonder: Why am I Mormon?  They don’t see what I see in my religion.  Am I following just a religion or am I truly following Jesus Christ?  Am I following a man, or am I following God? 

What am I following?  Why Mormonism, Why not another religion? Do I want to explore the thought of going to another church?  Do I really have to go to church to believe in God?  Why go to church at all?  Maybe these are just some good topics for some of my postings…..maybe

So why Mormonism??? If you have read my “Why I am Mormon” Posting then you would have read my testimony of why I choose to be Mormon.  Yes I was raised in a house where my parents were Mormon.  My mother was active, while my father wasn’t.  But my road to my religion is in fact my road. It all comes down to the fact that I am choosing this way.  I could ask why are you catholic, Methodist, Baptist, Lutheran, or non-denominational? What are your beliefs? Why do you believe that way?  Because, you and I believe how we believe. We are separate beings, we both have our own brain to think with.  But that doesn’t explain why I am the religion I am. 

Most people shun the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints because of where it got it’s start.  From a 14 year old boy, at the time, who saw a vision of God and Jesus Christ and who told him not to join any church because none were the true church.  Now, if you believe your church, let’s say you are catholic, is the true church then you would have some trouble swallowing this wouldn’t you.  But as I have explored, pondered, studied and questioned this first vision, I have asked the same question as Joseph Smith did.  What church is the true church, is it my church I belong to or is it another church I haven’t found?  My answer has always been, there hasn’t been a true church on this earth since Jesus has left, most churches only have just a small piece of what Jesus’ church was like.  Think of it, the church that Jesus had on earth; his true church, as a sheet of glass.  Now when Jesus was crucified and returned to live with our Heavenly Father what happened to the church?  Like any sheet of glass when you drop it, it breaks.  The breaking off of the church was when Jesus died.  People took their piece of shattered glass and said I have the church.  Some has small pieces, some had large pieces, some even took  very small pieces and tried gluing them together to make a whole bigger piece.  Have I lost you yet? 

Maybe here is a better example.  Think of the…naw I am not going to use individual church names, so think of church A as a vase that has been glued together.  Somewhere, when the vase broke, some pieces were lost.  But the owner, or creator of that church, put the vase together with 10 missing pieces.  Church B had only 5 missing pieces but church D has 20 missing pieces.  They did their best to fix the vase, maybe even putting replacement pieces in the place of the missing pieces.

Okay where was I going with this?  My mind is working a million miles an hour. Now how do I justify thinking the way I was thinking?  Well it starts to show in the letters that the Apostils, who were still alive at the time, were writing to the churches.  Yes he was teaching them new things but at the same time he was correcting the error of their ways.  So already they were starting to stray away from the true church.  Coming back to now days: I think some churches out there have bits and pieces of the truth, some have larger pieces, some have smaller, and some have very bent pieces.  It just all goes back to man’s interpretation of the word. I’m not saying I know the word, in fact I know little of the Bible.  I haven’t read it cover to cover, but I can say I am kind of, sort of, reading the Old Testament. (I just get bored with it, that it’s self is a different topic.) But what I have read goes hand in hand with what Mormonism believes in. 

For example:  God makes it very clear for Moses to build a temple, or tabernacle.  And there are chapters of how to build it and how to sow the clothes, the tapestry, and how to anoint one’s self.  Has anyone really questioned why God would allow Moses to write such a long detailed account?  I have and I have also questioned why the LDS are so into their temples.  And one day it hit me.  Duh!!! So those of you who know the Mormon temples are sacred.  SACRED not secret. In the front of the temple it says “House of the Lord”.  We truly believe, as in the days of Moses, that our temples are the house of the Lord.  That is why we keep them Sacred and only allow worthy members to enter it.  After all the Temple is the Lords house and he has stated that he doesn’t allow any unclean person to enter into his house. What other churches out there put such a grand emphasis on temples like the LDS do?  There are other things also that I just can’t think of right now.

Another reason why I choose to stay Mormon is the fact that we believe in the Plan of Salvation.  When I lost my mom back when I was twelve, and it hurt so much.  I haven’t had anything happen that has hurt that much.  But I am very grateful of what the church believes in and that I have a chance to see my mom again when I leave this world. 

 I think the number one reason why I still believe in what the LDS believe in is, every other church that I have attended does not have the same spirit as our church does.  I can truly fell the Spirit in church & meetings.  The Spirit whispers to me this is true.  This is the church I belong to.  Mormon = me.

What to say

How to start my posting today?  What to say.  Thoughts that go through my head as I wonder, what do I want to write? What do I want to say? A couple of things run around in my head, some of it are good.  But then I think how, am I going to explain what I mean.  What examples am I going to use.  Most of my posting are leaning more towards the LDS in me, my spiritual side.  I wonder if I start writing about a certain topic am I going to be able to fully explain it correctly, can I use quotes from the scriptures? I look at other people’s blogs and they are so well written, so well said.  Then I look at my blog and go, “oh, Adri, you cannot write.  You cannot make it flow.  You sound like one of those actors in a movie that speak at 100mph.”  I’ve never been able to explain myself with bright beautiful colors or use words to paint a picture in the mind of the reader.  I guess this is just how I talk period. At least these are the true thoughts of my head.
For those of you who do read my blog, I thank you.  I know it is more about religion than anything else.  But that is because my religion is what makes me.  I am a MORMON, What we believe in is what makes me…me.  The loving, kind, sensitive, caring person I am is because of the Values that the church has taught my parents in return they taught me.  I hold on to them because if I didn’t, I would be someone totally different.  But most of all, I talk about religious things because I love my Heavenly Father and my Redeemer.

Plan of Salvation Visuals

Every time the Elders come to visit and teach a lesson they do not have visual aids.  I don't know if it is because I am used to the Sisters having visual aids or what but it just seems really weird not to have any shown.  Maybe I am just a visual person and I like seeing creative things.  It was really weird, Friday 4/12 I got this strong feeling to find some visual aids for the Missionaries.  I looked online to see if I can find some that I could color.  I did find one set that someone had drawn and posted online. Here  So I printed those out, colored them and then took them to church with me where I put clear tape over them and gave them to Elder Read.  I didn't know that he was being transferred this week and so it was kind of a present to him.  I told Elder White that I would make him a set.  His set I kind of took from different sites to make his.  But the majority came from Here.  So this is what mine looks like.  I will how ever be making a set and sending them to Sister Curtis in the Philippines, I am going to write on them in Tagalog.  I might even make one's for Sister Curtis who will be serving in the Adriatic Mission (she's at the mtc <missionary training center> right now.)

So here is what I came up with:

• Side note, I am having trouble putting them all in a row, I had it once but then I wanting to put captions on them, and well it is not going =( Okay so something was done and I don't know what but everything is in a row now.  I am just going to leave this and close this entry!!

You Chose the Wrong Time (Dramatic Monologue)

Warning this contains strong language and sexual content

Now you’ve done it, haven’t you?  Look at your beautiful house, I bet it cost a fortune to build, and you paid every single cent.  I could tell you were about showing off your money, I can tell by what you have on.  I bet that’s Versace, Armani or is it Gucci? Even to kill yourself you dressed up for the occasion.  Look at those shoes; you know I bet I would have to have saved for a year just to buy even one shoe. If this is what you wear I wonder what you drove. But oh well, here it is 2:30 in the morning and here I am picking your brains up from off the ground.  Ugh, what a mess you made.  How in the hell did you get your brains up on the high ceilings? Come to think of it, your brains kinds of looks like my spaghetti dinner I had last night.  Oh the wife made it real good; she added the little tiny meatballs that I love. And she even made the sauce from scratch; you could taste the basil and Italian seasonings she uses.  She knows how to make it were it’s not too runny or to thick. She even made homemade garlic bread with sprinkles of parmesan cheese on top, but that’s one of the reason’s I married her.  I totally forgot it was our anniversary; I didn’t get her a present.  So the only gift I could give her was passionate love. You know the kind that would make her feel like she was Queen of the world, the kind that makes her toes curl and she begs for more but to stop at the same time. But right in the middle of this my pager went off and here I am with you.  What a selfish bastard you are!

            I wonder if you had a wife or a girlfriend or maybe even both. Mind if I look around?  Why am I asking for your permission, you’re dead!  Oh yes, here she is on your little mantel above your fire place.  Did she position it here, or did you do that so that why she would feel like you love her enough to look at her every day?  Wow what a looker she is, her long blond hair, that goes around all the down to her butt, and those eyes: as big and bright as the sky. Her body isn’t that bad either, she looks like she actually has a little bit of meat on her bones, just how I like them. Those legs, what long voluminous tree trunks they are, boy would I love to have those wrapped around me and pull me in tight!   So did you ever make love to her? Woo her in to your bed in a seductive dance? Do a love dance like the pigeons, bobbing their heads at each other, while they turn circles, cooing.  Or are you like a gorilla beating your chest to show you are big and bad, dominating her by throwing her around? I would have loved to fuck her.

            But I wonder what drove you to spread your head?  Come on let’s flip you over and examine your front side.  Weren’t you a handsome man, what a shame! What a pity!  So what did drive you to off yourself?  You had money, a nice house, a good looking woman.  If only I could read what you were thinking at the time of you death.  I bet it was because of your woman, or women.  I bet you they drove you insane, maybe they found out about each other, or maybe you actually had one woman and she cheated on you.  Wanting to leave you and take all your money with her.  Yeah my wife would drive me insane. One day I bet I am going to be the one with my brains spewed everywhere because my wife drove me to do it, and there is going to be a horny death picker-upper talking to me, like I am to you, because I disturbed him in the middle of love making.

Depressed writer

There she sits on her lonely bench,

With gray dark clouds all around,

As gloomy as the look on her face.

She seems to be lost in thought, with

A worry upon her face; But what is that,

A single tear falls from where it not dare.

Hurriedly she begins to write but, pauses for

A moment and then vigorously, at it again

With tears dripping from her lavish eyes.

Unsuccessful wads of paper laying on the

 Ground, till the thought hit her hard, like

A gigantic shock of Zeus’ lightning bolt.

The thoughts would come in a flash

And send the ink from her hand

Unto the willing, awaiting page.

Tears would run down her eyes,

The reoccurring thoughts of death,

Which would stare up from the pad.

Corpses of flesh in heaps of pile laying all

Around, carnage would come from her

 hands to paint such a beautiful picture.

But oh how she wished it was not

The same deep, dark, morbid thoughts

She always writes upon her page.

Chosen (poem)

Loving
Devoted
Savior
Chose
This
Rebel

Dear Heavenly Father (poem)

I come to Thee on bended knee!
Broken and Confused
Ready to grab the extended hand of Thee.
Ashamed and Forsaken
Wilt thou accept this plead of mine?
Contrite and Serene
I will read they words line upone line.
Faithful and Enduring
To the end I will follow Thee.

Birth of a Poem (Poetica style poem)

Sit on the edge of the bathtub,

Pick up the razor blade and slice.

The blood quickly flows from the wrist.

The surroundings all around become a bit murky,

Nothing else seems to be in the room.

Listen to the heart beat in a rhythmic

Thumpty thump-thump cadence.

A brilliant red pool forms on the ground,

Snap back to reality, what happened?

Noises seem to come from outside:

People talking; having a good time.

The animated laughter of children,

Seems to be the final sound to hear.

But ask which was the true birth,

The thought of suicide or

The actual act of death?

Her Life (Ekphrastic writing)

Misia by Pierre Bonnard

(Inspired by the Pierre Bonnard painting, Misia)

She was taught from a young age

Money and fame was to be her life

Proper posture, a woman needs to be a wife.

Etiquette and elegance was the way,

Grand balls she would attend every day.

There her mother would introduce her

To all the prim and proper suitors.

None of which seemed to fit her taste.

Then one day a rich man made haste.

To this elder man it would be an easy task

For the mom was greedy he just had to ask.

To his land he would take her for the marriage

At noon they left in his large carriage.

For the first few weeks he showed her love,

Showered her with extravagant gifts from above.

He was twice her age and a bit charming,

Maybe a little too much, maybe a bit alarming.

Then it happened that one fateful day;

He beat and raped her made her submit in some way.

The only thing she thought was she was taught from a young age.

KoRn songs (Found Style poem)

Am I going crazy? I’m hiding; no ones there.  Deep inside dead bodies everywhere

Are you ready to live?  Take a look in the mirror! Alone I break, one more time.

It’s gonna go away. Seen it all: love and luxury, here it comes again.

Issued, blind, lost, hating, fake: hold on

Make believe, embrace, wake up hate! Make me bad

Right now do what they say let the guilt go throw me away

No place to hide pop a pill no way lier good god

Everything I’ve known hypocrites faget wicked blame trash when will this end

Fear is a place to live wish you could be me lies kiss politics 4 u

Did my time starting over bitch we got a problem move on see you on the other side

Somebody someone my gift to you love song let’s do this now innocent bystander

Let’s get this party started break some off play with me children of the korn

Beg for me twisted transistor never around dirty clown

Falling away from me hallow life bottled up inside beat it up right

Counting the past coming undone shoots and ladders predictable

Need to wake up reclaim my place got the life I will protect you

Mr. Rogers counting on me ear ache my eye tear jerker evolution kill you

All in the family ass itch remember who you are pretty

Follow the leader lead the parade for no one side open up untouchables swallow killing it’s on

Thoughtless dead hey daddy heare to stay

Life is peachy freak on a leash started 10 or a 2 way

Daddy getting off divine ever be one

Hushabye

I’m done