I’m a “bury my head in the sand” type of girl.
If I follow
politics/government/global warming, etc – I focus on it and make myself sick
with worry and “what ifs”.
I can’t healthily be informed, or I go crazy.
So sometimes, I stay ignorant on purpose. I know the whole
world can’t do that, and I’m grateful for the people who get involved and make
real changes happen. But I can’t do it and stay sane. I worry myself into
despair and illness.
When I was really little, I’d go to bed at
night and I would be so afraid. Afraid of the world. Afraid of wars and fights
and what the world would be like when I was older. It scared me so much I can
still feel the fear I felt then.
I’d come out of bed and beg my parents to let me
stay up with them, and they’d get mad and we would have this fight every single
night, and I’d end up sleeping on their floor. I slept on their floor a lot.
I’m sure they thought I was afraid of monsters and the boogy man and the dark,
like most kids.
But I was afraid of the world and of the evil
I’d already seen, through real life and movies.
I’ve heard a lot being said about the feminist
movement going on the LDS world right now, and was definitely aware of the
“wear pants to church” movement that happened in December of last year. I wore
my girliest dress instead.
I haven’t done a ton of research into all
this, because to be honest it kind of makes me sick and I don’t want to get
into the hoopla of it all.
But I read an article today on the
feminist movement in the LDS religion – and there are tons of groups out there
with agendas ranging from better sex education to young LDS girls (that one I
can get on board with) to demanding women get the priesthood and “full
equality”.
Trevor and I were talking about this the other
day, before the Relief Society General Conference address last week. Wondering
if anyone would address all that’s going on with demanding “equality” in the
LDS Church.
The whole conference was amazing. And then the
President of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, Thomas S. Monson,
got up, and I felt the spirit encompass me in a way I haven’t felt often while
simply watching a conference address. Sitting there in my local chapel, I felt
overwhelmingly that this was the prophet of God, and that what he was going to
tell me was true. He hadn’t even begun speaking yet – it was as
soon as he stood, that the spirit touched me.
I talked to a friend about this, and she was actually
there in the conference center for the session. She said as soon as President
Monson stood up, the whole congregation just went silent and the same spirit
flooded them as it did me and all the women gathered there in the small chapel
in Cottonwood Heights.
Instead of taking the stance of “reprimanding”
or however else the topic could have been addressed, President Monson just told
us how amazing we are, as women. How needed we are, and how much good we
do. The good we do is different in Relief Society as the good men do in
Elders Quorum. One isn’t better than the other – just different.
As Trevor and I were talking about this, women
wanting the Priesthood and believing that was equality, we jokingly started an
argument.
I demanded the priesthood!
He demanded to have a baby (as in, pregnancy, carry,
deliver)!
I WANTED THE PRIESTHOOD!
HE WANTS TO HAVE A BABY!!!
We both yelled what we wanted and “argued” and laughed.
I don’t really want the priesthood.
He doesn’t really want to have a baby.
His role is to be the priesthood holder in our home.
My role is to conceive, carry and give birth to babies.
Neither one of these is better than the other. They are both
important. They will demand different actions and priorities from us. We will
both do much good in our families and in the world.
He can’t fulfill his role without me, I can’t without him.
We’re equal. We are different, but equal.
When I was about 8, the then Prophet, Gordon B. Hinckley and his wife,
Marjory Hinckley came to speak to us at a huge conference in Alaska. I can
vividly remember every detail – from the hundreds of people driving from all
over the state and sleeping in the members’ in Anchorage’s homes, to the huge
building we all gathered in to hear the Lord’s messenger speak.
I can remember sitting there in the huge congregation, higher up in
the level seating. Afterwards as we were exiting, I shook the Prophet’s
hand. And his wife, one of the most amazing women of all time, told me
that she’d been watching me, and I was one of the best behaved little girls
she’d ever seen. Out of all the hundreds (or even thousands) of little girls
there, she noticed me. I wasn’t even sitting close to the stage.
The other thing that I remember from that conference is what my father
told me President Hinckley said in the adult session of the conference. I’m not
sure why of all the things growing up, this one comment my father told me has
never left me, but it hasn't.
President Hinckley told the group that in the last days, one of the
biggest issues in the LDS church would be women demanding the priesthood.
He said that almost 20 years ago.
And here I am, 20 years later, with friends wearing pants to church to
make a statement about “equality”.
God made us different. He made our roles different.
I can’t wait to be a mother – Trevor is an amazing priesthood holder.
I don’t want the priesthood and he doesn’t want to have a baby. But I
get to sustain and support Trevor as he uses his priesthood righteously, and he
gets to be the father of the children I bare. Together, we have the whole
package and the power to create life, to be an eternal family. Apart – neither
of our gifts can fulfill their true potential.
Love,
Brittney
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