Waiting for a Catcher's Mitt

     Crude photo, I know, I apologize, but I'm in a hurry to add my two bits, for whatever it's worth. From the single woman's perspective, the defeat of our beloved, adopted Utah boy rattled my unshakeable faith to the point that I actually considered not attending church this Sunday.
     I've recently accepted a teaching position in the Primary (Mormon translation: Sunday School for Kids) and get to see Calvin every week. I love being around these sweet spirits and discovered those kids don't give a darn about my being an awkward Oldmaidmormon with no husband or family of my own. Sure, I voted for the losing team but I'll bounce back.
    With the lowering of the mission age and the controversy in the Middle East I was one of the believers in Mitt Romney being THE ONE to open the doors of mainland China and Asia to LDS proselyting, raise awareness of the benefits of marriage before cohabitation and encourage young men to grow up and be men. Guess it's up to Jon Huntsman now and I don't mean as a 2016 GOP candidate. Romney lost because nobody wants a general authority/RS president in a political office.
     In my reading of the post election buzz, I was both surprised and alarmed that I'm in the minority as a single, white woman who didn't vote for Obama. I voted for him in 2008, but that was mainly to piss off my severly conservative Mom for whom voting a straight party Republican ticket is a family obligation (her brother in Virginia is best buds with Orrin Hatch).
    Apparently, females who think the idea of being a single mom from Mexico is just fine, thank you, and think "Fifty Shades of Grey" is the greatest book ever written, flocked in droves to the Obama wagon. The idea of government bailout for all the problems a risky lifestyle of sexual promiscuity and the hook-up culture creates is enough to win the popular vote. That worries me. Am I really the only thirtysomething single woman who believes women should NOT start viewing the government as the new alpha male breadwinner?
    I like Obama. I think I can support him. Maybe even pray for him. After all, he once did a Bill Cosby and pointed a stern finger at those deadbeat males. As long as he doesn't pull a Lewinsky on us and remains a good family man, I agree with the call to America, "Extend the olive branch and let's all work together."
      Hot topic issues of the past four years like the economy, health care, and Guantanamo Bay never really affected me. I blanch at the idea of casual sex and the hook-up culture, my IHC hamburger job provides me with health insurance, I live within my humble means by driving the same car for twelve years and keep a carefully guarded budget. I don't need the government to bail me out. I blame the state of Utah in failing to create more jobs in the field of education. The only torture I worry about are the silent voices of women and children, their heads trapped under the heels of evil, unholy men who are lovers of their own selves caught up in webs of human trafficking, pornography, money, power and greed. As single women we must encourage each other to not succomb to the hook-up culture. We must be strong. It sucks to live in a dying patriarchal America as a strong man or father figure to provide comfort and support both financially and emotionally become harder to find, but there's a degree of happpiness to be found in resisting the temptation to look for it in dangerous places.
    Let's pray we're not going to need that catcher's mitt. 

Mission vs Marriage

"I was going to serve a mission, but I got married instead."

     These were the words spoken to me ten years ago as I sat chatting with a woman my age one Sunday at church. I'd starting attending a family ward and I was all alone. Having a bachelors degree, wearing my "badge of honor" that came with being an RM, looking forward to starting a career, suddenly it all seemed very mediocre compared to what SHE had managed to "catch".

     So, for those who haven't heard the news, The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints has just announced a change in the age in which young people can now be recommended to serve missions. It comes as no surprise to this old maid that while 18 year old boys recieved this news with nary a shrug before returning to their iPhones, the young women went nuts beating a pathway to the bishop's office and completing the required paperwork before the weekend was over. I'm all for girl power but I can't get my cynical side to shut up.

     After some pondering and reading through my old Journals when I was 19 and 20 recalling my frustration at the lack of boyfriend and dating opportunites even at that early age in the mid 90's, struggling what I should do with my life, if the time had come for me to move out of my parent's house yet and the pathways I should take, I can't say I blame these brave young girls. If I'd had the opportunity to serve at 19 would I have gone? The answer is a resounding YES. Yet, I feel someone has to ask the question:

Is the dating pool really that bad?

      It will be exciting watching the drama unfold: the inundation of sister missionaries who will rush to the temple to take out their endowments, come home after 18 months to graduate and launch themselves into successful careers. As the years pass, I foresee these noble women making the best out of celibate living despite the pressure the world puts upon them to cohabitate and "settle". I hope the temple experience, while beautiful, won't turn sour for them as it has for me over the years with no one to share it with.

     I wonder how many will come flocking to my blog, looking for support and encouragement to stay chaste while breaking the old stereotype that missions are merely "a fallback for the wallflower". Will single sisters in the church start thinking of themselves at age 19 as the new old maid? I hope not. Will the church lower the dating age from 16 to 14? As Elder Holland said, "One miracle at a time!" Instead, I anticipate we will all have a good laugh as the brethern of the church continue to beg and plead for the young men to get up and not be intimidated by what I forsee as the rising of the "New Mormon Woman". Young men will continue to hear the old lecture to put down the video game controller, serve a mission, get a degree, date, court, marry and GET A LIFE! Yes, some things will never change.

     While the influx of righteous young women in the mission field is a good thing, the down side to all this, my cynical side continues to scream, is the fact that single young men, both Mormon and Non aren't looking for potential mothers to future children, women who are intelligent, strong and chaste. In today's 21st century dating and hanging-out culture, all that matters, all that will continue to matter is

                                                            HOW SEXY ARE YOU?

     Therin lies the rub. If I could trade all my talents (music, cooking, reading and writing) all my wholesomeness for the opportunity to be sexually attractive and have a date every weekend I would say no thanks. I'm tired of being objectified. But the sad truth is, in the eyes of single men in today's culture, there is NOTHING sexy about being a returned sister missionary.

    Kudos to all my companions who somehow managed to find eternal companions and start creating families of their own after they got home. I'm not saying you'll be an automatic loser for the rest of your life as a young woman who chooses to serve a mission. But, as many married women in the church will validate for you, as my opening statements support, it sure seems that way sometimes.

     The purpose of this blog is to reach out to all the others, like me, for whom serving a mission was not an automatic, Get Out of Single Ward/Jail Free Card. Sometimes a mission is just a mission. God is good but too many nights I've laid awake wondering what I might have done different to prevent this tragedy of sleeping alone for the rest of my life from occuring.

     Serving a mission can be both traumatic-filled with rejection on all sides by those who perceive all virtuous unmarried women as a threat-and it can also be profoundly beneficial in the many opportuinites it provides for service and bearing testimony of the restored gospel. It is my sincere hope that all these gung-ho sisters will have better experiences than some of the ones I had in Atlanta, Georgia. I couldn't get over all the cohabitation and divorce. The poverty and self incurring debt that was making life miserable for so many innocent children. I came home feeling like I'd just fought a terrible war and my side had lost! I came home discuraged hoping better days were ahead. Those Southern Baptists will kill you, if the humidity doesn't get you first! But I came home stronger for the experience.

    
     I recently celebrated my 38th birthday. My favorite brother, Mike, is on my right, my favorite nephew Calvin in orange, my favorite little sister Mary holding my second favorite nephew Charlie and Calvin's cousin Frankie is there at the end. I hope this picture serves to shut up my cynical side because life isn't all self-pity, even when you're an old maid.

     The boys in this photo will one day take their place in the mission field, serve honarably and return ready to launch into life as good family men like their dads. Not all young men are hopeless addicts, drifting along in the sea of life. Some do grow up to serve missions, marry in the temple and become positive role models for other young men their age. How blessed I am to be part of such a family!

What Jesus Being Married Means to Singles

Here's the link to this Deseret News article: http://www.deseretnews.com/article/765605862/Hamblin-and-Peterson-Does-papyrus-prove-Jesus-was-married.html.
And here's the one that caught everyone's attention last week http://news.yahoo.com/jesus-married-papyrus-fragment-fuels-debate-212627918.html (Why is that not hotlinking? Oh well.)

Was Jesus married? New papyrus fragment fuels debate

news.yahoo.com

 

Anyway,

This is big news. An unproven fragment which scholars say won't change the debate between Agnostics and Christians over the celibacy of Jesus Christ, but, nevertheless, it still gives me hope. For those who are pro-marriage, it means the introduction of a two-edged sword. In a world where everyone is claiming that cohabition and gay marriage are perfectly acceptable while heterosexual marriage is obsolete, the claim that Dan Brown's theory might be true after all means we're in a whole new ballgame and for the pro-marriage and family party this is a big victory. "The implications (are) staggering," (Hamblin and Peterson).

 

This is also big news for Mormons in general. As members of the church that bears His name, aren't we, in fact, the ultimate authority on all things Jesus? Shouldn't we be stepping forward to back up this debate? With this new finding about the (possibility) of Jesus being married it raises the question, "Do we claim to worship a married Christ?"

 

I am a scholar of the scriptures. That well-worn, studied-to-death Bible and Book of Mormon (triple combination) in the photo above I've been using since my high school seminary days. I brought them to Atlanta, Georgia in 1997-99, and I've taken the New Testement class at every college and university LDS Institute I've ever attended.

Now, in every single New Testement class I've ever sat in, without fail, this question has always come up, "Was Jesus married?" and every single teacher/professor in said class has always given the same answer, "Well, the church has never made an official statement but many Bible scholars agree that, yes, he most likely was and that his wife was most likely Mary Magdalene." The teacher would then site several references in the New Testament to back up the claims-such as all the examples where Mary is present during important times in the Savior's ministry.

I agree with all my teachers who support these claims, that Jesus was married.

 

With General Conference coming up in just a couple weeks, wouldn't it be nice if one of the bretheren (Elder Holland?) would step forward and give an official statement to make it final? Two years ago Elder Packer made strong statements regarding homosexuality. I could totally see the same thing happening here. Another challenge to those who would tear down and make light of what should be the most important decision we ever make on earth-backed up by Jesus himself! 

 

And who better to agree with such claims than us single, never married women who yearn for a more feminine friendly world instead of the misogyonistic drenched one we are currenly forced to live in? A married Christ means a more feminine Christ. A married Christ means a movement back to domesticity and procreation within the bonds of holy matrimony.

 

The arguments of those against such statements will crumble like sand, wait and see.

 

 

Temple Marriage is Like Olympic Gold

We’ve been training for this our entire lives. As early as age twelve we begin hearing, “One day you will start dating so prepare now.” The minute we turn sixteen we hear, “Don’t settle for anything less than temple marriage,” and “You marry who you date so choose wisely”. We all want the gold. We all want to be winners. We dedicate ourselves to our goal and promise our coaches we will not waver. Our eyes are wide open. We’ve trained and worked hard, but some of us end up getting benched for no good reason. We’re not even called, let alone chosen, to go out on many dates. Some of us are just not dating while Molly Mormon meets Peter Priesthood. He asks her out and three months later they’re off printing wedding announcements and planning the reception.

They make it look so easy.

What’s it all for, anyway? This training was supposed to lead us to that Olympic gold-the temple. We see married people like the demi-Gods of the Olympics. Endowed with special talents, super-powers, they’re able to summon a soul-mate right into their lap with a single smile. They did the time. They put forth the effort. They worked hard and now they are reaping the success. They won their “Olympic Gold”.

They make it look so easy.

Meanwhile, the rest of us are stuck waiting for the blue light special to visit the meat market we attend each Sunday. Will this be the year I finally win the gold? I know my eternal companion is out there, I just have to keep working and training. Yet, you never even saw that mob of eighteen year old freshmen descending like vultures, crowding out all the competition.

They make it look so easy.

Winning “Olympic Gold” at increasingly younger ages has become the norm. Yet, for older participants who fear they may have “aged out” there is hope. Some managed to beat the odds, even after being told their season for an “Olympic Gold” had long passed them by. You know who these people are. They stuck to their goal and didn’t give up. They were blessed for their patience.

Now, your sixth roommate, best friend, and second cousin have all announced their engagements to you in the same week. Suddenly, patience is a hard virtue to call upon. You swallow that lump in your throat and force a happy smile as you watch them mount the podium and receive their medal as the music plays. You know the last thing you want to do is exercise good sportsmanship and be happy for them in their success but you will do it, because your coach is counting on you to set the example. 

With the passing of time, anyone who repeatedly endures this particular Olympic event with no victory forthcoming deserves a gold medal!

You make it look so easy.

Pornography kills.
Porn hurts everyone. We all know the names: Susan Powell, Trolley Square, Columbine and we can now add Aurora, Colorado. Men, young and old, are going crazy and no one can really say why.
I can.
In light of recent current events I feel the need to comment. My half baked idea/opinion may not count for much, my claim to connect the evils of pornography with the motives of mass shooters like James Holmes, Sulejman Talovic, and al-Qaeda may seem pretty out there but I feel strongly that there is a connection. Does the name Jerry Sandusky ring any bells? And how about Chick-Fill-A's awesome statement condoning gay marriage? All of it can be traced back to pornograhy.
Single unmarried women know. If more young men put down the electronics and started focusing more on all the gorgeous women surrounding them, they wouldn't be attracted to it and would be more inclined to ask us out on dates. I read an article (which I will post link to if I ever find it) that really stuck with me about a study done where young men who turned off the TV, put down the video game controllers and electronic devices, after a certain length of time, reported being more attracted to the young women in their social circles, school and college classes.
If only Josh Powell turned off the computer.
If only James Holmes had applied his intellegence for good, instead of choosing the dark side. Maybe police won't ever reveal the pornographic images they will find on his computer because it won't seem relevant to the case. Same goes with Sulejman Tolovic. Do you know what they do to female victims of pornography in Iran and Iraq? They stone them to death.
July is the time to celebrate our independence. So while we shoot off fireworks and fire up the BBQ let's also take a leaf from Professor Moody's book from Harry Potter: Constant Vigilance!
We can raise awareness. We all know someone who is struggling with this evil addiction. We can teach our young boys to be like Joseph in the Old Testament and RUN AWAY when temptation grabs their jacket, even if it means being ridiculed by friends. The time is coming when we must all start choosing sides.
Even if it means losing customers who walk out of your fast food restaurant in offense.

One Year Later

"Little House in the Big Woods" by Laura Ingalls Wilder, p. 185

"Ramona and Her Father" by Beverly Cleary, p.159

      It was one year ago, June 2011 when I created this blog. I was getting REALLY tired of being single. I wondered if there were others out there who felt the same. Others who were looking for a support group. A place to share and vent the frustrations of wanting to fill the measure of their creation without getting kicked out of their religous organization. A place to gather in support of how desperately the world needs more good family men, husbands, fathers and providers-such as the two featured in the above illustrations. I feel strongly it's up to us women-both married and single-to remind the rest of the world of the importance of maintaining these now "old fashioned values" and that the "Ozzie and Harriet" life is not dead.
     As a novice writer it was also a place to experiment and improve the quality of my art for writing is truly an art. Writing is the ability to manipulate the english language to create impressions on human hearts that stand the test of time. If my writing can even come close to the genius of Wilder or Cleary I will have reached my goal. I will continue to work hard at the University to earn my second bachelors in English. I will also continue to write and post here. I need the practice.
     As June is the month to celebrate Father's Day I thought I'd post two illustrations from two of the most beloved children's authors of the last century (and two of my own personal writing heroes) Laura Ingalls Wilder and Beverly Cleary. The paperback copies I owned by these two women I literally wore out in my reading as a young girl. With my own biological father pretty much MIA I had to look for father figures elsewhere. I found them in books and the religious magazines published by my church. Bono of U2 is also such a father. See my post for April 2012 here:  http://www.oldmaidmormon.blogspot.com/2012/04/family-vs-u2.html
     Both those illustrations always bring a tear to my eye. Lucky girls, Ramona and Laura, happy and secure with Daddy and Pa. What must it be like to enjoy that kind of relationship with the person who gave you life? But I need not cry for long. Good men are out there and I can be grateful my two nephews have such a father in their lives. Someone who is always there, even for seemingly insignificant moments like just snuggling on a couch as well as someone to help you fight your dragons and cheer you on. I just read in the paper the other day about a father who beat the hell out of a man he caught molesting his daughter. Yes, we needn't despair. All over the world good men are quietly doing their jobs as husbands and fathers for the sake of their children. In celebrating Father's Day I hope those who have such father figures in their lives will tell them thank you.

A Difficult Day for Singles

     Is Father's Day as hard for single, never-married men as Mother's Day is for single never-married women? Unrequited love is just one of life's catastrophes but it leaves far too many good women isolated and trapped in their own bitter disappointment. While the rest of the world celebrates the ultra-feminine fairytale of virgin girls who married a good husband, father and provider, had a busload of squeaky clean kids who adored her and they all lived happily ever after; the earth shattering reality is that this picture has become very rare indeed. The fact is all women-young and old-live with a ticking time bomb of a maternal clock while men are free to prance around as the playboys of the western world. Society has gradually turned a blind eye to these changing lifestyles. As a result America is rapidly turning into a nation of unhappily blended and divorced families. Mother's Day will never be the same.
     I'll come right out and say it, I'm sick and tired of the LGBT groups hogging the spotlight of marriage and parenthood rights while those of us who remain true to our V-cards are labeled second-class citizens. Let the gauntlet be thrown down in the battle for who yearns the most to become a spouse and parent to precious children conceived in wedlock legal and binding. LGBT groups better want it bad cause the ever shrinking moral majority of America still exists and we're gonna put up a fight. Hang in there my fellow single sisters, the moral right WILL prevail! One day we WILL have the opportunity to become wives and mothers to busloads of our own and we too will live happily ever after. We can sympathize with LGBT groups but the fact remains sex outside of marriage is never acceptable, has proved a threat to society and must not be condoned. We will all have the oppportunity to fill the measure of our creation. Don't ask me how that's going to work-I just write what my heart tells me and leave the rest up to God.
     So, with that out of the way, I'm glad we have this day to honor the unrecognized and unsung heroes in the lives of good people-your mother. She's the one person Jesus himself called "Woman" for a person's mother should always be the "Ultimate Woman" revered and honored above all other women. This is especially true if you're a young single man. When you're a single unmarried woman, I say Mother's Day is the perfect excuse to give yourself a day off-so I skipped church today.
     As I've gotten older and moved into my own solitary apartment, Mother's Day has only grown harder. I have fond memories of my own mother sewing clothes and making dolls, reading me stories, teaching me how to make my first batch of brownies while struggling to get along with a man she didn't love. Then I grew up and committed the unforgivable sin of not getting asked out on lots of dates, marrying and providing my divorced and remarried mother with grandchildren. I'm independant, a non-yuppie who never had a career and I refuse to "settle" for anyone just so I can have a man in my life. That's what I told my dear old mother and our relationship has been rocky ever since.
     So, for everyone out there who does enjoy a nurturing and special relationship with your own wise and supportive mother while living the yuppie life-I'm happy for you. Go call her and if she has any good advice on how to deal with the lonely, hard-knock life swimming in the ever shrinking dating pool of potential husbands, please-share!