December 31, 2011

Movie Round-Up

I've got one more Christmas movie for a quick review, but just today I found recommendations for four more that I hadn't considered! They may or may not merit an after-Christmas download, but they'll definitely go on the list for next year.

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12 Dates of Christmas

So, you know how ABC Family produces (buys, repurposes, etc...) OODLES of Christmas movies for their '24 Days of Christmas' (or whatever they did this year)? And you know how the vast majority of them are incredibly sappy and generally forgettable? Well, there are a few exceptions. (Not the exceptions: a friend mentioned they were watching 'Holidays in Handcuffs', so I checked it out on Amazon and iTunes, and... no. I just CAN'T. Also, I did download 'Christmas Caper', starring Shannon  Doherty - I have such a soft spot for 'Charmed', '90210 - Original Style' and 'Girls Just Wanna Have Fun' - but I haven't been able to get past the first 15 minutes. Me no caro. Me no thinko SD caro, either.)

'Shall we gaze delightedly at the Christmas miracle
provided by ABC Family?'
'Sure, but just for fun, let's do it like we MEAN it.
And like we have actual talent.'
'Deal.'
One of those exceptions is '12 Dates of Christmas', which is charming and delightful and features real chemistry between the lead characters! I know! The movie (er, 'TV special') is an unapologetic copy of 'Groundhog Day' (which I also love) and stars Amy Smart (you've seen her in at least something before, you just didn't know it) and the former Zack Morris, Mark-Paul Gosselaar, all grown up and looking much better after he cut off the long, greasy-romantic-poet mop he'd grown for some law show that flopped. I don't need to tell you the plot (see: Groundhog Day) but I will say that one of the things I enjoyed was that instead of just learning things about herself (which she did), each day Amy Smart's character tried things a little bit differently and that allowed her to learn all kinds of new and surprising things about the people around her. The leads are intelligent and fun to watch together, but the show also uses the supporting cast really well. There is quite a bit of cheese, of course, (including the last line - urgh) but it's generally sprinkled liberally and lovingly over the top rather than drowning the whole dish in a dairy soup. I've actually watched it twice since I got it, and there is a very good likelihood that I'll watch it again soon. (Like, tonight.)

The movie is also a great tutorial on What To Do and What Not To Do on a blind date, so, bonus. And guys, if your set-up's name is Phyllis, don't bother - she's not coming.

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My (Currently) Comprehensive Christmas Movie List - in No Particular Order:

- Arthur Christmas
- The Holiday (bonus Christmas AND New Year's)
- Last Holiday (ditto)
- Christmas in Connecticut
- Miracle on 34th Street (I'm partial to the original B&W version, but Dylan McDermott is just. so. pretty. in the remake...)
- Nightmare Before Christmas
- A Christmas Carol (choose your poison - Mickey, Muppets, Patrick Stewart, Albert Finney, etc... just not Jim Carrey in motion-capture. Brrr.)
- How the Grinch Stole Christmas (ORIGINAL. Thank you very much.)
- While You Were Sleeping (also a holiday bridge)
- White Christmas
- It's A Wonderful Life (I can actually only do this one about every five years. Next year for sure.)
- The Thin Man
- A Christmas Wish
- Holiday Affair
- Christmas Angel
- 12 Dates of Christmas
- Borrowed Hearts (ABC Family/Hallmark/Lifetime... it's still a keeper. Ah, Eric McCormack's HAIR...)
- Sleepless in Seattle (Christmas Eve, New Year's, and bonus Valentine's Day!)
- Doctor Who Christmas episodes
- Downton Abbey Christmas Special (will also be watched again shortly)

- Joyeux Noel (HOW did I not know about this before?!?)
- Edward Scissorhands (oh... yeah.... next year!)
- Little Women (*headslap* Of course.)
- Catch Me If You Can (Really? I had no idea.)

Of course this is completely subjective, but by next year ABC Family and/or Hallmark may have churned out two more winners in their slew of entries for holiday programming, and I'll get a full set of 24! (I'm not counting the TV episodes - I'll leave those for the remaining 7 days of the month.)

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It's not a holiday movie at all, but I did see 'Mission: Impossible - Ghost Protocol'** today and quite enjoyed it. So much, in fact, that I'm nearly tempted to go watch the others to get a handle on the backstory. But only nearly. I might now have a little crush on Jeremy Renner, too. Might.

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Looking forward to all the (potentially) great (fun) movies on tap for 2012 - Avengers, The Hobbit, The Dark Knight Rises, etc, etc... must also settle in for a Harry Potter marathon to re-watch the whole series before someone decides to start re-making them!

Bring it on! And watch out for falling turtles!

(You never know.)





** I wonder who had to work out the punctuation here. You've already got a colon built in to the title, so  you can't really add a second or it's 'Mission: Impossible: Ghost Protocol' which suddenly becomes hugely Shatnerian. It's OK for the poster, because you can just go to the second line, but I'm curious as to whether the official paperwork has the dash or not. I mean, really, is there another option? Inquiring (and apparently easily distracted) minds want to know.

December 30, 2011

Thirty Days

I saw this great TED talk the other day (if you don't know about TED.com and the fantastic things you can find there, go check it out - and tell me which videos you like best) and I wanted to share it:




Once I saw it, I decided I wanted to try it. Following is my preliminary list of 30-day challenges. I don't expect to do them all at once, of course (though I figure two or three at the same time could be fine) - and I am interested in any other ideas, no matter how crazy they may seem (you may notice, this list currently has a distinct lack of crazy. I'd like to get some wacky challenges in here!). Fire away!

30 days of:
- scripture study morning and night
- morning stretches, series of crunches
- reading a different play
- memorizing a different scripture
- blogging (happy to go again)
- learning a new phrase from a foreign language
- speaking to someone new
- no chocolate
- no sugar
- NaNoWriMo (traditionally November, I think... wait...)
- walking everywhere (local)
- no Facebook
- emailing/messaging someone different that I haven't talked to for a while
- practice doing a handstand; work up to walking on hands (cont. by Matt)
- no procrastinating; refuse to put things off
- write a daily journal
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I think 2012 may have more '30 days' than just your basic twelve!

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What challenges are you considering?

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December 29, 2011

Joy to the World

He will come like last fall's leaf fall.
One night when the November wind
has flayed the trees to the bone, and earth
wakes choking on the mould,
the soft shroud's folding.

He will come like frost.
One morning when the shrinking earth
opens on mist, to find itself
arrested in the net
of alien, sword-set beauty.

He will come like dark.
One evening when the bursting red
December sun draws up the sheet
and penny-masks its eye to yield
the star-snowed fields of sky.

He will come, will come,
will come like crying in the night,
like blood, like breaking,
as the earth writhes to toss him free.
He will come like child.

- 'Advent Calendar' by Dr. Rowan Williams

December 27, 2011

I'll Have a Blue Christmas

Christmas was not much fun this year.

Isn't that terrible? Not the sentiment (lots of people have crappy Christmases, unfortunately) but the fact that I, a white, middle-aged, healthy, American student with non-divorced, solvent parents, non-dramatic siblings (of the 'brought no drama upon themselves or anyone else' category), nieces and nephews that give every indication of growing up to be stable, happy, contributing members of society, and friends who are intelligent/talented/compassionate/attractive people across the board, AND has a warm (?) place to live and food to eat would actually complain about a 'not fun' Christmas. (Sorry, that sentence got a little bit away from me.) So, I'm in a different country and couldn't get home for the holiday. Bummer, but hardly a big deal as I was in essentially the same situation last year and had a pretty great time.

Still, it really wasn't.

I point this out not, as it may first appear, in order to whine like an overly-entitled (um, I can't really think of a good word for it, see paragraph above), but instead to determine what to DO about it for next year.

- Turns out, I really missed my family. There are some major health concerns going on right now, and I really wish I could have been around to offer support and just help out.
- Sometime in the last year or two I've become a lot less of a loner than I used to be. Christmas by myself has been fine in the past, but it wasn't this time. I think I may be starting to appreciate people, particularly real friends, more than I ever have before. (Hey, look at that - personal growth!)
- If I can't be somewhere cozy and bright with people I'm related to, I'd much rather be doing something good and productive for someone that needs the help. We have a relatively recent tradition in my family of going to the homeless shelter on Christmas Eve to help collect gifts and donations, and I'd like to do more. In the UK, unfortunately, even the shelters are closed on Christmas (even if there were a way to get there as there's no public transportation on Christmas. Or Boxing Day. Don't EVEN get me started) so that wasn't an option this year when I knew I'd be staying again.
- Christmas presents kind of ... well, suck. Particularly when you're single and away from people who know you and anything cool you might get has to go through Royal Mail. It shouldn't be, but for me it's disappointing when the gift you get from, oh, say, your housemate doesn't reflect anywhere near the same kind of thought or attention that you put into the gift you gave. 'It's the thought that counts' doesn't really work when the last-minute earrings are so far away from anything resembling your personal style you develop an allergy to them on sight. And boxes of Ziploc baggies and a package of Q-tips, though things you fully intended to purchase on that originally planned trip home, are not exactly Christmas-y (even when they're wrapped). I understand now why women can get sad over gardening gloves and duct tape for an anniversary present: they may be useful, and needed, and even asked for, but they're not nearly as much fun as a tennis bracelet or Godiva chocolates or a pair of knitted holiday socks that play tinny carols when you walk and tell dirty jokes when you Macarena. (I'm just spitballing on the socks. I think they sound AWESOME - someone should invent them.) I just like some presents to be FUN and appeal to my sense of humor, my style, who I am. (Also, the large hardback book about a current hobby/obsession is nice, but not when you live in another country and will have to figure out how to get it home eventually. Think!) Last year I decided to try to figure out how to convince people not to give me birthday presents, and let me give them presents instead - I think I may try that for Christmas next year. Better to not get anything and be happy than get stuff and be disappointed! (Ooh - or, maybe plan from the very start on strategic re-gifting. Hmmm.)

ANYWAY, it's not like I had a miserable Christmas or anything - just somewhat underwhelming. There were good things: I got to attend the Christmas Eve Carol Service in the Canterbury Cathedral with a good friend and her family (and I wish I'd taken them up on their offer to join them for Christmas when it was first made), I got to hold an adorable, whip-smart baby and help her open her presents while her parents and grandparents played Santa and helped the other two (equally adorable) kids, and I had a lovely trip to the Temple a couple of days before.

I would like Christmas to be seriously whelming. I want to be around people, I want to be able to make it to church when it falls on a Sunday, I want to watch the Doctor Who Christmas Special and play games and run around and give hugs and clean up and do something really useful for someone else. I want to find ways to give 'real' gifts, and not so much 'stuff'.

I think I'd better start planning now - that may be key.

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Only 363 days 'til Christmas 2012... and it's going to be spectacular!*





*So let it be written, so let it be done.

December 26, 2011

It's Truer Than You Think...

... or at least it should be...


May the next year make us more aware of actual people and the (real) world around us... for our own safety!


Comic found here
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December 23, 2011

O Christmas Tree

Now this is my kind of holiday symbol:


It's actually made of all the presents! This tree will stay up year-round at my house - and there will probably be more than one. Both 'merry' AND 'bright'! ("SANTAAAAAA!")


I know what you're thinking about THIS tree: "Now, that's just silly."


"Daleks aren't pink!"




Images and original article (with more nerd-tastic trees) are found HERE.

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December 21, 2011

Christmas Cinema Part 2 (With Extras!)

I haven't been as consistent with the movie watching as I would have liked (in other news, I DID get the dissertation proposal written, so, yay) but I managed to find a few new gems and a couple of oldies I haven't mentioned before. For some reason, I am turning completely sappy in my old age, and that means I am crying at absolutely everything. Unless I mention otherwise, assume I cried at some point during the watching of these Christmas movies (and TV episodes, too). As with any good party buffet, let's start with the cheese:

- 12 Men of Christmas
(There were no tears here - I wouldn't have minded, as the idea of a festive holiday firefighter/beefcake calendar should be worthy of a few joyous ones, but... no.) Oh, Kristin Chenowith, I adore you, and you are always watchable, but even your presence here can't save this poor, well-intentioned travesty. It's ridiculous (in the 'itching in the back of the neck' way) and sappy (in the 'nuts, I think my feet are stuck' way) and it just doesn't work. Also, your editor should send his Internet diploma back, as moving a couple of scenes to their correct locations would have really helped to make the acting make sense; and your screenplay writer(s?) should send their cereal box Author's Guild Secret Decoder ring in for repairs because suddenly shoehorning in a Pride and Prejudice spin halfway through the film and then dropping it again is not the best way to use and abuse a classic. Jane Austen hates you, and she was actually OK with the zombies. Try again next year, and please try to find a co-star a little closer to your own height - or if he's big enough, make sure he carries you everywhere. You're so wee, it couldn't do any more damage to his back than practically folding in half every time he's supposed to kiss you already does. Hugs!

- A Christmas Wish
(Bingo.) This is the kind of movie the Lifetime Channel was designed to cherish - low-budget, low production values, big heart. It was actually a recommendation from the longtime movie reviewer at the Deseret News, so I checked it out. Kristy Swanson (formerly known as the original 'Buffy: The Vampire Slayer') is so sweet and charming, and K.C. Clyde (the rebellious/reformed elder from The Best Two Years) is almost compulsively watchable. The sorriest part of the movie was that they didn't get enough screen time together! Yes, the script is a little flimsy in places. Yes, there are contrivances all over the place. Yes, there are adorable children, and the requisite 'Christmas miracle' accompanied by the 'Christmas change-of-heart.' It's all there, right down to the awkward title changed by Lifetime to a different, equally awkward title. (Five gold stars to anyone who figures out the original title just from watching the movie!) ((Also, there's another movie called THE Christmas Wish, and it stars Neil Patrick Harris and Debbie Reynolds. I am so disappointed in myself that I did not know about this earlier! To iTunes!)

- Christmas Angel
(Sniffles. Definite sniffles.) K.C. Clyde's second appearance on this year's review list; and boy am I glad he was in this movie, because the female lead was about as stiff and interesting as a yard stick until he got her to laugh at something. Here, Salt Lake City is (fairly cleverly, actually) a stand-in for Chicago, and includes a cancer patient, Secret Santa-ing, and a dog (the dog does not speak, or have cancer). It's yet another flick born for Lifetime! I'll probably watch it again next year, but only because it's turning out that I'll watch K.C. Clyde in anything. Apparently.

Onward: Naturally, I revisited Christmas in Connecticut and The Holiday. Took at little jaunt with Queen Latifah in The Last Holiday (she is just fabulous in EVERYTHING). Finished up all the Doctor Who Christmas specials (four more days! Wheeee!). Today, I found my new favorite Christmas movie.

- Arthur Christmas
LOVE. Lovelovelovelovelove this movie. I was enthralled and delighted from the opening sequence, and found the entire film to be so very clever and snarky and adorable and FUN. It was great, too, to realize that there were quite a few homages to other films happening, and that I would probably need to go see it again very soon to figure out all the ones I missed. Like, tomorrow. The pacing is perfect, the design is gorgeous and everyone in it is totally charming. You should go see it. (It's BRILLIANT. And I liked it a lot.)

Hi, Arthur! Go ahead and send those back to that judge in New York -
(SPOILERS) it's pretty important if they're going to finish the movie!

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A few other things that have been making me happy this Christmas season:

This ad(vert) from British department store Jon Lewis (of course I cried)
- Two tunes from Straight No Chaser that always make me grin: 12 Days of Christmas and Christmas Can-Can
- This really is possibly the greatest family Christmas letter ever written.

- Oh, and I almost forgot... How great is THIS?!?


SO GREAT.

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4 more days!

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December 20, 2011

Adult Content

Warning: the following post will be rant-y, and a little bit high-horse-y, and will go over some things that (in an ideal world) your average 15-year-old knows nothing about. There won't be any swears (I don't think) or inappropriate pictures of people doing inappropriate things, and content will stay (as they say) Safe For Work. Still, it is 'Adult Only' stuff. (Oh, and males will most likely not want to read on, either.) You've been warned.

But come on - if you can't rant and rave and wax self-righteously philosophical (I'm not saying that WILL happen, it's just a possibility) to the larger of-age public over the Interwebs, who can you rant to?







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I'll say this just one more time: tights are not pants. (Or, more alliteratively for the English among us, - if any are still reading - 'Tights are not trousers.') The fiasco at BYU-Idaho over a girl being kicked out of the testing center for wearing skinny jeans has been ridiculous, of course, but at least people are talking about what actually comprises modesty. I have my own opinion of skinny jeans, but while they are generally very, um, slim-fitting (occasionally to the point of wrinkling and rolling at the slightest movement, like, say, breathing) at least the denim usually keeps other things from becoming apparent. (The abomination known as 'jeggings' will never, ever enter the 'jeans' category. Or the 'cute in any context at all' category.)

On the bus the other day there was a girl wearing a puffy coat and full-head fur hat - and leggings that were probably actually tights, as I think I could have drawn the pattern of the lace of her underwear even though she was sitting several rows away. That is far too much information for public consumption! Also, it's just plain stupid if the rest of you is bundled up for a trip to the Antarctic. Please, please, let us resist the madness and not forget that at its heart, modesty means making sure that everything you've got (or even just part of what you've got) is not on FULL display. It's kind of like the prize case at Chuck E. Cheese: every last option for you to redeem your Skee-ball tickets is there in bright, garish color, but after a few minutes you realize it's all just cheap crap. (Oh, yeah, I said it.) More flattering lighting, less junk competing for attention, some elegant drapery, a little mystery - when it's not handed out all willy-nilly, suddenly the value goes WAY up. Plus it just looks better. (And helps prevent pneumonia.)

Modesty: The Great Multi-Tasker.

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For some reason, this week at church I realized that I would have made a really fantastic mother. I would have taught responsibility, and fun, and self-worth, and an awareness of the larger world, and serving others, and all those things that would make happy, secure, productive, community-minded individuals. I also realized it's just not going to happen. My time and the Lord's time are not the same, I get that, but in my time (biologically speaking) the end is nigh. I'm no Sarah in the desert, and I certainly haven't got an Abraham. I'm giving it one more year (maybe two, 40 is a nice round number) before letting go completely. After that - well, I don't want to think about that for just a little while longer.

See? Adult. Kids just don't get this stuff.

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I was going to do a whole section here on obscenity, the 'big one' in particular, and how useless and moronic society has made the word SO CAN EVERYONE PLEASE JUST STOP USING IT SO UGLY LAZY GAH, particularly the 10-year-old kid this morning who tossed it off like it was a lyric from the Muppet Show who couldn't honestly have had any real conception of what the word actually MEANS.

And then I decided that that would probably make it's own post at some point in the future, so I stopped.

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A few days ago a got a letter from the campus medical centre recommending that I come in for a pap smear. I can barely remember the last one, so I figured a) things wouldn't be as busy now that the term is over, and b) I could also try for a general checkup as well as suggestions for a dermatologist and an osteopath while I was there. (Note: Honestly, it's completely ridiculous that I'm nearly 38 and still have the complexion of a pizza-faced teenager. If I have to keep the skin I'd like to have the body and metabolism as well, thank you very much.) I went in for my appointment today and learned a few interesting things: namely, medical professionals the world over don't register a person telling them they don't have sex. It just doesn't hit their radar. Granted, this is a college campus, but it took three different references to 'intercourse' (from the nurse) and an explanation (on my part) about the difficulties with the physical exam before she understood that I haven't had sex. Ever. I think she nearly fell out of her chair when it finally came clear. The good news is that the chances of me ever developing cervical cancer are practically nil, and my next appointment for a pap smear will definitely come on a 'you call us, we won't call you' basis.

It makes me a little angry, and a little sad, that this experience was so shocking for the nurse. SURELY there are other people out there living by standards other than those society has devolved to. Surely it's even more unreasonable to assume that I'm the only virgin at the University - though judging from the nurse's reaction, she hasn't seen any of the rest come through the medical centre! (Which in some ways stands to reason, I suppose, as there are fewer health problems to worry about.) It was just another shock to her system when she also heard I don't smoke or drink - 'Where are you from?' she asked. I felt like saying 'Another planet, evidently', but instead just stuck with 'Salt Lake City, UT.' There are far more accurate responses I could have made, but the poor woman had had enough trauma for one day.

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Whew! Now I'm worn out. It's OK if nobody actually read this all the way through (you sensitive souls, you) I just needed to tell somebody. Well, 'somebody'.






If you are still here, look! There's a 'Coming Soon!' And it's for Christmas movie reviews and an awesome sugar cookie design and things which are much more merry and bright (and family-friendly)!

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December 15, 2011

Christmas Break

This is some of my research and reading to do over the Christmas holiday.


Looks like it's a good thing I'm not going home, after all -
I don't think I would have made it on the plane!

December 13, 2011

Lost and Found

I found my purpose today.

Last week an English friend of mine asked if I wanted to go to a stage version of an old British children's show called Bagpuss. She sent me YouTube links so I'd have some idea what it was about, and was so excited I agreed to go and bought the tickets as her Christmas present.

We went to the matinee showing on campus today, and were almost certainly the only (university) students in the room. The rest of the audience was made up of parents and very small children, and a few elderly folks (one of whom, we suspect, may have been the original illustrator on the TV series). The show is about a fat, floppy, stuffed 'cloth' pink-and-white-striped cat named (called) Bagpuss, owned by a little girl named Emily. Bagpuss lives in a shop where nothing is sold - instead, Emily brings in items she has found, and Bagpuss and the other toys tell stories about the items, clean them up, and leave them in the shop window so they can be claimed by their owners. The stage production starts with a modern-day grown-up young lady coming into the closed-up shop and carefully uncovering the toys, only to be surprised when the somewhat old-fashioned (and much younger) Emily enters and begins telling a story - acting as puppeteer with the toys and inviting the visitor to play along. They eventually tell stories for three 'found' objects, and the grown-ups in the audience realize that the visitor is actually the adult Emily, come back to visit the shop where she used to play out stories with her father (who has very recently died).*


It was very sweet, charming, with a simple set-up and easy-flowing structure - and honestly, I cried. One doesn't generally get to literally play with the child one once was! The show was just lovely, and I think my friend and I had the most fun of anyone there (even with me going teary every few minutes). We danced, we sang along, we waved and laughed and behaved like (very nice) children... I wish I'd done more of that when I was a child! (And a teenager. And mid-twenties. I've done pretty well for the last decade or so.)

For all that it's my field of study, I'm not usually moved to tears (or dancing) in the theatre. I think that what this means is I should be making children's theatre, and finding ways to get paid to get kids to sing and dance and clap and laugh. The most interesting, memorable (in the good way) pieces of theatre I've seen in the last couple of years have been for kids - and if I've cried, and remembered, that means they were for me, too.

I'd better get to the children's section in a bookstore pronto - looks like I have some research to do!




* It was even a little more heart-tugging for those in the know: the original Emily was played by the daughter of the show's creator. 

December 12, 2011

Note to Self (Do It NOW)

I have learned (through painful experience, the way in which the most effective lessons seem to be delivered) that it is fairly important for me to act immediately when a reminder or a new idea occur to me. I'd like to say that's because I receive a lot of spiritual promptings which, when obeyed, save lives and lighten hearts on a regular basis, but the truth is that I have a holey memory. Hole-y. Like Swiss cheese - old, dried-up, crumbling, faintly green, and full-of-holes Swiss cheese into which excellent ideas and motivations rapidly fall, never to be seen again... or at least not until it's too late to get off the bus and take care of them. I've trained myself to pause before leaving my bedroom or going up or down the stairs to see if I have everything I need or if I've forgotten anything - still not foolproof (shut up) but a definite improvement. Also, in addition to remembering things I need to pick up or put away or turn off or whatever, I have lots of good ideas - but those ideas have an extremely limited shelf life on the extremely unstable middle-aged shelf that is my brain. An idea may teeter for a few seconds, but if I don't grab it and do something about it (like nail it down with a mental thumbtack and a mental shoe, otherwise known as 'take care of it regardless of current activity') it falls quickly and silently into the abyss below the top of my spinal column. (I've told y'all how much I hate to exercise, right?)

ANYWAY, if I think "I should turn off the heater before I leave", DO IT NOW. When it occurs to me that I ought to take an umbrella today and should put one in my bag, DO IT NOW. After preparing a potential dissertation topic presentation and then realizing that the 2,000-word proposal for that dissertation is due two weeks later,

look up the requirements from the course

go online and find sample dissertation proposals so that you know how it should look

get the resources together/at least skim the books/find journal articles

AND DO IT TWO WEEKS AGO, NOT TWO DAYS BEFORE IT'S DUE.




Honestly, it's not like you're going to be able to play the "well, now I know what I should do for my next Master's degree" card AGAIN. Figure it out, and do it now.

Sheesh.

December 05, 2011

Christmas Cinema Part 1

It's time for my (now officially) annual month-long holiday film fest, with mini-reviews. Please feel free to add thoughts and suggestions!

The Blind Side has now been slated as the token Thanksgiving movie - there's a dinner! And a kid dressed as an Indian! And gooey heart-tugging family goodness! What more do you want?

I started off this season with While You Were Sleeping - still adorable. It's aged really well, and is all about a Christmas/New Year's miracle without being cheesy enough to actually SAY that. OK, no, really, it's about Sandra Bullock and Bill Pullman being cute in proximity to Christmas trees and poinsettias, and that works for me too.

Oh, yeah. He's leaning.

I don't understand this
 movie poster. I really don't.
A couple of new additions this year (I love finding new holiday movies): The Thin Man and Holiday Affair. As you've probably already guessed, these are Hollywood 'classics'. I'd heard of The Thin Man before, and wasn't really surprised to find it was a murder mystery that happens to take place over Christmas and New Year's. Goodness, Nick (William Powell) and Nora (Myrna Loy) are fun together - it's no surprise this film spawned a whole series of sequels and is (most likely) the prototype for "the couple that investigates, flirts, and squabbles together stays together" formula. Holiday Affair proves that the love triangle pre-dates Twilight and the entire YA-fiction genre by a good fifty years, and that a precocious, adorable child (missing a couple of front teeth, natch) is the linchpin for a 'feel good' family schlockfest. It's darling, and if you've only ever seen Janet Leigh being murdered in Psycho this would make a nice holiday change of pace for you.

Not that cellphane isn't a good look for Janet, but you know
a man art-directed this marketing.  No woman would be caught
dead in cellophane in December. Brrrrr.

I'll be running back through last year's list, repeating some and adding others, and my current project is re-watching the Doctor Who Christmas specials; I've done The Christmas Invasion, Runaway Bride, Voyage of the Damned, and The Next Doctor - I've just got A Christmas Carol left and a brand-new one to look forward to in a few weeks (based on The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe). Also, happy of happies - there's going to be a two-hour Downton Abbey Christmas special! I just might have to re-watch Series 1 and 2 to get ready for it! Merry Christmas to ME. Study? Write a dissertation? Pish - it's the holidays!

Christmas Cinema Part 2 coming... eventually!

I'd be willing to bet Asta (the dog) is a Doctor Who fan.
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December 04, 2011

Thinking Out Loud

Over the past few weeks I've had a couple of misunderstandings with my roommate (a super-nice girl) and they seem pretty generally to have stemmed from a little bit of miscommunication and a whole mess of assumptions. Basically, I find myself screwing up because I'm operating on the basis of information that I assume to be true... and it's not. So how do I stop? Making assumptions is a pretty ingrained practice, an efficiency strategy/coping mechanism - kind of the 'organic' version of computer cookies. (Mmmm, cookies.) A lot of the time it works just fine; you make decisions and move forward based on things that have happened before, or 'common sense', and save yourself the trouble of checking and double-checking day-to-day details. So how do you change the practice when you're getting the details wrong and making mistakes due to that faulty information?

I have a theory.

I've been writing about this in the journal part of my school notebook, and just today I had another screw-up (at least this time it was only a problem for myself, not anyone else). I decided to write it out here to remind myself to work on applying it a little better - one of my assumptions, I think, is that my memory is as good as it's ever been, when in all honesty it's starting to slip. I need the reminders. (I am my mother's daughter.) ((Sorry, Mom.)) Part of the trick to all of this is that I'm not always aware that I'm making an assumption about something that should actually be questioned. The challenge, then, is to create a new paradigm in which I actively (and routinely) question everything about which an assumption would otherwise be made.

I think: As with most things, communication is key. And more than that, transparency may be key to communication. Yes, my roommate and I need to get into the habit of talking more often if we're going to communicate better (duh, for a start). Once we're talking, transparency may mean adopting a sort of running Twitter feed: if I am very clear about my activities and intentions (whether or not they may affect someone else) I may become very boring and not at all sought after at parties, BUT the people I'm communicating with will be more able and motivated to correct assumptions I may not have recognized in order to question.

For example, if you need something from me and you tell me you're leaving 'around' a certain time; and if I say not only 'I'm going to run out to take care of that errand for you' but also '...and I thought I'd stop at the store for a few groceries while I'm out...' (because I assume that you are taking your car and that your schedule isn't particularly pressing); then you can follow up with 'I'm not sure I can wait that long - my ride will be here in five minutes!' which tells me that you are a) traveling with other people, and b) that your schedule is actually defined. My assumptions are corrected because you were able to give me information I didn't realize I needed, I can run the errand without detours and you head off happy. If I operate under a policy of 'full disclosure' instead of 'minimal effort' I may help to create fewer misunderstandings and hurt feelings.

Note to self: Anyone wishing to stop making assumptions (or, operating as though assumptions are always true) must be prepared to be corrected, sometimes indignantly, as transparent communication disrupts the assumptions of those you're communicating with. If, on the other hand, those corrections are not made, than transparent communication on your part means you're off the hook responsibility-wise if information isn't shared. Also, if you pay more attention, listen more carefully, observe body language, (etc...) you'll become more skillful at figuring out when questions are needed. And, really, it never hurts to ask. Or, at least, it hurts more later if you don't ask.

Ergo: When you think you know something, check on it. (Isn't that the old carpenter's rule? 'Measure twice, cut once'?) Bus schedules, birthdays, study topics, quoting somebody... even if you think you know, check. (That way you won't be standing out in the cold for half an hour, stewing over a bus that hasn't shown up, when all you had to do was walk ten feet to look at the posted schedule and realize you were wrong - there wasn't a bus scheduled to arrive then, doofus - and you'd still have had time to work something else out.)
Also: be transparent, particularly in regards to plans and immediate/future activities. It's far more frustrating to try to fix something you messed up later!

Okay, more later...  I think I'd better go check one more thing for my schedule for next week! (And then maybe look at the whole thing again...)

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Christmas video reviews starting soon! (Hopefully tomorrow!)

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November 24, 2011

It's Traditional

I love it when Brits wish me a Happy Thanksgiving. They're always so gleeful and delighted when they do -  something about engaging in another nationality's cultural events, or perhaps a positive ironic exchange (as the first people to celebrate Thanksgiving were getting away from the British), or maybe they're just angling for turkey and pie. Whatever the reason, it's charming and cheering and sweet.

Last year's holiday celebration was a new experience, as we had a lecture that day (and I think every English person on my course said 'Happy Thanksgiving' before any of the Americans had a chance) and then got together that night for an American Thanksgiving in London. I made an apple pie from scratch. (I still have the unopened can of Crisco purchased as a backup in case the butter pastry didn't work.) I introduced several wide-eyed impressionables to the wonder of apple slices dipped in caramel sauce. We had a truly stellar turkey, although it wasn't served until an hour or so after the meal actually started. I taught the entire group our family Thanksgiving hymn, "Johnny Brubeck"*.

This year I'm in Canterbury while my friends from Central are in London (and points far-scattered), and my Kent course-mates are in Germany at a theatre festival. I have a ticket for a show this evening, and plan to study, apply for Christmas jobs, and get my tourist on by visiting a monastery and the nearby 'oldest parish church in England'. I will also be searching for truly amazing pie. There is plenty to be grateful for, and not just in a 'could be worse' kind of way: I'm grateful to have smart, funny, caring, wonderful friends both here and back home in the States. I'm grateful to have the means to do what I'm doing (and grateful to be so busy with it all that I don't often have time to think about how it'll take me the rest of forever to pay off the student loans!). I'm grateful for tremendous supervisors and lecturers. I'm grateful to have a healthy, functioning body and am a little more determined every day to take better care of it. I'm grateful my brother's family is being supported and cared for by friends and neighbors, since we can't be there to help. I'm grateful my hair growing out doesn't look as strange as I'd feared. I'm grateful for a bus pass. I'm grateful to be an effective, contributing member of a ward full of lovely people. I'm grateful for a pleasant room, and that Canterbury is such a nice place to live.

Believe me, there's lots more where that came from, but I think it's time to get started on finding that pie!** Happy Thanksgiving! May you eat, rejoice, and be reminded every day of the things that are most important!





* The family in this video sings a slightly different version of the tune, but you definitely get the picture. And they've got at least one verse I've never heard before! I'm going to go learn it, and teach it to my family next year! 
** Tomorrow, I think, may see me breaking out that Crisco and making some pie-dough cookies. Yum.

November 18, 2011

Big Moment

... and naturally it happens on a day when I'm still at home, working in my pajamas. I haven't even combed my hair. (That's a joke. And true.) I'm about to leave the house and pick up some groceries, then come back and finish cleaning my room, prepping my Sunday School lesson, and polishing the CV and seasonal-job cover letters.

In the middle of this, all that is mundane, the mail arrived. (Like it sometimes does.) There was a letter from the Central School of Speech & Drama. (It honestly seems like yesterday, and like forever ago, that I was starting to wander around London and trying to figure out what 'devised theatre' was.)

I HAVE OFFICIALLY BEEN AWARDED A MASTERS' DEGREE.

I have an MA from the Central School of Speech & Drama (and I'm a little bit torn about including that on the CV that is supposed to get me a minimum-wage Christmas job).

That huge student loan and that year of stress and angst really counted. It will mean something to the rest of my life beyond 'good experience'. I moved to the UK, and when I go back to the States I will have a piece of paper that proves I did something with my time there.

It's a relief, and a release, and a really nice motivation to make this year at the University of Kent be EVEN BETTER.

November 13, 2011

Remembrance Sunday

Friday was Armistice Day, November 11, or Veteran's Day in the States. In the UK Armistice Day (or Remembrance Day) commemorates the end of World War I on that day in 1918; hostilities formally ended on the 11th day of the 11th month in the 11th hour. It's a day of memorial for all who have died in the line of duty since then, and you will see people all over Britain wearing red paper poppies on their lapels from the first of November through Remembrance Sunday, the one that follows the 11th. A two minutes' silence is observed at 11:00, with services and ceremonies following both on Armistice Day and Remembrance Sunday. This year I found a little metal poppy pin, so I'll have it to wear every year; it is so important that we never forget.


The First Two Minute Silence in London (11th November 1919) as reported in the Manchester Guardian, 12th November 1919.

'The first stroke of eleven produced a magical effect.
The tram cars glided into stillness, motors ceased to cough and fume, and stopped dead, and the mighty-limbed dray horses hunched back upon their loads and stopped also, seeming to do it of their own volition.
Someone took off his hat, and with a nervous hesitancy the rest of the men bowed their heads also. Here and there an old soldier could be detected slipping unconsciously into the posture of 'attention'. An elderly woman, not far away, wiped her eyes, and the man beside her looked white and stern. Everyone stood very still ... The hush deepened. It had spread over the whole city and become so pronounced as to impress one with a sense of audibility. It was a silence which was almost pain ... And the spirit of memory brooded over it all.'

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In Flanders Fields
by John McCrae, May 1915

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields. 

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.






Sunday(s) Snippets

Last weekend I went to Cardiff, Wales, to visit a friend and hang out for Bonfire Night (that whole 'Guy Fawkes' thing). I have video clips of the fireworks, which were amazing, and we toured around and checked out castles, which I loved.

Church on Sunday, though, was a trip - I didn't know exactly which building the meeting was in, and there wasn't a sign... but just as I got out of the car I spotted the missionaries walking down the street. All I had to do was follow them to get to the right place! (Yes. It's also a metaphor. Good job.) The ward met in a trade school that was a lovely old converted Georgian building - Sacrament Meeting was in a beautiful hall with massive lead-paned windows and blue-and-white paneling. (It was freezing.) It's true what they say - the Welsh really do have marvelous singing voices! Even when they don't have a pianist, which they didn't when the meeting started... there was a general call for volunteers to play, and I gave in and went up to play for the Sacrament hymn. I was terrible, but the volume was down so low on the electric keyboard I don't think anyone could really hear me anyway.

It was a very nice and a very interesting testimony meeting; one of the windows was cracked open (probably at least part of the reason it was cold) and it evidently couldn't be shut because it was too high up and a tree branch had started growing through the opening. A few minutes after the testimonies started a hummingbird climbed in through the open window and then spent the rest of the meeting trying to find it's way back out - we were trying to listen, but in reality the entire congregation was fascinated watching this bird fly from window to window to try to get through the clear glass. A ward member finally walked around the room and opened all the windows he could reach, and the bird crept out - you could practically feel the collective sigh of relief!

I do like a good portcullis.

That afternoon my friend and I visited Cardiff Castle (which is beautifully overdecorated) and then went to the Millenium Centre for a singalong of 'The Messiah'. I was pretty excited about it, actually - how often can you say you sang the Messiah with a Welsh choir? Not often, that's for sure. (Unless you live in Wales and do this kind of thing a lot.) Anyway, the orchestra was on the stage, the choir (who had all paid 15 or so pounds - for charity - to sing) filled up the entire stalls section, and the audience (including me) were in the first balcony. I could just see the bass section and a few of the tenors. The soloists actually stood in the boxes to either side of the stage, which was a pretty nice staging idea. The whole thing was lovely, and at the end the conductor invited the audience to stand again and sing along as they reprised the Hallelujah Chorus. Guess I wasn't the only audience member that wanted to say they'd sung with a Welsh choir!

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I'm starting to be afraid that I really have 'graduated' from playing the piano badly for the Primary to playing badly for the entire ward - I've been stumbling along in Relief Society, and then today the Sacrament pianist didn't show up so I was drafted. The Sacrament hymn started off so, so awfully... and the chorister still had the congregation sing through the extra two verses anyway! On the plus side, by the time we got through that last verse my playing actually sounded OK; and, at least it wasn't 'A Poor Wayfaring Man of Grief.' (Listen to your mother. PRACTICE THE PIANO.)

I had actually prepared to teach the 12-16-yr-olds in Sunday School for the first time - the Sunday School President hadn't known what lesson they were on, so I counted back from the end of the year and guessed. I found out upon arrival that they'd had that lesson the week before. Oy. I thought I'd be reprieved when I heard I only had one student, a teenage boy - I figured it'd be less awkward for everyone if we just went in with the adults instead, only to find that the adult Gospel Doctrine teacher hadn't shown up and the bishopbric wondered if I would mind teaching the lesson. I stood up and 'facilitated' the lesson I hadn't prepared (gotta stick to that schedule!) and it was terrific - it's amazing how fun that kind of thing can be when the whole group is pulling together! (Seriously, teachers should remember to put a little more responsibility on the class members, instead of trying to feed them information. They've got some really great stuff.)

In fact, my favorite thing of the day came when we were discussing 1 Peter 2:8 and talking about how we can be 'living stones' (it's such a great picture - are stones tempted by the vices of the world? I think not) and yet not be a stumbling stone for someone else... and a class member raised the idea that perhaps we SHOULD be 'stumbling stones of offence' for other people - that we could be so determined to be righteous and to build the kingdom that we help to create a 'stumbling stone' that the world cannot help but to stop and look at, that interrupts them in their daily pursuits and makes them acknowledge that there is something greater. The same class member later reminded us about D&C 122:9, part of the section on extreme affliction, and how the Lord is always with us. SUCH a great time in Sunday School today.

And I'm more determined than ever to practice the piano regularly.

Sunrise over Cardiff Lake and Cardiff Bay. Yes, it really was sunrise. Yes, I really was there and awake. Shut up.

November 11, 2011

FYI

You know what? In general, people are really pretty nice.

Don't try to hide it, I see your "WHA-?!?" face.

No, it's true.

Just a few days ago the scary-grumpy-looking lady I avoided making eye contact with on the street walked past and very pleasantly made a point of letting me know the bus was close, since I had my earphones in and might not have heard it. (She didn't seem particularly grumpy after that. Huh.)

Nearly everyone here thanks the bus driver when they get off, and the bus driver nearly always responds (cheerfully).

The college-age kid coming down the stairs who normally would have walked by and pretended like no one else was around smiled today and indicated I should go first.

Smile and direct even a slightly friendly comment to a taxi driver, and they'll happily talk your ear off. (Every one.)

The guy who works at the reception desk in the theatre building who scares the dickens out of the undergrads is actually a big, perpetually scowling, black-clothes wearing, spiky-black-hair gelling teddy bear who will wink at you and call you 'love' when he sees you if you suck up just a tiny bit. (He smiles, too! It's a little scary, but he does!)

Everyone I've joked with in recent memory (grocery checkout, queueing up for something, at church, on the bus, etc...) has been perfectly willing to joke along.

In a lecture recently someone was telling us about a study in which the majority (80%+) of the unsuspecting public that were observed behaved in a way that was 'good' or 'honest', even though when people are asked they tend to assume others will be 'good/honest' only about half the time. People are usually better than we think they are. And I've found lately that they're definitely nicer than I've thought they'd be.

Except, of course, for those kids - I'm still planning to yell at them to get off my lawn every chance I get.

Cheers!

November 09, 2011

One Mormon's Respectful Response

... to being referred to as a member of a 'cult', or told that they are 'not Christian'.

This is pretty much what I've been planning to write for quite some time. Only it's much better.

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Dear Pastor Jeffress (of First Baptist Dallas),

I’m just one of the millions of people who saw and heard on TV news shows your statements that “Mormonism is a cult” and “not a part of orthodox Christianity”.  As a faithful lifelong member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints I felt a strong reaction to those statements, as you might imagine.  My remarks here are only my personal thoughts, but I assure you they are heartfelt.

My reaction was twofold.   First, I saw your remarks as an unfortunate “below-the-belt” swipe at Mitt Romney in the hopes of advancing your own favorite political candidate.   While you certainly have the right to do that, I think many Americans join me in feeling that such a move was beneath a prominent religious leader such as yourself. 

Second, as a devoted believer and follower of Jesus Christ I was saddened that you felt the need to speak out against my faith and beliefs.  I’m sure there are those who think it was done with malice, but I’ll try to do the Christ-like thing and give you the benefit of the doubt.  Perhaps you’ve just been misinformed about “Mormonism” as many others have been.

But it might surprise you to learn that I actually agree with part of what you said, although perhaps for different reasons than you might imagine.

You said that Mitt Romney is “not a Christian” (and by association myself and the other six million-plus Americans who are Latter-day Saints).  But I believe you need to be more specific.  There are many different kinds or “flavors” of Christians.  I agree that the LDS people are not Baptist Christians or Evangelical Christians or Catholic Christians, etc.   I will even agree that we’re not part of  “orthodox” or “traditional” flavor of Christianity, if by that you mean the post-Nicene church that became the “universal” or “catholic” version of Christendom. 

I believe my faith to be the original church of the Corinthians, the Ephesians, and yes, those who were first called Christians in Antioch,  - that same church now restored in these latter days.  So I call myself a “latter-day Christian", with theological roots that precede the “historical” or “orthodox” version that was the product of the various councils and creeds.  That “orthodoxy” eventually became so corrupt and so apostate that the Reformers broke away from it in protest of its having “fallen away” from Biblical truths (2 Thess. 2) and “changed the ordinances” (Isa. 24:5) so that the “faith once delivered to the saints” (Jude 1:3) was no longer recognizable as the church that Jesus organized.

There were many enlightened Christian thinkers and theologians in history who, like Joseph Smith, believed that Christianity had become apostate and that a restoration of the New Testament church of Christ was necessary.  John Wesley the founder of Methodism wrote:
   It does not appear that these extraordinary gifts of the Holy Ghost were common in the Church for more than two or three centuries. We seldom hear of them after that fatal period when the Emperor Constantine called himself a Christian; . . . From this time they almost totally ceased; . . . The Christians had no more of the Spirit of Christ than the other Heathens . . . . This was the real cause why the extraordinary gifts of the Holy Ghost were no longer to be found in the Christian Church; because the Christians were turned Heathens again, and had only a dead form left.
The Works of John Wesley, vol. 7, pp.26-27

As I’m sure you well know, John Smythe the founder of the Baptists first left his position as a Church of England minister and joined the Separatists, but then dissolved his congregation to re-form it as the first General Baptist church among English expatriates in Amsterdam in 1609.  He felt that the “historic” or “orthodox” Christianity of his time had wandered astray, especially with regard to the apostate doctrine of infant baptism.  Those first Baptists were considered a “cult” by many Protestants in the “traditional” Christian denominations that persecuted them unmercifully.

Around 1640, Roger Williams of Providence, Rhode Island, founder of the first Baptist church in America refused to continue as pastor on the grounds that there was:

… no regularly‑constituted church on earth, nor any person authorized to administer any Church ordinance: nor could there be until new apostles are sent by the great Head of the Church, for whose coming, I am seeking.
 (Picturesque America, or the Land We Live In, ed. William Cullen Bryant, New York: D. Appleton and Co., 1872, vol. 1, p. 502.)

If I understand your words correctly your definition of a Christian (and that of most Evangelicals) is a pretty narrow one, far different from the standard meaning found in most dictionaries.  Personally I think anyone who accepts Jesus Christ as the Only Begotten Son of God and as his/her personal Savior who died for our sins and was bodily resurrected on the third day is a Christian.  C.S. Lewis described such people as “mere” Christians.

But your narrow definition would exclude anyone who:
1. Does not believe in a closed canon of the 66 books of the Protestant Bible.
2. Does not accept the Nicene Creed as an accurate description of the nature of God the Father, His Son Jesus Christ, and the Holy Ghost.
3. Believes in living prophets and apostles as the “foundation” of Christ’s earthly church.
4. Believes in continuing revelation from God to man.

     I could go on.  I’m very familiar with the standard arguments against “Mormonism”.

But the Bible says that believers in Christ were first called Christians at Antioch (Acts 11:26).  I would respectfully submit that those Christians:
1. Did not believe in a closed canon of scripture.  (some of the New Testament had not yet been written.)
2. Did not accept the Nicene Creed as an accurate description of the nature of God the Father, His Son Jesus Christ, and the Holy Ghost.  (it would not be written for 300 years)
3. Believed in living apostles and prophets as the “foundation” of Christ’s earthly church.
4. Believed in continuing revelation from God to man.

So if you’re going to say that Mitt and I are not Christians based on those reasons, you’ll have to say that the believers in Antioch were not Christians either according to your definition.

You said in your Hardball interview that “Mormonism” is a “cult” because:
1. “Mormonism came 1800 years after Jesus Christ”
2. “Mormonism has its own human leader, Joseph Smith”
3. “it has its own set of doctrines”
4. “it has its own religious book, The Book of Mormon, in addition to the Bible”

Your exact following words were:  “and so by that definition it is a theological cult”.  You made a weak distinction between a theological cult and a sociological one, but most people will not even notice that fine differentiation.  It was obvious to any sophisticated viewer that your main goal was to keep repeating the word “cult”.   It’s such an inflammatory buzz word that I’m sure your goal is to use it as often as you can to scare people away from “Mormonism” without seriously considering our theology and our beliefs.  It’s a word used to end or avoid discussion, not to foster it.  As a Latter-day Saint I welcome the opportunity to “stand ready to give a reason for the faith that is in me”, but those who sling around the word “cult” with respect to The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints seek to cut off debate rather than to encourage dialog.  It’s as though they are afraid of an open and honest discussion.

But following your own definition of “cult” for a moment, I’d like to respectfully submit that:
1. Roman Catholicism came 300 years after Jesus Christ.
2. Roman Catholicism has its own human leader, the Pope (or Peter if you accept the Catholic claims that he was the first Pope)
3. Roman Catholicism has its own set of doctrines (Mariology, transubstantiation, priestly celibacy, veneration of  “saints”, indulgences, etc.)
4. Roman Catholicism has its own religious books (9 deuterocanonical more than those found in the Protestant Bible – also used in Eastern Orthodox churches)

And even your own Baptist flavor of Christianity in some ways fits your definition of what makes a cult;
1. “Baptistism” came 1609 years after Jesus Christ
2. “Baptistism” had its own human leader John Smythe – a Church of England minister (see footnote below from the website of  the Baptist History and Heritage Society)
3. “Baptistism” had its own unique doctrines, including the “believer’s baptism” of adults.
4. “Baptistism” was considered a cult by the “orthodox” or “traditional” or “historic” Christian denominations of the time.  In fact Baptists suffered severe persecution from other Christians who believed in the “mainline” doctrine of infant baptism prevalent in that era.  Thousands of Baptists were martyred for baptizing adults.

One of the dictionary definitions of a cult is that is a small isolated group that is out of the mainstream.  That certainly does not apply to my church.  The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints is the fourth largest religion in America, and the second largest Christian church in Washington, Oregon, and California (after Catholicism).  You mentioned that there are 15 million Southern Baptists.  By 2012 at the present rate of growth there will be more Latter-day Saints than that.

Pastor Jeffress, in order to be consistent and truthful you would have to admit that the same definition you’ve used to brand “Mormonism” a cult applies at least in part to  Roman Catholicism and “Baptistism” as well.  Are you willing to say that on national television?  I would hope so.  I would hope that you’d want to be totally consistent and truthful.

Thank you for your time.  I’m attaching a summary I wrote of what I believe happened to “the faith once delivered to the saints”.  There was a great apostacy that fundamentally changed the New Testament church of Jesus Christ into something so different that those Christians at Antioch or Peter or Paul would not have recognized it in the Dark Ages that came upon the earth.   (Amos 8:12)  That apostacy required the “restitution of all things” prophesied in Acts 3:21 to occur before Christ’s return.   That restitution or restoration of original Biblical Christianity was what was looked forward to by Roger Williams.

I testify to you that that restoration has come, and the original Christianity is back on the earth in its fullness as The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.  If you would like to investigate these claims I’ll be happy to “bring forth my strong reasons” for “the faith that is in me.”  I would welcome a thoughtful dialog.

Cordially yours,

Robert Starling
A Latter-day Christian

(footnote to above reference to John Smyth)
BHHS -- Baptist Beginnings http://www.baptisthistory.org/baptistbeginnings.htm

The first General Baptist church, led by John Smyth, was founded in Amsterdam, Holland, in 1608/09. Its members were English refugees who had fled England to escape religious persecution. John Smyth was a minister in the Church of England. As a student and later as a pastor and teacher. …   By 1608/09, Smyth was convinced his Separatist church was not valid. Most of the members had only infant baptism, and the church was formed on the basis of a "covenant," rather than a confession of faith in Christ. Smyth therefore led the church to disband in 1608/09 and re-form on a new basis–a personal confession of faith in Christ, followed by believer’s baptism. Since none of the members had been baptized as believers, Smyth had to make a new beginning. He baptized himself and then baptized the others. His baptism was by sprinkling or pouring, but it was for believers only.



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This is a post I came across on Facebook. I think it's beautifully, calmly, intelligently, faithfully laid out, and the author did an amazing job. What are the chances Pastor Jeffress actually WOULD ever read it? Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleeeaaase let that happen...