Thursday, February 12, 2015

Yes, I admit it--I was affiliated with Tennessee Temple

I do not tell people this until they have known me a good long while.  It's not a matter of shame, but . . . well, it is a matter of embarrassment.  What is the fine line between shame and embarrassment? 
I did nothing wrong, so it's not shame.  But I don't want to be judged by their ideas of something else.  This is foolish, because as soon as I say anything self-referencing, I will be judged by someone, some way, because despite our supposed freedom, we are living in a very judgmental culture--just that we are judged on things that make no difference, like whether we eat meat or not, or breastfeed our children til they go to first grade, or drive a certain make of car.  It doesn't matter if we have really done something that really hurts others, just don't wear leather.  What a sorry state of affairs.

I'll say it--this will peg me even worse.  American is not moving toward judgment. America is being judged.  Even if it is "just recompense" or "law of consequences" or if it's directly from God, we are under judgment for our greed and selfishness primarily.

Back to the topic.  I graduated from there and taught there twelve years.  I did good work.  I still have former students who honor me, so God is good.  Extremely good, far more than I could ever ask or think and of course deserve.  I have many former friends, and believe or not, many, many good memories.  I do not hate the "place."  I do not love it, really, either.  I just don't think about it.  I can go days and not think about those years--17 to be exact.  There are in the back of the closet, in a box, taped up, securely.  But I always take that box with me when I move.

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