A Day at Church to feel like a big man
I don’t know what the exact occasions were (I think this might have just been a…Fifth Sunday phenomenon for the ward?) but sometimes, in the third hour of church (after sacrament and sunday school), we wouldn’t split into different quorums for Priesthood. Instead, everyone…we lowly deacons, teachers, and priests…would get to hang out with the adults. Way cool. Made me feel like a big man.
I can’t say if it was better, though. They’d give just the strangest lessons on these days. Quorum lessons are always so well-correlated, but these days, it seems everyone was off the record.
Every one of these kinds of lessons was some kind of insight into Big Manly Things, though. One lesson I remember was about what we should do as we grew up, decided on colleges and decided on careers.
I was a deacon or teacher at that time, so I was not concerned about what the speakers had to say about college. But even though I was young, I did remember something they said about women. The speakers emphasized that although it would be good for the young women, beautiful daughters of God, to become educated (because education is good)…clearly, they should not be taken by worldly ideas about careers. The career of a woman of faith was in the home. Degrees were something nice to have (because men like sexy smart women? I dunno)…and I think I remember one of the brethren actually suggesting that a degree was good to have for women just in case the unfortunate and unthinkable occurred and the young woman did not marry (or *gasp* worse — divorced!)
Even as a 13 or 14-year-old boy, I was so taken aback that someone in the church could actually say this. I think I responded (silently, of course!) in a similar manner that Ardis Parshall responded to another commenter once upon a time. But this was back in an innocent time when I though the church was reasonable and egalitarian, so I didn’t think much of it. I guess it was, nonetheless, the first time my head cocked in a tinge of distaste…the way it might happen if you smell something rancid and your nose seeks safety.
Anyway, I was reading through some old blog posts elsewhere in the Bloggernacle, and hearing general authorities (wait…does the church consider the Relief Society president to be a GA? Am I assuming too much reasonableness?) perpetuate this standard kinda left a bad taste in my mouth.
I honestly wonder, now…what do young women learn about in YW or Relief Society? Priesthood lessons are rather tame, but then again, I guess they don’t have to tell young men that their role in life is essentially completed by being married to a Priesthood holder.