Truth is, I feel better than I did this morning, but I still need to put something into cyber space so that I can sleep easier tonight. Confessing my sins isn't what I need to get off my chest and certainly not something that I would share with a global public. The topic today is the lack of decorum held by my generation and I am sure the generations to follow. There are two things I noticed during my Sabbath day worship. A lack of respect and clothing.
As mentioned in a previous post, I attend a Young Single Adults ward and all that implies (I don't really know what that means, but I couldn't fight the urge to add a cliche). Today I distracted myself from feeling the ever-present, strong and wonderful spirit by allowing unrighteous thoughts to cloud my better judgement. I would like to say that they were about the six-foot-two, brown hair, blue eyes in the lime green tie, eye candy, blessing the sacrament, but alas, that would be a lie and yet another sin I would add to my plate. I was distracted by the Daisy Duke-inspired shortness, and legs for miles I witnessed in the chapel (there I go with those blasted cliches again). Not only that, but there was way too much "Cleavland Rockin" and sexy bare backs. What's the deal? Have we forgotten the purpose of the Sabbath day? While I recognize that the brethren were inspired to start Young Single Adult wards as a tool to help us become "anxiously engaged," I do not condone the meat-market mentality that has overtaken the hearts and minds of the young and single community. I'm sorry ladies, but what you are advertising is not celestial marriage, but rather loose morals and free milk. Bold and crude, I know, but somebody needs to say it. Its no wonder the young men of the church have a problem with pornography, they can't even avoid it in a house of the Lord.
Nobody's perfect. I know that I have my fair share of problems, and as you can deduce from the topic and ranting of this post, pride is definitely one of them. I am not flaunting that fact. I am merely trying to work through it in a ridiculously public manner. I just wish that more of my generation took more time preparing themselves spiritually than physically when it comes to "worshiping" on the Sabbath day.
Ladies, we have immense power! And with great power, comes great responsibility. We should be using our bodies and minds to be charitable. We should cover up and get to work. Men need all the help they can get in the spiritual department, and we should be there to help them not hinder. I simply cannot wait for winter!
One other Sabbath day tirade and then I will let this dog lie: Relief Society is not social hour. I have to admit for the first time ever, I walked out today. The beautiful young ladies circumambiently perched by me this day were so busy chatting, quite loudly mind you, to even have a clue what the teacher was teaching (she was discussing fidelity, virtue, and chastity, topics all young women these days could benefit from). They were blatantly ignoring the teacher and those around them who might actually care about the lesson. A young lady in the row in front of me actually tipped her chair back in order to chat with the girl next to me, and they certainly did not whisper! The girl in the short skirt on the other side was discussing the attractiveness of a young man in the ward. I couldn't take it anymore! I gathered my stuff and transplanted in the foyer and attempted to scripturally study the topics of the lesson alone. The only problem was that I was livid. I couldn't focus because I was so turned off by the lack of decorum of the daughters of God that surrounded me. I know, a problem I have to work through on my own. I was the one that got in the way of my feeling of the spirit. That being said, I still think that too many of the twenty-something spinsters of my generation use church service as an excuse to catch up on the latest gossip. If you want to chat for three hours, do it in your house instead of the Lord's. Some of us are there to feel of the spirit and gain insight into what really matters in this life. Whether or not you really want to be there doesn't matter anymore once you walk through the doors. Since you made the choice to attend church, you must accept the consequences that come with it. Sunday appropriate dress and attitude. Be respectful of those that have spent hours praying over and planning lessons. Show the love and respect you should feel for your peers by not distracting from the spirit. Take a journal and write down thoughts and impressions if you are finding yourself bored on Sundays. Don't turn to your neighbor and start gabbing on and distracting them, yourself, and your peers. Thank you. That is all. I must retreat to my closet now, and begin my penitence.
