Date: October 08, 2019 04:16AM
it will dawn on her (like a lightbulb moment) that the Church has never been anything more than programs and names.
Programs, names, policies, practices. Everything that gets flushed down the toilet magically, in hindsight, becomes nothing more than a program, name, policy or practice.
There were all the teachings and preachings about the war in heaven and the consequences for spirits who were particularly lacking in valor in the war in heaven -- i.e. being born into families of African descent and therefore marked as being unworthy of the priesthood and the higher order of temple blessings. Well, funny thing (ha ha), turns out that wasn't really doctrinal after all. It was just a "policy" and nobody really understands how it became a policy.
Those rascally policies. Those unimportant programs and names. Prophets and Apostles had at great length preached the "Curse of Cain" and about the fate of the "Fence Sitters" in the war in heaven as doctrine for generations. But then it turned out to be a very inconvenient doctrine and then, in hindsight, it turned out that it was all just a misunderstanding...a "program" if you will. The "Curse of Cain" was just a name or label that was associated with a program. So nothing important was changed. It was just programs and names. You sillies, you can't tell who was or wasn't valiant in the pre-existence based on skin color! Why, where on earth would you ever have gotten such an idea???
Date: October 08, 2019 10:03AM
My stake had the pear farm. We were told that it was one of three that the church owned for its welfare program. I can't tell you how many times we were admonished for slacking off in the "Lord's vineyard." There was always something that had to be done at the farm. Then the region's pear trees suffered a terrible disease or blight. The church reacted predictably. "Emergency! Emergency! Emergency!"
Like so many other programs, the stake told members to show up with their saws; even chain saws. And untrained members butchered the hell out of those pear trees. Each person giving their inept touch to "trim the blight." Eventually, the church contracted a professional team to stop the disease, and even they couldn't stop nature from taking its course. An entire hillside was declared a loss.
So the church planted blight resistance apple trees in it place. One older brother took to a liking of tending to their care. Perhaps it was his way of finding meaning and solace after getting kicked out of the bishopric (The new bishop thought that the executive secretary was TOO nice. This guy had people skills and he didn't fit with the new reign of terror that was coming from the fear driven stake president.)
Long story short, just a year shy of the apple trees maturing for their first year of harvest, the church sent a couple of Caterpillar tractors to the farm. Row by row, the apple trees were bulldozed by lunch time. The dying pear trees were left untouched. About 20 years ago, the church sold its farm to a local vineyard. Only a handful of people remember the church farm and the sermons to show up and work free for the church.