A Blank Slate

You pay a price to be a Mormon. Well, you pay a price to be anything really, but it's only recently that I've been thinking about what that looks like as I wade my way through Mormonism. I realize that I want to pay the appropriate amount to be a Mormon man congruent with what I think is true and sensible and spiritual. It's tricky though, figuring out what the price is that I am willing to pay.

And so, I've decided, it's time to just start at the very beginning. I hope to post my observations as I attend Sacrament meeting, read my scriptures on a (somewhat) daily basis, and pray a bit more earnestly and regularly. Perhaps as I do this, I'll find out what I'm truly willing to spend to be a part of my community.

Here is my first observation: My old beliefs are, essentially, dead. Coming out and accepting my gay identity has led me to rethink the ways in which Heavenly Father moves through the world, the ways in which He speaks to His children, and the ways in which I tie my personal spiritual health to a religious institution. I feel, more or less, like a blank slate. Mormonism is still valuable and exciting to me, and I want to participate in it.

So here is a post, a road marker, in my journey; may the odds be ever in my favor.