My first Sunday at church was last Sunday. It was mostly good. I saw lots and lots of people that I have known for at least 10-20 years, saw many kids that I taught the piano, chatted with some old friends, and heard the words "Prop 8" in all three meetings.
I heard it once in sacrament meeting. Then the teacher said it during Sunday school. And in Relief Society, the teacher also mentioned it. I know every single one of those people. And generally I like them. Some of them I like a lot. But it kind of made me a little sick in my tummy.
I hate Prop 8. I hate that someone had to put it on the ballot. I hate that people talk about it at church from the pulpit. I hate that this even has to be an issue. I hate all the fear mongering on both sides from all of it.
So, now that I have woken up to this, I have decided something. I will not discuss it with anyone. It isn't anyone else's business how I feel about it, especially on something that has caused such a division in people. It is between me and God and the ballot box. (ok, I didn't vote, but hypothetically, it is really between those three of us. no one else.)
All I can hope for is that the next time this comes up (because it will. this isn't ever going to stop) that I will not be in California. Or anywhere near it.
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