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My wife foolishly married at 20. I was wise and waited until 25.

That explains why I'm 30 pounds overweight. I'm really 30 pounds underweight, with an eight-year-old boy living inside me.

Love God Love your wife/husband Love your children and your parents Love the rest of your family Love your friends and colleagues Love everyone else In a way all of these loves are equally important. They depend on each other.
For example, your love for "everybody" (which will be a pretty abstract sort of thing anyway) will not amount to much if you hate your brother or sister. And your love for God will be a poor thing if you fail to love (let's pick a random example) BMW drivers who cut you up at junctions.
But I think you must love in the right order.
Love God first, and the other loves will follow.

My son and I were texting Tom Swifties to each other yesterday. Here are a few:
"I hate bananas," Tom cried dolefully. "Fan the flames!" Tom bellowed. "There's no room on the Place de la Concorde," Tom said ruefully. "I prefer pumpernickel," Tom said wryly. "You cut me off at the ankles," said Tom, defeated. "I'm too passive" was said by Tom. "I'm a raven!" Tom crowed. "It's on the other side of the road," Tom said crossly.

My wife foolishly married at 20. I was wise and waited until 25.

The Mormon Tabernacle Choir is singing at Donald Trump's presidential inauguration. To the surprise of absolutely no one, the snowflaky hypocrites of the Mormon Social Justice League are whining about it. Make no mistake, had the Tabernacle Choir been asked to sing at Obama's inauguration, the overwhelming majority of these crybabies would have been bubbling over with how wonderfully "progressive" such a move was.
Moral: Those who whine about the Tabernacle Choir singing at Trump's inauguration are a humiliation to themselves and all who know them, and deserve to be studiously ignored.

My son and I were texting Tom Swifties to each other yesterday. Here are a few:
"I hate bananas," Tom cried dolefully. "Fan the flames!" Tom bellowed. "There's no room on the Place de la Concorde," Tom said ruefully. "I prefer pumpernickel," Tom said wryly. "You cut me off at the ankles," said Tom, defeated. "I'm too passive" was said by Tom. "I'm a raven!" Tom crowed. "It's on the other side of the road," Tom said crossly.

THE TRUE STORY OF THE HUNCHBACK OF NOTRE DAME, PART DEUX
Naturally, the bellringer position needed to be filled again. And once again, the search was long and arduous, and the archbishop was on the edge of despair. But one morning, in walked a ugly armless hunchback. The archbishop was speechless -- it was as if his old bellringer had risen from the dead! And like the old bellringer, the man rung the bell in the same unusual manner, and with the same sublime results. Naturally, he was hired on the spot, and faithfully filled his duties.
But one rainy night a year later, the unthinkable happened yet again, and the bellringer plunged to his death. Again the crowd gathered, the lamentations sounded, and the archbishop in tears came to the tragedy. Someone asked, "Who was this poor bellringer?" The archbishop responded, "I don't know, but he's a dead ringer for the last guy."

An obvious question that a reader of the two accounts (Lehi's report of the vision and Nephi's report of the same vision) might have is, "Why didn't Lehi say anything about the filthy water?" After all, it's a vitally important part of the overall understanding of the vision. Yet Lehi didn't mention it.
I think it's an important and telling detail. The vision was granted by God, and was something like a stage play or movie produced for Lehi's benefit. Nephi was then shown the exact same play/film. But, of course, Nephi had the great advantage of already having had the overall outlines described to him, so he already knew more or less what he was looking at and understood the broad themes immediately. Because of this, he was able to pay attention to and discern some of the less prominent features of the production, giving him a more in-depth understanding.

It's a nice bowl and all, but I kind of think "super" is going overboard.

But that joke isn't lame. It's awesome.

My son and I were texting Tom Swifties to each other yesterday. Here are a few:
"I hate bananas," Tom cried dolefully. "Fan the flames!" Tom bellowed. "There's no room on the Place de la Concorde," Tom said ruefully. "I prefer pumpernickel," Tom said wryly. "You cut me off at the ankles," said Tom, defeated. "I'm too passive" was said by Tom. "I'm a raven!" Tom crowed. "It's on the other side of the road," Tom said crossly.

I always wrote "grey" because it looked, I don't know, greyer. But then I found out that "grey" is the British spelling, and that the American standard (no potty humor, please) is "gray". Since then, I've been a gray man.

My son and I were texting Tom Swifties to each other yesterday. Here are a few:
"I hate bananas," Tom cried dolefully. "Fan the flames!" Tom bellowed. "There's no room on the Place de la Concorde," Tom said ruefully. "I prefer pumpernickel," Tom said wryly. "You cut me off at the ankles," said Tom, defeated. "I'm too passive" was said by Tom. "I'm a raven!" Tom crowed. "It's on the other side of the road," Tom said crossly.

Here are some things that are pretty universally accepted as true by just about everybody, especially the people knowledgeable or experienced in these matters.  
* Nuclear power is safe and cheap, compared to other forms of energy production.  The world's 440 nuclear reactors produce around 11% of the world's electricity.  After the massive decline in new plants being built since 1991, the world is starting to get back in the nuclear swing of things, with 60 reactors currently under construction in 15 countries.  This is a good thing.
* Vaccines are effective, safe, and of immense benefit the the world's health, compared with the alternative.  You should vaccinate your children, unless they have a legitimate medical contra-indication (and odds are no, yours don't.)
* GMOs are safe, and a blessing to the world, compared with other ways humans feed themselves.  There are zero examples of harm coming to humans from consuming a GMO that has been brought to market.  The Organic movement started as a clever marketing ploy, and has morphed into a massive business full of hypocritical anti-science and anti-businenss crusade, enlisting the ignorant and the ill-informed.
God gave us grey matter in our skulls for a reason.  Nuclear power, vaccines, and GMOs, are examples of humans using their God-given brain powers in good ways that benefit the entire human race.  
Scientific illiteracy is not a Christian Virtue. 

I, for one, don't mind the notion of a right to privacy via a vis prospective government intervention.  What I choke on, is the notion that this "right to privacy" includes the right to wantonly victimize the powerless without fear of legal consequences.  
The right to be left alone (and, if you wish to extend that right, to reproductive freedom) no more covers a woman's "need" for an elective abortion, than it covers a man's "need" to engage in forcible sexual intercourse.  That's the real horror of Roe:  it blithely declared a certain class of human life, to be sub-human and unworthy of any protection except whatever its master--err, "mother"--saw fit to confer upon it.  That places it on the order of the Dred Scott decision.  Progressives deplore the Constitution's "3/5 compromise"; but since Casey we've been living under a 22/40 dogma that can't even be called a "compromise" and, like slavery before it, is primarily concerned with safeguarding the prerogatives of the strong at the expense of the weak.

My motto: Marry 'em young and raise 'em yourself. That way you know the job is done right.

My wife foolishly married at 20. I was wise and waited until 25.

But that joke isn't lame. It's awesome.

I do not understand these pages-long discussions that take place on this topic every year or so on this site. It seems simple enough to me:
Every young man should prepare to serve a mission. Every one. No exceptions. That is a young man's duty.
But what if he's sinful? He should repent. But what if he's painfully immature? He should work to grow up. But what if he's physically or mentally or emotionally handicapped? He should do what he can to overcome these obstacles. It is the duty of every young LDS man to prepare himself to serve a mission.
But what if he can't go on a mission? That's a decision for his leaders. If he is unable to serve a mission despite preparing himself as best he can, then he is honorably excused. He has done his Priesthood duty and prepared himself; then he subjects himself to his leaders, and if they say no, then he doesn't go. No fuss, no muss, no sin, no problem. Oh, there might be social repercussions, because we live in a fallen world with imperfect people. But that has absolutely nothing to do with a man's standing before God or his preparation to do his Priesthood duty.
Now, if he is unwilling or unworthy to serve a mission, that's a different thing altogether. it's not my business, and it's not my problem, so I don't spend any time worrying about it. But let's not pretend that being unwilling or unworthy to do one's Priesthood duty is not a big deal. it is a big deal. Such a man needs to repent and get himself worthy, with his heart right before God.
And what if he is unable to serve a mission because of some past conduct? Then his duty is to repent and get himself worthy to serve a mission. He may never be allowed to serve a mission because of certain things he has done. But since you can't go back and undo what you did, you instead keep moving forward. Perhaps he has indeed permanently disqualified himself from full-time missionary service as a young man, but he can still repent and prepare himself as if he were going to serve a mission. Even if he marries his girlfriend and now most certainly cannot serve a mission, he can still repent, pray, study his scriptures, and prepare himself for missionary service. That's his duty.
And by the way, that duty applies to all the returned missionaries, as well. Even the fat middle-aged guys.
Every young man should prepare to serve a mission. it really is that simple.

To be blunt, it's a bogus point, even if true. I'm not "the same man" now that I was when I was 35. Does that mean I should have waited until 40+ (or 50+) to marry? The fact is, my wife and I have grown up together in some sense. We have very important shared history, starting from our early adulthood. My wife is not yet 50, yet we have spent more than half of our lives together. That is a point that the proponents of "don't marry young" seem always to miss.

My wife foolishly married at 20. I was wise and waited until 25.

It's easy to admire Churchill. He's dead. If he were alive, don't deceive yourself that he would bask in popularity. He, too, would be derided for his myopic viewpoints and inability to grasp the greater good of holding the right opinions.