WillowTheWhisp

But you did invest time!

So if he was mortal what would be the point of him having a different mortal mother than Mary?

Some late abortions are comparable in timeline to premature biths where the baby survives. If the baby could have survived had it been born at that stage then surely an abortion at the same stage equates with murder? On the flip sie of the coin. Is it also possibly morally wrong to artificially sustain life when a person is dying?

Do you mean you hope God does not want us to proper? Why wouldn't he?

He wouldn't have been human in any way though would he? Don't we all have to have mortal bodies? Wouldn't that also include the Saviour? Isn't his mortality how come he was able to die? BWT I am Rh negative and my late husband was RH positive which is why I asked about that. My eldest daughter wasn't my first pregnancy. I lost that baby. Then had a healthy normal birth, then another daughter who needed to have some tests and things done, then lost another and then went through the menopause and so just ended up with the two.

Your Type is INFJ Introverted Intuitive Feeling Judging Strength of the preferences % 78 25 50 33 Interesting, but some of the questions I couldn't really be specific on a yes or no answer. I would have prefere "it depends" Yep, that's me alright - my desk is always a scene of total chaos. I'm amazed I ever manange to get the work done!

Cerainly not. Please don't put words in my mouth. I am talking about when Stake personnel (who live right bang on the Temple doorstep) visit other Wards in our Stake and tell members they don;t attend the temple often enough. These people have no idea how much some members struggle to get to the temple even once a month. Well that's nice for the poor in your Ward. We don't have Stake Transport. I suppose that's because our Stake Centre is in the Temple grounds and the Wards are scattered around it so that people come to it from different directions. We have a "Stake Temple Trip" this weekend but it is only a "trip" in the sense that everybody is expected to find their own way there. There is no Stake Tranport. People with cars will be taking people without cars but there are more people without cars than are able tofit in the spaces in the cars of the people who have cars. I can relate to that. When we only had the London Temple our Stake trips were organised to leave Chorley at 6pm on the Friday evening. I worked in a bank which didn't close it doors until 6pm on Fridays and I often didn't get away until 7pm. Add to that the ravelling time to Chorley and the bus would be long gone before I even got there. The only time I managed to get on those trips was if they coincided with my holiday week. If it didn't, my late husband and I (before we had children) used to go down for a week and stay in the accomodation there, that would be our holiday. That is only possible if the people wondering why are in the same Ward (and not in the Stake Centre on the Temple site) and have room in their vehicles to fit the other people in. In a wealthy ward like you describe where the majority have transport they are able to provide lifts for the minority. In a poorer ward where fewer people have cars and those who do are already full of their own family it isn't quite so easy. The people without transport outnumber the spare seats. You have perfectly illustrated the point several times over when saying that the 'haves' need to do things and provide for the 'have nots' that this would be totally impossible if there were no 'haves'. In other words if everyone was poor, as seems to be advocated over and over again on this thread as the ideal, then who is going to be doing the things like offering the lifts to the Temple which you believe should be freely available? Doesn't it make more sense for more people to have those things like cars so there are more free seats than people needing them and no-one need struggle to get to the House of the Lord? You keep comparing the UK to other countries of the world and saying that by comparison to them we are all rich - well as that is the case and if being rich is undesirable then maybe we should all be striving to become as poor as those other people and arrive at the situation where we can only manage to get to the temple once ever in our own lives for our own endowment, then we would be truly blessed because the poor are more blessed than the rich. That just doesn't make sense does it?

I think it mut be at least several months before birth because the unborn John the Baptist recognied that the baby Mary was carying was our Saviour.

I'm curious about your statement about the blood of mother and baby mikbone. Why is it then that mother who are rhesus negative cause a problem to their unborn child? Don't the scriptures tell us that Mary was the mother of Jesus? Why should we assume she was not? We are told that she conceived. We are also told by prophecy that The Messiah would be of the lineage of David. That would only be possible if Mary was his literal mother.

Maybe he can play them on his laptop?

Exactly! So why are people continuing to insist that being rich is going to automatically keep people out of Heaven? It cannot be so. And that would be lovely if it worked everywhere but sometimes the people who have enough just don't see how impossible some things are for the people who don't.

Monokini must mean different things to different peole. Here they are a kind of joined together bikini but with less material than the average bikini. They have cut away sections and very low cut front sometimes right down to the navel and beyond. They are far more erotically provocative than a bikini. A tankini can be more modest than a one-piece suit. It depends on the design.

You get an ALL OVER tan by going naked and I certainly wouldn't do that!

This is from newshound Dave Barry: I called my friend Andy Sable, a gastroenterologist, to make an appointment for a colonoscopy. A few days later, in his office, Andy showed me a color diagram of the colon, a lengthy organ that appears to go all over the place, at one point passing briefly through Minneapolis. Then Andy explained the colonoscopy procedure to me in a thorough, reassuring and patient manner. I nodded thoughtfully, but I didn't really hear anything he said, because my brain was shrieking, quote, 'HE'S GOING TO STICK A TUBE 17,000 FEET UP YOUR BEHIND!' I left Andy's office with some written instructions, and a prescription for a product called 'MoviPrep,' which comes in a box large enough to hold a microwave oven. I will discuss MoviPrep in detail later; for now suffice it to say that we must never allow it to fall into the hands of America 's enemies. I spent the next several days productively sitting around being nervous. Then, on the day before my colonoscopy, I began my preparation. In accordance with my instructions, I didn't eat any solid food that day; all I had was chicken broth, which is basically water, only with less flavor. Then, in the evening, I took the MoviPrep. You mix two packets of powder together in a one-liter plastic jug, then you fill it with lukewarm water. (For those unfamiliar with the metric system, a liter is about 32 gallons.) Then you have to drink the whole jug. This takes about an hour, because MoviPrep tastes - and here I am being kind - like a mixture of goat spit and urinal cleanser, with just a hint of lemon. The instructions for MoviPrep, clearly written by somebody with a great sense of humor, state that after you drink it, 'a loose, watery bowel movement may result.' This is kind of like saying that after you jump off your roof, you may experience contact with the ground. MoviPrep is a nuclear laxative. I don't want to be too graphic, here, but: Have you ever seen a space-shuttle launch? This is pretty much the MoviPrep experience, with you as the shuttle. There are times when you wish the commode had a seat belt. You spend several hours pretty much confined to the bathroom, spurting violently. You eliminate everything.. And then, when you figure you must be totally empty, you have to drink another liter of MoviPrep, at which point, as far as I can tell, your bowels travel into the future and start eliminating food that you have not even eaten yet. After an action-packed evening, I finally got to sleep. The next morning my wife drove me to the clinic. I was very nervous. Not only was I worried about the procedure, but I had been experiencing occasional return bouts of MoviPrep spurtage. I was thinking, 'What if I spurt on Andy?' How do you apologize to a friend for something like that? Flowers would not be enough. At the clinic I had to sign many forms acknowledging that I understood and totally agreed with whatever the heck the forms said. Then they led me to a room full of other colonoscopy people, where I went inside a little curtained space and took off my clothes and put on one of those hospital garments designed by sadist perverts, the kind that, when you put it on, makes you feel even more naked than when you are actually naked. Then a nurse named Eddie put a little needle in a vein in my left hand. Ordinarily I would have fainted, but Eddie was very good, and I was already lying down. Eddie also told me that some people put vodka in their MoviPrep. At first I was ticked off that I hadn't thought of this is, but then I pondered what would happen if you got yourself too tipsy to make it to the bathroom, so you were staggering around in full Fire Hose Mode. You would have no choice but to burn your house. When everything was ready, Eddie wheeled me into the procedure room, where Andy was waiting with a nurse and an anesthesiologist. I did not see the 17,000-foot tube, but I knew Andy had it hidden around there somewhere. I was seriously nervous at this point. Andy had me roll over on my left side, and the anesthesiologist began hooking something up to the needle in my hand. There was music playing in the room, and I realized that the song was 'Dancing Queen' by ABBA. I remarked to Andy that, of all the songs that could be playing during this particular procedure, 'Dancing Queen' had to be the least appropriate. 'You want me to turn it up?' said Andy, from somewhere behind me. 'Ha ha,' I said. And then it was time, the moment I had been dreading for more than a decade. If you are squeamish, prepare yourself, because I am going to tell you, in explicit detail, exactly what it was like. I have no idea. Really. I slept through it. One moment, ABBA was yelling 'Dancing Queen, feel the beat of the tambourine,' and the next moment, I was back in the other room, waking up in a very mellow mood. Andy was looking down at me and asking me how I felt. I felt excellent. I felt even more excellent when Andy told me that It was all over, and that my colon had passed with flying colors. I have never been prouder of an internal organ.

If it's going to be as difficult for a rich man to enter the Kingdom of Heaven as it is for a camel to get through the eye of a needle (which i downright imposible)I guess we won't be seing many General Authorities there. We dont have those "Give me all your money" TV evangelist types here so it's not something I can easily relate to, but I do see people in the Church who are 'comfortably off' who simply cannot understand how difficult it is for a poorer person to get to the temple when it is 'only 20 minutes down the motorway' - yes but if you don't own a car it's several hours by public transport (waiting between changing buses) and can use up a whole week's shopping money. Wouldn't it be nicer if the poor person had a little more so they could go to the temple as often as they would wish?

There have always been fairy stories and witches and wizards. Good triumphs ovr evil and the moral of the books are good, apart from a bit of swearing.

So how does Visiting Teaching and Home Teaching work in a singles ward when the members come from all over the stake?

Oh we've been through those too. We started out in one Ward then they changed the boundaries so without moving house we ended up in another Ward. Then that Ward split and we ended up in yet another. Then the Ward we split from shrank and our Ward was closed down with no warning and we were all told to go to the other Ward the following Sunday. Our Stake has also split and we have lost half the Wards we used to meet up with at Stake Conference ................... so yes, we've been through plenty of changes and adaptions but we've always been permitted as a family to attend the same Ward together.

It's personal choice. If you feel addicted to it then avoid it, but as others have said it hasn't been specified as against the WoW.

You claim to be a teacher and yet you say you do not presume to insruct the Lord whilst at the same time teaching contradictory to the Lord's teachings. I must admit your logic baffles me.

I can understand it in a University setting but I really can't understand it in our Stake. The SA and YSA have socials where they meet each other for socialising, they even organise their own little get-togethers in bunches of friends going skating or something like that. I'm really not sure what is going to happen regarding transport. It will be easy enough for the ones who live in that Ward boundary anyway, except they will be going to church at a different time and will not be able to eat with their family at home. For many people Sunday is the only time the whole family eats together. But I accept the explanation that this is the Church's way of breaking young adults away from their families in the hope of them starting new ones. It still saddens me though and I find it difficult to feel positive about the whole idea.

BTW aren't they two seperate people? Appolonius and Dyonisus?

Choose ye this day whom you will follow - the Lord or Apollinian Dionysus. We choose to follow the Lord. I wouldn't presume to try telling Him He should follow Apollinian Dionysus

I can't offer any advice. I have no parents or siblings so cant relate to the situation, but I just want to say that I hope you can work through it and give you a virtual hug. ((()))

There has never been a SA ward in our stake. This is an entirely new creation. I'm not sure where the priesthood holders will come from or even who the Bishop will be. It was just sprung upon us in Sacrament meeting. As far as I know it is going to be located at Rossendale Valley. I don't know if that is permanently or just the first week or what. They've just been told not to come to our Ward but to go up there instead. Ours are reliant on their parents for transport too - so I don't know what they are supposed to do if they can't get there. According to my daughter (who isn't old enough yet and is hoping it fizzles out before her birthday!) it is supposed to encourage the inactive SAs to come back to church but I can see it just sending more of the young ones inactive. As far aas I could gather it is supposed to be for all the ones in our Stake. When I mentioned about distances some would have to travel I was just told "Be thankful it's not the old Stake boundaries or they might have had to go up to Workington and Carlisle!" Thats not too bad if your son and daughter are able to drive thre and back. Only one of our YSAs has a car and that is more often not working and he can't afford to get it fixed. None of the others can drive. Car insurance is very expensive here for youngsters, not to mention the cost of the lessons and keeping a car on the road. Not many families can afford to do that. So we are faced with a situation where the kids are being sent to a Ward miles away from the one the rest of their family attends and most of them will struggle to get there. Some may be on a direct bus route but others will not and public transport is very sparse on a Sunday. It sounded more like compulsion rather then suggestion here. My husband wondered what would happen if they can't get to the other ward, are they allowed to come to ours with their family or must they just stay at home? It will be vey strange without them. It just seems so contradictory to the church image of families worshipping together and feels so alien.