Sunday, February 28th, 2016.
A day that will live in infamy. Why? Because... that is the Sunday
that Mormon Third Eye went blind.
For almost 440 consecutive weekends
(mostly Sundays), since Saturday, November 17, 2007, except for a few
wedding anniversaries that fell on a Sunday, the Mormon Third Eye has
posted what it has seen in it's own tiny corner of the LDS universe.
From that very first missive about the Hampstead Young Married Ward
to a Sunday, February 21 2016 post on the nameless sister missionaryin 2nd Kings 5, these weekly writings have tiptoed nimbly
through both controversial and lighthearted gospel and family topics.
However, on that fateful fourth Sunday
morning last February, I woke up wrapped in personal intrigue. What
would happen if I intentionally skipped a Sunday? Would the world
stop turning? Would my world crumble? What if... What if.... I ran
out of things to write about? Or even worse, what would happen if I
just decided not to write? These ponderings transported me to an even
deeper place. Why do I blog?
If you believe the personal doctrine
taught in my very first post roughly 8 and ½ years ago, the
inaugural Mormon Third Eye was an attempt to hang on to the great
ward family I thought I lost after being a released as a bishop over
three years earlier. Fast forward to Sunday, May 22 2011, where itwas identified as a crude attempt at blog therapy.
I realize now I was just looking for
myself via 440 sessions of intensive weekly weekend blogtherapy, and
on Sunday morning, February 28th, 2016, I was found- I
knew who I was. I have a divine heritage as a son of my Heavenly
Father who loves me, and with that knowledge comes confidence in my
intrinsic worth.
That's when and why the Mormon Third
Eye went blind. I was blind but now I see.
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