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.