100th sheep

religious sideblog :) member of the church of Jesus christ of latter-day saints•any pronouns• a minor•@conaice is my main blog so if you see that account follow you it's me lol

[anonymous-lds-confessions]

What if I like pineapple on Pizza? It’s really not that bad.

Talk to your bishop

[pahorans-letter]

these are my own tags but i wrote a short little fic about it while in institute:

Grace can't quite wrap his head around it. "Wait, so . . . Jesus? Like, Jesus from the Bible? He visited you guys?"

Rocky's leg taps thoughtfully. "What Bible, question?"

"Um. It's a book of Jesus's teachings, I think."

"Oh understand. Erid has book of Jesus teachings, too. Very long book. Much to learn."

Grace, raised agnostic and grown atheist, really does not know how to come to terms with the fact that the Eridians know who Jesus is. He hasn’t moved since Rocky mentioned it, not even to fidget. That means that Jesus is real? Apparently? Christianity is right—or, well, the Mormons are right?

"So Erid already knew about humans," Grace states, crossing his arms. That, at least, is something he can address right now. He can work on the whole restructure of his belief system later. "Because Jesus was—is?—human."

"Is not," Rocky says with a vehement shake of his body. "Jesus is like Eridian. Jesus is Rock."

"No."

"Yes. Jesus say so Himself."

"Pretty sure he didn't say that."

Rocky makes a trilling sound that Grace has come to recognize as a huff. "Grace not read Jesus book so he not know. Rocky read Jesus book every day. Rocky baptized. Rocky 𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅘𝅥𝅯𝅘𝅥𝅮 (endowed). Not Grace."

Grace rubs his eyes with his palms, knocking his glasses entirely off his face. "Well then, how did they crucify him?" he asks, not even trying to hide his frustration.

“No understand word.”

"Crucifixion? They make a cross, like this?" He makes a cross sign with his fingers. "Nailed Jesus up there? How would they nail him if he was a rock?"

Rocky doesn't even hesitate. "Strong nails. Not cross. Asterisk."

Grace just barely doesn't burst out laughing at that image. It makes sense, he supposes. An Eridian Jesus would have to be crucified on an asterisk.

"Look, Rock, I'm no expert on Jesus," Grace says, raising his hands in surrender. "But maybe we have two different ones? Because I'm pretty sure he was human on earth, and the whole thing he did was die for our sins."

"Yes. Die for our sins."

"I mean, like, earth's sins."

"No, die for all sins. Earth and Erid."

"Did he die on Erid, too?"

"No. Jesus died somewhere else. Rocky now know was earth. Came to Erid after."

It doesn't make sense. It would be like - like saying Jesus went to the Americas after he died in Jerusalem, or wherever it was.

Then again, none of this makes any sense.

"Okay," Grace relents, before Mary can intervene on what sounds to her like a conflict. "Okay. So, Eridians are Mormons?"

"Yes, 𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅘𝅥𝅯𝅝," Rocky says, a word that sounds like a four-part harmony lingering on a high note. "Mormon. ocky will teach Grace! Like science!"

He might as well learn about Erid's religious culture before they arrive. It's definitely something he ought to be at least passingly familiar with. "Sure, buddy. Teach me."

Rocky hops excitedly. "Yes, yes, yes! Rocky set apart as missionary in case of aliens. Preach My Gospel in my room!"

Grace laughs. "A missionary? Like, one of the guys with name tags?"

Rocky hums. "Yes, I need name tag. Grace make Rocky name tag."

"You don't need that."

"Human missionaries wear name tag. Rocky need name tag."

"Rock."

"Cannot be consecrated missionary without name tag."

Grace sighs. "Fine, but it's gonna be made of paper. Happy?"

"Happy happy happy! Like Plan of Happiness!"

Grace doesn’t ask what that means. He’s sure Rocky will explain everything in-depth, whether he wants to know or not.

[loves-em]

Tumblrstake, I was talking to my institute teacher and he was talking about old views on something that's become normal in the church now. It was completely bewildering to me that someone could think PLAYING CARDS could be against our moral standard, even non-casino type games. Hello??? Was that normal a couple decades ago, is it still normal?

Beliefs on Playing Cards

I grew up being taught they're bad and people around me still think that now

I grew up being taught they're bad but very few/noone around me still believe it

I didn't grow up being taught they're bad at all

Didn't grow up in the church/results

Voting ended onJun 28

Comments or reblogs with further explanations are very welcome!

[gorycze]

sticker designs i did for my friends so they can have something to remind them of me on their missions hehe

[mormonforgetmenot]

if any of you lack whimsy let him ask of god

[100thsheep]

If i had a dollar every time someone has asked me if "im actually mormon" I'd have about $4.50

[nerdygaymormon]

Are you... ok? I can't even fathom how difficult it must be to be mormon and queer. I hope you're able to get out one day <3 much love

Thank you for your concern

[brothermouse]

Remember, if you're concerned about someone who is queer and Mormon at the same time and really want to help them, send them $200

Send them $200 right now

[bookofmormonmemes]

evil first nephi having been born of badly parents

[mormonmonastery]

this is how first laman starts.

[loves-em]

On the tumbled blr,

straight up boasting it,

and by it, well, let's justr say

of my God :)

[loves-em]

ok but being dunked into the font 104 times in a row made me zone the heck out and just let it be done to me and the guy who was baptising was aching in his underarms for two days

we'd do it again we've agreed

[loves-em]

@turtledahturtle it appears someone has asked for a storytime (very unexpected trust me!). This is emotional for me, and I took a lot of care to write this.

The story of how I was baptised 104 (+11) times in a row, April 2025.

I can but boast of my God.

It was a beautiful April in 2025, I'd been baptised for just under a year and Easter was coming up when my boyfriend's (aforementioned as "The Guy" in the original post) ward planned a multi-day temple trip with almost the whole ward. Due to being extremely blessed, I was able to go as well. Up to that point, my only-member-in-my-family and not car-having, rural-area-living self was not able to ever attend the temple before, though I tried. Something always came up, like the person driving me getting sick, or my family spontaneously planning something for that weekend, or the likes. It seemed intentional. Nowadays I think it might have been so.

We get to the temple accommodation, all is well. Me and Boyfriend™ (18 and 17 at the time respectively) immediately, like it's nature, take on the role of "care for the youth by organising games, cards fun, and watching them", all the parents love us for this. The kids also do. We absolutely enjoy this togetherness with them. This is crucial lore for my life choices afterwards, but another day will carry this story.

We've got two baptism sessions booked back to back for all the youth, and I'm buzzing for my first visit. Inside, I get in the font first (with Boyfriend) and get baptised on behalf of 11 women whose names we've brought along, including my own family. Quickly after I get out again to change and dry my hair while processing this new environment. "That was really neat," my thoughts went. I expected more intense feelings, but was okay with a simpler first experience.

Once I get out, I'm approached by a worker. She's carrying these strips of names they keep there for anyone to do, holding 20x5 female name cards, as well as 4 of her own family. She says since we've got so much time left, we can see how many we can get done. As she finishes explaining, Boyfriend walks up to us and asks what's up, so I explain. I give him a look, and we both just know: We are doing all of these. So, all determination and giddyness, we get new white clothes and change.

By the time we're done, almost everyone has had their turn and we're asked why we're back in white, so we indulge the questions. People make little bets on how many we can do before tiring out, ranges were 30-70. We get in the font all giggles and start the endeavor. 20 minutes pass and we're almost halfway when I start getting a little dizzy from the dunks, and my eyes start itching slightly from the chlorine. Boyfriend is alright, but sometimes has to "adjust his position" (an excuse to have a short break, I believe. He wouldn't admit this, ever). I eventually just zone out and let it happen to me, merely remembering to bend my knees and hold my nose closed at every "Amen" my darling says. I enjoyed the time being held by him in the House of the Lord, during something I could feel was sacred. After around 45 minutes total, we conclude the process and exit the font.

I boast of my God. When I retell this story, I often hear "Wow 'loves-em', you're so cool for doing all these names in a row, must've been hard!" but no. It wasn't. I'm young and have energy and was just a bit lightheaded. Boyfriend was fine too. We'd do it again anytime. I don't boast of my tolerance to dizziness with this experience. That detail is fun to tell, but not the core of this testimony. The core is this:

In the bathroom, I could see my eyes all red, my fingertips shriveled and my head light from the water and movement, but that just didn't matter in the moment. It felt reverent and holy. I felt humbled by a joy I couldn't ever feel on my own, one that must be from an external source – the Holy Ghost. It was almost like a vision, but less like actual pictures, moreso a concept illustrated in my mind.

That day, 115 Women were gathered together by kind servants in paradise, and watched me descend and rise again for each of them. They heard their names spoken and cheered with each other, for each other. Among them were my own great-grandmothers. I received a sure witness that they delighted in the love of our Father, expressed in the ordinance I received for them. Their joy was manifested into my heart in that bathroom and many times after when I needed to be reminded of the joy God's House brings to so many people who didn't get the chance in their lifetime on earth. These are women, souls, beloved daughters, who laughed and cried and fought in their life, without these gifts of heavenly authority, and who also want to return to our father as I do. I feel humble looking back on this experience, and blessed with my beautiful new knowledge of these tender mercies. My joy is full, and my heart delights in a God whose plan is so gracious and just, who gives everyone a chance, and who desires us to be all that we can, our loving Father. He is my God.

I boast of Him.

[hiseyeisonthesparrow]

guess who i added to my tomodachi life island

[thoughtfulfoxllama]

Ok, the full post is genuinely wholesome

But, couldn't you have found literally any other hook

[janepaulina]

when God created your favorite things, He had you in mind as well. isn't that lovely?

[nightvale1stward]

Night Vale First Ward

In case you missed it, the new names of the Young Women's groups are: Builders of Faith, Messengers of Hope, Gatherers of Light, Slayers of Doubt, Dancers of The Void, Bees of The Hive, Maidens of Mia, Champions of Laurels, and of course KEEPERS OF THE FORBIDDEN OATH

You should already know which group you are a part of, but if not, just ask the shadow wolf that appears in your dreams when the moon is full, or Sister Björnson, who also appears in your dreams when the moon is full. Either will do.

[starmin-marmin]

[2colde]

they call me the endurer the way i endure and endure and endure and endure and well u get it

[100thsheep]