The extremely Mormon urge to be as loud and and joyful and friendly and kind and weird as possible vs the other extremely Mormon urge to be quiet and unobtrusive and avoid getting exterminated
since there is such an "english speakers who don't even try to pronounce a foreign mame correctly" epidemic, native english speakers often try to overcorrect and end up thinking they have a moral imperative to pronounce every foreign name correctly at all times. so i'm gonna hold your hand and look into your eyss as i say this: you can't. you can't pronounce every sound in a language you don't speak. and that's fine. it happens to the rest of us too. we won't be mad so long as you try your best.
“I did some research to pronounce this name correctly” = 👍 great! even if the pronunciation was still off (and learning to pronounce a foreign language correctly takes a lot of practice) people generally appreciate it when someone goes the extra mile for accuracy, and honestly, languages are cool
“I’m probably not saying that correctly”/“sorry for my pronunciation” = 👍 understandable! foreign languages often have sounds that aren’t used in English and learning to correctly pronounce unfamiliar phonemes is genuinely difficult even with help
“lol I’m not even gonna TRY to pronounce that 😂” = 👎 THIS is the problem, if treats languages other than English like they are inherently ‘weird’ or ‘overly complicated’ just because you aren’t familiar with them
“One thousand apologies for my butchering of this beautiful effervescent tongue, I will now flagellate myself as punishment for my crimes” = 👎 chill
hey guys give me a read on this. made this post 7 years ago in my trying too hard to be funny phase. is this funny or in any way accurate please and thank you
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
@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.
Me when I see someone wish painful death and total eradication of all Mormons: Well golly, they seem awful upset. I'd better pray that they find peace in their hearts.
Me when my phone auto corrects "Deseret" to "dessert" or "desert": What is this hate crime? Why hast thou thrown in with the Prince of Darkness and all his odious ilk? When will my people be free?
"Um actually you're not a real Christian because mormons believe in a different Jesus." ok that's fine. You can't use any of these paintings bc they're actually of my Jesus and not yours.
my favorite superpower is being immune to coffee. every time "ohhh you can never have it again" comes up as a gotcha in an interview or game show or whatever I giggle to myself and pour myself a big ol glass of juice
Ok Tumblrstake, I have a proposal. A lot of the time we all end up using our tumblrstake blogs to complain about/dunk on people spewing hateful bullcrap about our religion, which makes sense. It's useful to have a place to vent about those kinds of things. But, it is disheartening to regularly go through tumblrstake and be confronted with all the nasty things people are saying about us. So, what would yall think about coming up with a tag to stick on all those kinds of posts for filtering purposes? (I don't know exactly what, I would love help brainstorming)
it has been proposed that we use #boggposting, as in both Governor Boggs, and also getting bogged down. all those in favor please manifest it by the raise of the right hand
"Most popular Mormon media is Twilight" factoid is incorrect. Most popular blatantly Mormon media is Twilight. Most popular media made by a Mormon is Doom (1993)
Alrighty it's time for my semiannual Takea So Hot They're Against The Word Of Wisdom!
President Oaks has changed as a person because he's the prophet now, and that means something, and that change is a good one.
Most GAs aren't thinking about being homophobic when they're talking about temple marriage. They are men who have been married in the temple, have found value in that, and are sharing that value, same way we do when there's a really good meme.
General Conference is GENERAL. If you are looking to hear about a problem that you have that does not affect most people, you are going to have to do some work to find it!
Kearon and Caussé should fight on the top of the conference center for the right to be the apostle from the worst place. Uchtdorf can supervise as he speaks the celestial language.
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