Unforgettable Images

Many Mormons (adults included) don’t watch R-rated movies.   The oft-cited rationale is that once you see those images (“those images” = depictions of violence or sexuality), you’ll never get them out of your head.   They’re seared into your brain forever.

I for one know this isn’t true–not for me, anyway–because I can watch a movie (or read a book) and pretty much forget everything about it except for whether I liked it or disliked it in a general sense.   I have purchased a book before and read the entire thing-only to discover another copy of the book somewhere, handwritten notes and highlights included.   Brent makes fun of me because I forget what happens in movies.   I forget big things like who the bad guy is and which guy the girl picks in the end.

So I pretty much dismiss the whole “you’ll never forget” the illicit scene argument.

However, I’m trying really hard to think about what to write about for tomorrow, and I just can’t get this image out of my mind:

This was the introductory activity-the “icebreaker” or the “attention-grabber”-for the lesson my girls were treated to at church on Sunday (Easter Sunday, mind you).  The title of the lesson is Sustaining Priesthood Bearers (if you’re not Mormon, recall that only males, beginning at age 12, can have the priesthood in the Mormon church).   Every single person whose name is designed to fill one of those blanks is a man.   Every single one.

So my girls sat in a room full of adult women leaders (God bless them, every one) and their peers (ages 12-18) and did a “fun” activity in which they identified-by name-every man in charge of their religious life, all the way from the president of the Mormon church in Salt Lake City, UT down to their father (if, and only if, their father is the right kind of guy.   It doesn’t mention what to put in the blank if their dad is a non-Mormon or any other kind of average schmo).

It doesn’t mention that there are a few female leaders in the Mormon church-at the local level and at the church-wide level.   They work “under the direction of” the all-male priesthood.   They’re not included in the fun introductory activity–I guess because they don’t hold the priesthood, and that, after all, is the theme of the lesson.

So I guess I’m eating crow now because I don’t think I’ll ever get that image out of my head.

And I wonder if it’s too late for my girls, now that they’ve seen the image.