ACCORDING TO ZAC

I’ve been reading a Mormon site called By Common Consent . It’s generally a place for honest introspection and spiritual questioning without disparaging anyone on either side of the theological issues facing Mormonism. I just read one article about the legacy of President Thomas S. Monson, who passed away in January. The author suggested that a lot of the big controversies the Church was involved in over the last several years might not have really been spearheaded by President Monson, and that he’s getting a bad rap for being the figurehead of the modern Church at the time that these situations were unfolding. Perusing the comments of articles such as these can prove dangerous. People say terrible things about our beliefs and about each other, depending on the site you might be looking at. The last thing I want is some online troll causing me to question my faith. I can do that all on my own without a stranger’s help. In a shocking twist, however, I was uplifted by one ...

I wish I had a Southern accent. *said in a Southern accent* This one time, we went to a YSA activity at Old Tucson. There was a gun show (that I only saw the last 10 minutes of -- that was all I needed). We had a delicious pulled-pork sandwich dinner. Eric introduced me to a wonderful iPod game while we were supposed to be listening to a speaker. Who has a spiritual speaker at a Friday night activity? North Stake. That's who. Then we had a dance. Instead of dancing for the first hour or so, a big group of us (me, Eric, Tanner, Hank, Mason, Kendle, Alexa, Kelsie, Sarah, Katrina) took pictures outside and made fun of everyone else. So, basically, we just did what we always do. Sadly, I don't have the pictures. Kelsie does. Expect them to be floating around the internet sooner or later. After we made fun of everyone, we danced. It was just the right amount -- a good mixture of slow and fast, and enough to work out a little bit without getting ridiculously sweaty. We talked...