Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Our we Hypocrites?


Last week there was a missionary from The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, the Mormons, that was detained at the Cincinnati airport for the lack of necessary documentation. He was arrested for being an undocumented immigrant.

This info from the Salt Lake Tribune caused a blinking frenzy and a slight tick in my head. http://www.sltrib.com/news/ci_12223689

I thought that citizens of America are required to have a Social Security Number, “documentation” as a person native to the country, to receive any benefits and services the country provides for them. Non-citizens, who wanted to be, live or work in the United States need to have documentation as well. Some non-citizens don’t need to have a SSN, but for other purposes, they need other types of documentation. Everyone needs documentation. It’s the law.

My stand on illegal immigration has been the same since when I became aware of the issue. Round them up and send them home, when their documented, let them come, they can apply for jobs and whatever.

Being a member of the Mormon Church I have certain beliefs. One of them in our articles of faith is, “We believe in being subject to kings, presidents, rulers, and magistrates, in obeying, honoring, and sustaining the law”. Ether I believe this or I don’t. I do. I won’t hire illegal immigrants in my business and anything else that may jeopardize my freedom.

The purpose of the Church is to bring people to Jesus Christ. It uses its members, called missionaries, threw out the world that believe in Christ to help find those that are looking for Him. Both the Missionary and the one looking for Christ will benefit. That is what life is about in the first place, finding our Savior. But we can’t do the right thing the wrong way.

Reading the article it sounds like the Church is on its heels. There is definitely an awkward relationship between the Church and illegal immigration.

I believe the Church is true and I know that the prophet receives revelation from God. I will do what the prophet asks of me. If I were a leader I would allow illegal aliens to hold leadership positions, participate in all its programs, receive its welfare services, and attend its temples. I think that is what the prophet and the Church want. The behavior of the Church signifies that fact.

The thing is I still think that documentation for all immigrants is the law and should be upheld. There should be enforcement, especially with the current crisis of the swine flu. The citizens of America should be defended from all enemies (swine flu) both foreign and domestic.

As you can see I am on both sides of the issue. Does that make me a hypocrite? hyp⋅o⋅crite  ˈhɪp ə krɪt[hip-uh-krit] Show IPA
–noun
1. a person who pretends to have virtues, moral or religious beliefs, principles, etc., that he or she does not actually possess, esp. a person whose actions belie stated beliefs.
2. a person who feigns some desirable or publicly approved attitude, esp. one whose private life, opinions, or statements belie his or her public statements.

When it comes down to it, I will do exactly what the Church counsels me to do.

If you read the history of the church, there are stories after stories of immigrants, newly members of the Church, coming to Zion from faraway lands. I don’t know if they were legal or illegal. Maybe that has a bearing on the churches position. Maybe not.
More information on documentation for both citizens and non-citizens can be found at http://www.ssa.gov/ssnumber/

Sunday, April 12, 2009

Friends


About six months ago, my wife, kids and I were rushing to an appointment. We had enough time to slip into the drive-thru at Arctic Circle. It was there where I saw, running food out to a customer, an old friend.

In an instant, the time machine of memory whisked me back to my junior high years. Three of us were inseparable: M___B___, T___ F___, and Me. We had lunch together, we walked home from school together, we had sleepovers and reveled in life.
T___ F___ would tell us the story of the movie he had recently scene as we walked home from school. He described the film without skipping a single scene. He would illustrate to us the characters, the relationships and the emotion of the film. He could scare us, make us laugh and cause us to cry.

The motion picture I remember most was the “Shining”. After hearing the story from him, I went and watched it. T--- ‘s words scared me more than the movie.

Not long after high school, TF developed a disease and passed away.

M___B___ had all the ideas, from going to the movies, a bike hike up City Creek Canyon and watching girls at the mall. What set him apart from all my other friends was that he had all the Star Wars collectables, from Yoda to the Millennial Falcon.
One night we had a sleepover at his home. His room was in the basement. At the bottom of the stairs a door led into a family room. In the back of that room, to the right, was his room. His room was full of Star Wars stuff so we used the family room for our fun.

The first thing we did was cover all the windows to make it pitch black, we turned off all the lights and started a slow strobe light and played strobe hide and seek, followed by Dungeons and Dragons, and movie on v.h.s. Then, discovering the world by discussing our perspective, common sense and our wisdom, (what perspective, common sense and wisdom 13 year old boys have.) It went well into the morning.

There were many good times. Times that push us together and some tried to rip us apart.

We brought personality to the table, we did the give and take, and we left with more. We were improved, magnified and most of all we did what was right and because of that we had more freedom.

We understood each other. We knew our ambitions were different and as time moved forward we didn’t get in each other’s way. By doing so we spent less and less time exploring life as one, then finally not at all.

Our bonds will not be cut, it could not be cut, even with the long serrated blade of time, it cannot severe our adoration for each other.

When I saw M___ B___ in the drive thru, I got out of the car, ran to him, (knowing the span of thirty years had changed my face) I said, “M___B___, C___L___”, his surprise was joyful then we embraced.

We could only share brief histories.

I left thrilled to know we were still secure in or friendship.

We may not see each other again for a long time, but I know our friendship will not end with our lives. We will take our friendship with us to the afterlife.

I feel all my friends are like this.