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Shame

shame

When I was growing up, I often felt shame. My mother was mentally ill and there was nothing you at all talking about. I carefully avoided anything that could reveal my mother's illness. It was an upbringing in shame and denial. I also felt a great debt. It felt somehow as if everything was my fault and that it was my responsibility to set things right.

At school, alcoholism could be wisdom. "Stina moved away from home. She did not stand out with her parents. Her father dropped. "I remember feeling fond of jealousy like Stina. It would have been so easy to just say that even parents were kidding. But no. Mental illness itself was never talked about. Yes, of course. I actually had a classmate in high school, Fredrik was his name. He told me that his parents were divorced because his mother was mentally ill. Only now at high school he had been told that he had not only a sister, but two more siblings whom no one had told. Fredrik's father had not been able to take care of all four children, without the two youngest he had left away and never told anything about Fredrik and his big sister. I felt terribly sorry for Fredrik and also felt a cohabitation. It was not only me in the whole universe who had a mentally ill parent.

My mother's mental illness made it among others in the fact that she could not clean up, but instead gathered and accumulated. She was not able to throw anything. When other friends took their buddies so I went alone. I could never bring home someone and I had nobody to talk to. When I was maybe twelve years old then expressed my mother very hard and clear to me that if I divulged a single word about how it looked in our home so I would be utkört. I remember the fear I felt. Where would I go? I had nowhere to take my refuge and I had no one at all to talk to.

My siblings were much older than me and them, I could not talk to. Everything was somehow under the lid. In stealth, I tried to clean up as much as I could. One summer I emptied my nephew and my parents' basement in secret. It was basically just rubbish we sorted out and threw the container. Unfortunately, it did not take long, it was just as much junk in the basement again.

When I moved away from home to 19 years old, it was such an incredible relief that I could finally stay somewhere where I could keep in order. I enjoyed being able to win friends and I made a decision to not feel guilty that I was no longer at home and cleaned my parents. Eventually I realized that I actually could do nothing. I freed myself from a lot of the responsibility that I put on myself to be responsible for my parents' lives.

There is an expression in Sweden that I really deny and that's the expression; "It's both pity and shame." It is so incredibly easy to blend these two concepts together. Taste these words yourself: SYND - SKAM.

When I became a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints as I learned about sin. What is a shame really? According to our theology is a pity that of their own free will choose to disobey God's commandments or not to act righteously despite knowing the truth. James 4: 17 says:

He who thus knoweth to do good and doeth it not, he sins.

Sin is thus only about one thing; not following the will of God / the good that we know what is right or wrong. Sin is not about what other people do, it's not about making mistakes, though it was not intentional and it is definitely not about shame.

In our church, we have a wonderful theological doctrine that shields us from shame. Unlike all other Christian churches we believe is not for the original sin. Original Sin means that someone else has done wrong and we others can carry the sin and shame. How unfair is not it.

When I read the literature I'll take some of the thoughts of the förkättade original sin as completely poison the people's self-perception. You can find it in Baudelaire The Fleurs du mal as well as in Hawthornes The Scarlet Letter. We are born as sinners, we inherit the sins of others ... How false is not this doctrine! The truth is that we are born completely new and pure without sin and we do not inherit the sins of others.

Most recently I read Jean Paul Sartre's play The flies that just about guilt and freedom of action. Sartre was one of the 1900's greatest existentialists and he stressed that we as humans were free. We are, if condemned to freedom. It means that we do not inherit someone's sin, and it also means that we must take personal responsibility for our decisions. Unfortunately, it seems that Sartre considers that the fact that people can take their fate in their own hands also means that people can feel the anxiety and guilt.

Having the gospel in his life and truly discovering what the gospel means has led me to understand what sin is and I can distinguish between sin and guilt. I know I'm innocent of my parents' behavior, and I do not even charge them for their way of living. Mental illness is no sin in itself.

The gospel has really meant a lot in my life and one of the things is that I have because of the gospel has come to realize that I can not take responsibility for other people's decisions and way of life, but is responsible for my own decisions and the way we live and I do not need to feel guilty, but can let God take care of my negative feelings. All I have to do is start afresh and learn to listen to the Holy Spirit's promptings.

Of course, all this is a process. When I was 28 years and met my current husband, I felt a great shame to tell him about my parents, how my mother was and how it looked in my childhood home. It is only in his forties that I have come so far in my development that I no longer feel shame, but can distinguish between my life and my parents' lives and tell you about my upbringing.

Faith is not free.

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Some time ago a Facebook friend contacted me. Hen had been a member for a few months, perhaps up to a year and was at the time of baptism very enthusiastic about taking the step and finally get baptized.

This message on Facebook, however, was anything but enthusiastic. Hen told me that the hen is no longer believed in the church. There was so much information on the Internet indicating that the Church was not true. Hen also felt uncomfortable as a member when the hen throughout its membership, both violated the law of chastity and the Word of Wisdom. When we become members of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints as graduates, we also promise not to have extramarital sex or make use of alcohol, tobacco, coffee or black / green tea.

Surely it was sad that they no longer believed and decided to leave the church. At the same time, I felt that they never gave anyone a chance. To baptize into the church is to take a step, just as it is a step into marriage. Anyone of us knows that it does not automatically mean that a marriage becomes happy just because you are married, you have to work on their relationship as well.

It is the same with being a member of the church. We can not delude ourselves that it is enough to join the Church and so everything flows on as well. No, it's not. A marriage is a relationship that must be built on. The same goes for the relationship we are with Jesus Christ and our Heavenly Father when we go down into the waters of baptism. We need to work on our relationship. Faith is not free. We must not confuse the concept of faith with the concept of grace. Grace comes from God and is free. If we accept Jesus Christ as our personal Savior in our lives we have been reconciled to God when Christ takes upon himself all our sins. In baptism, so we washed clean and can turn the page. We are starting a brand new life.

In this new life, our conversion also means keeping our eyes on Christ and following Him. IN John 14: 23 it says:

Jesus answered, "If anyone loves me, he adheres to my word. And my father will love him, and we will come to him and take our living with him.

So choosing to believe in Jesus Christ also means that we follow His commandments. Then we can also receive the confirmation of the Holy Ghost in our lives. Faith is nothing persistent. It is an action and approach. We can compare most faiths with a plant that needs nutrition to survive. Throne needs scriptural studies and prayer. Tron needs us to follow the commandments. Tron needs a trembling to listen to the quiet voice in our inner. Tron needs a heart willing to repent, humble, have a positive attitude and have a desire to earn. We must open our hearts and actively live our faith.

Of course I was sad about the message I received on facebook, but at the same time I was not surprised. I myself have been the same; Believed that faith was free and lived high on the love of love that I found myself in as a new member. But finally I came down on earth. Love was over and it was then that I realized that I had to start working on the relationship I entered into with Jesus Christ and Heavenly Father. Then, when I live right and follow the commandments that I know I have to follow, faith comes as a confirmation. I meet with the worship to know the Holy Spirit's presence in my life confirming to me that the path I chose when I chose to follow Jesus Christ is the right path that leads to light, joy, peace and a sense of meaningfulness.

"Sophie was caught by a sect"

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Just when I began to think that Media in Sweden might have begun to be less restricted and more international in its mind, suddenly an article appears in Aftonbladet, which is the pure return to the Middle Ages.

In an article in Aftonbladet with the title "Sofi was caught by a sect" (2015-03-06) describes how distraught parents who lost her daughter to a Mormon sect. Another interview with a renegade Mormon included. Unlike the story of "Sofi" so is this woman's name is not fingrerat.

The story of "Sofi" is a story that many members know. Indeed, there is not so many members in Sweden that you do not know who it is written on, especially not in this case. On Mormon Lady, we wrote about "Sofi" for a couple of years ago. The story is tragic. It is not really about a girl who chooses to become a Mormon. It is about parents who can not accept her daughter's life choices. Self I recognize all too well. My parents forbade me to have the church do when they understood my interest in it. I was forced to choose between the church and my parents. I was in fear of those who would represent my security and trust. How difficult it must be for parents to accept their children's choices and how difficult it must be for Aftonbladet not to be so black and white - all to create sensation? The sad for Aftonbladet is that there are lots of people in this country who actually know Mormons and who know that what they write is not true. "Sofi" himself wrote a blog post here on Mormon Lady for a couple of years ago where she gave her version of what had really happened. To avoid further conflicts with his parents as we were asked, however, to remove the blog post.

It is surprising that Aftonbladet may still be in this kind of duck pond and not realize that they have made fools of themselves. Other Swedish newspapers wrote today respectful of our faith. If you read a popular magazine, Huffington Post, you find many articles about the "Mormons." Some are not so flattering, but many are quite positive. They give words a nuanced picture of our church and our faith. How can Aftonbladet be as medieval? It is a mystery indeed.

Church Public Affairs felt that this article was going on and will respond to the criticism. Mormon Lady has been in contact with FINYAR researching new religions and alternative spirituality. They are surprised Aftonbladet's actions, but says Aftonbladet is difficult to communicate with. Aftonbladet had not contacted them that the article was about. Mormon Lady was the one who had to tell "Sofi" man if they stood them in Aftonbladet. The question is what kind of journalism it represents; not to allow all parties to be heard and not even informed that they intend to write about them?

On a couple of facebook groups for Swedish Church members who I'm in so discussed Aftonbladet article. How do you react when members of the Church of the article? Yes, some taking up the fact that only 16% of the Swedish population have confidence in Aftonbladet, according to a recent survey. Others feel a sense of security that people in general and, for example, employers think it is ok that they are "Mormons." Some get upset and think that Aftonbladet represents a limited socialist vision. We can all think differently. For my part, gives the closest to a post-traumatic stress disorder. I myself have gone through like Sofi has had to go through. But even though it is our parents who torment us so no one asks about our emotions and how we have been treated.

My eldest daughter is no longer active in the church. Sure, I hope that she will come back to the church sometime because it is such a great joy and comfort to have Jesus Christ in his life. But whatever she chooses for life, I respect her life. She has her free will and the right to choose her own life. As members of the Church, we must respect that our children choose their own lives and their own life view. To me it is also obvious that all parents, regardless of their faith, respect their children's choices.

To read the article in its entirety so is this: http://web.comhem.se/dannereuter/aftonbladet_sondag_1mar_s32-38.pdf

Something big could happen

Jon Henry and other artists, good luck tonight!
Jon Henry and other artists, good luck tonight!

Chronicle of Östersunds Posten, February 21 2015

http://www.op.se/noje/musik/louis-herrey-nagot-stort-kan-handa

One Saturday for precise thirty-one years ago, the audience begins to flow into the Liseberg Hall in Gothenburg. While doing to all artists ready. All except me and Richard. We are still stuck in the long checkout line at the Domus, the Avenue.

Twenty minutes earlier, the impulsive but bright realization struck us: what if we win the whole party! How do we do then? SVT has certainly prepared the Champagne for the winners, but ... we're abstainers.

Each with a ginger ale bottle in hand, we begin to move forward. "Sorry ... can we penetrate us before?"

Marveled gaze meets us.

"The fact is that we will sing in a little while," explains Richard.

"Yes ... Melodifestivalen!" I add, and clears his throat me apologetically.

Talk about stress. But it had been all week. It started with the original costumes. They felt completely wrong. Too much glitz and ostentation. Could not we just run with something simpler, cleaner style? White pants and pastel colored shirts maybe? But the shoes then? We could take some Peter Pan boots and spray them with gold paint. But it will be really neat? Hmmm ... they will have to do anyway. And by the way, it will probably not many in the audience will pay attention to the shoes anyway.

The choreography we also have to simplify. It could barely sing to that aerobics session. We will remove most Spins. We jump less. And all flapping his arms, we cut down to a minimum. However, we should probably keep the little armsnurren the beginning of the chorus. Who knows, someone might think it looks great?

We return to the Liseberg Hall with the breath in the throat and the Pommac bottles in the hand. It only takes a moment to change. Then we get ready behind the curtain. Ready to conquer the world. And when we dance on stage as the swinging intro and Per start singing "Flashes and thunder ..." then I know: now something big will happen.

Today I am forty-eight years. Very wonderful has happened over the years, but I still remember with clarity the transformative joy of age of seventeen sing a popular song of the world's best songs - a song I already knew would survive us all. Certainly there are more important things in life than the Eurovision Song Contest, but I'd be lying if I did not acknowledge me humble and grateful for the opportunity that was given me and my brothers.

Therefore, I'm pleased with the people who get this opportunity. Tonight, for example, there will be several debutants at Östersund Arena Stage, including the region's own Jon Henrik Fjällgren. I hope he shows - as I and the brothers tried to do - devotion and love for his melody. Do I know him fairly, he does it. And who knows when it might happen something big.

Footnote:

In my eight year old daughter, there is another recipe for success in Mello. You have to look nice and cute in television, "as you were when you sang Diggiloo Diggiley, Dad."

"What?" I protest. "Is not I still pretty?"

"Oh yes!" She says, and pauses. "It seems to me mom, anyway!"


Guest Columnist: Luois Herrey

https://herrey.wordpress.com/2015/02/21/nagot-stort-kan-handa/

YOLO!

Me and Angelica on the pier outside Strandbaden Spa in Falkenberg.
Me and Angelica on the pier outside Strandbaden Spa in Falkenberg.

Chronicle, Northern Halland, January 30 2015

My body jerks in the warm water. Slightly disoriented, I open the eyes slowly. I must have fallen asleep. I sit up in the shallow spabassängen looking out through a fogged window. There is a flat calm Vinterhav, the rest from yesterday's storm. It is beautiful, but it looks chilly out. In here, it's hot. Oh, how I have needed this.

I look at the clock that Angelica still have thirty minutes left on his facial. Then I can relax a bit to. I lie on his stomach with his arms resting on the edge of the pool. Outside, I see a jumping dog on the beach. Dad reluctantly follow behind and pulls down his cap over his ears. That said, I'm glad that I'm on the inside.

"But Yolo, Dad!" I suddenly hear in my head. It is my son's voice.

"Huh! Isaac, what are you doing here? Would not I and your mother be children free today? "

"Well, yes ... I disappear soon. I just wanted to remind you of what I said the other day: 'You must live Yolo, Dad!' "

"Yes, I remember you said that. Yolo. You only live once. "

"Just!"

"And?"

"What? and!? Do not you see what you have in front of you?

"Yes, an ice-cold sea!"

"No, Dad, not just an icy sea. It is your icy seas! Today owns you! "

"What are you talking about, Isaac?"

"Just what du always talking about. You are the master of yourself. Do not be limited by any obstacles. You can if you want! "

"But ... if I did not wants then?"

"Mom would probably be impressed."

"Höh?"

"Yes, she'd probably think you were a real man."

"Do you think?"

"I do not think. I know! "

I lie quietly in the 38: degree water and think. "Perhaps…"

"Do not think! Just do it! Do not you know how the sea calling you? Yolo, Dad! Yolo "

The voice disappears as suddenly as it came. Am I becoming tokig.Jag fixes his eyes on the sea. Yes ... it almost feels like the call. Fantasy or not, before I have time to think anymore, I jump out of the tank and press up the front door. Between me and the sea is a hundred meters beach. I start sprinting.

"Ouch! Evil, evil! Oh! Eiiii "

The ground is cold as an ice rink, and the stones and the sharp seashells does not make things easier. I leap up like a madman, with flapping arms and a body like smoke vapor. Hope no one sees me now! Too late. A corpulent lady in bathrobe waving to me from the hotel balcony.

Once at the water I am met by a thick blanket of seaweed. As I wade through the twenty-meter cold mud, I start to lose all feeling in his legs. Yolo, Louis, Yolo! Think of Angelica! After seaweed bath sprints I few more seconds before I throw myself forward and surrender my body to the sea that waiting for me.

"Gaaaaaa !!!!"

Later, when I meet my wife says she happily about her facial. I listen patiently but may end up not keeping me: "You ... I have swum in the ocean today."

"Oops! Have you?"

"Yes ... it was freezing cold, and ..."

"But you ..." She interrupts me, "You do not think I'm too red in the face now?

"No, no, not at all!" I reply, and continues: "I had to step through the sticky pliers. really Cool was it! "

"Yes, I can imagine," she says as she looks in her bag. "I'll just spray on lotion. It's good for my skin. Feeling a little cold in the face. Does it show?

I'm calm on the outside, but on the inside I scream. Isaaaaaaak !!!!


Guest Columnist: Louis Herrey

https://herrey.wordpress.com/2015/01/30/yolo/