Holy smokes, just kidding, gang.
I've deleted that last post completely. (It's now un-deleted. I decided it's my blog and I'll write whatever I want.) I don't mind folks disagreeing with me - if they can be civil about it - but when commenters start bashing each other the party's over.
I'm clearly coming off too edgy and un-funny for blogland these days. Fact is, I really have been struggling with some things that have nothing to do with my faith, but a fair bit to do with the culture in which I've spent my life.
Nevertheless, trying to joke about it in hopes of lightening the load is having the opposite effect. I wish I were as certain about what constitutes 'good' and 'bad' as others seem to be. Gnats and camels, motes and beams, you know?
I'm going to work on my novel for a while. The Pulitzer committee can rest easy: my little murder mystery isn't going to rattle any cages at Columbia. Deseret Book is safe, too.
I'll be back in a few days, when I can write something that is both entertaining and uplifting. There's a great conference coming up that I want to tell you about, and I'm actually going to do something I've never done before - host a giveaway of a beautiful book illustrated by one of my favorite artists and dear friend.
Meanwhile, I got some very good counsel from Braden Bell recently, and I'm going to take it.
By the way, in case anyone is interested, the word peculiar as used in 1 Peter 2:9 doesn't mean different or unique. Nor does it mean smarter. It certainly doesn't mean superior. It doesn't even mean righteous.
It means purchased or preserved. It's all about the Atonement, about who - and whose - we really are. Who we really answer to. Whose opinion of the way we conduct ourselves is the only one that matters.
I'm going to start there. Again. It'll be interesting to see where the road takes me this time.
See you in the funny papers.