If indeed my XX chromosomes have blessed me with an extra dose of spirituality, I’m having a hard time seeing it. Truth be told, I find it a real pain to get up on Sunday morning and attend church, and I frequently find myself thinking how nice it would be to instead stay home and read novels, preferably while eating brownies and ice cream. I’ve been known to avoid the internal debate altogether by simply sleeping in–and when I wake up and see that it’s too late to make it, I think, aww, what a shame, I guess I’ll have to try out my latest arrival from Netflix.
I periodically think that I need to figure out how to make regular scripture study a part of my life, but somehow I have yet to implement this. I so detest visiting teaching that I’ve been avoiding it for years. I get wrapped up in my own problems and forget to pay attention to the people around me. In my personal interactions, charity frequently faileth, especially when I’m stressed, tired, or in a hurry. I can be hopelessly lazy, and I spend too much time blogging and otherwise playing online instead of working.
When I look at all of this, I can’t help thinking that in several aspects my life resembles the dreaded picture I hear invoked so often of what would happen to men if they didn’t have the priesthood to pull them out of their natural spiritual apathy–that they’d stay home and watch sporting events instead of bothering with religion. (It’s true that sporting events are unlikely to seduce me in this fashion, but just replace “sports” with “Buffy the Vampire Slayer,” and you’ve got me.) Could it be, then, that I am likewise in need of such a remedy? I hear that if women had the priesthood they would run everything, leaving nothing for the men to do, but I can guarantee that I personally would be not pose any such threat.
So what do you think? Am I depraved enough to need priesthood ordination to save me?