My family has a history of physical issues that make it hard for us to eat meat without choking - unless we are very careful to chew it extremely well before swallowing. I haven't had that exact issue, but one of my little brothers almost died of choking on a relatively small piece of meat, and I have an aunt who choked to death at the dinner table. Thus, discussions of teaching meat vs. milk at church mean something different to me than to many members.
I share that only to emphasize that every person has
unique dietary needs and issues of some sort - some that are critical to
health and continued life and some that deal only with taste and
preference. For that reason, I am wary of describing anything as universally
"milk" or "meat" - or insisting that "The Church" teach or not teach
something specifically because it constitutes milk or meat to me or to someone else.
I believe strongly that we should be engaged in "meatier" conversations and
classes as adults of God, but I also realize that there are many physical
adults who still are children of God spiritually - and that, to some degree, that is true of all of us. Thus, I throw out
really small portions of "meat" in most group settings carefully to see
if it is digestible before putting a larger chunk on the communal
platter - and I often "chew on" the meat I put out there by taking a
moment to frame it honestly but carefully as something a friend once said - or
something I've thought about over the years - or something an apostle
once said - or some other phrasing that makes it less likely to cause
someone to choke.
Finally, I stopped expecting or requiring
"The Church" to feed me a long time ago and shouldered that
responsibility myself. Seriously, I wasn't getting "fed" at church with
what I needed for my own growth before I left Primary - so I've been
feeding myself for a long, long time. I still get a really good meal
quite frequently at church, in one form or another, but it usually is dessert to
me - not the main course.
Enid vs. Banality 2/26/2017
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