
I grew up in Southern California. This, the Los Angeles Temple, was our temple. After my father became a member of the Church — I baptized him the night I was set apart as a missionary — we were sealed together as a family in this temple. An image of the Los Angeles Temple adorns the grave markers of both my mother and my father.
In case there’s anybody out there who imagines, based upon what I’ve written on this blog, that I’ve become disaffected from Brigham Young University, let alone from the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, because of certain recent events — and I have it on good authority that there is at least one person out there who has drawn that erroneous conclusion — I want to be perfectly clear:
I love BYU. I’ve loved BYU since I was in my California teens. I still do.
My testimony of the Gospel of Jesus Christ as restored through the Prophet Joseph Smith is completely intact, as is my commitment to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. I sustain the First Presidency and the Quorum of the Twelve Apostles as prophets, seers, and revelators, and I sustain all of the other General Authorities, as well as my local Church leaders.
I still have a calling in the Church (I’m currently a Gospel Doctrine teacher, but have served on high councils, in a bishopric, and as a bishop, and served on the overall Gospel Doctrine writing committee of the Church for nearly a decade), I hold a valid temple recommend, and so forth.
I hope that’s clear enough to dispel any possible confusion.



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