Beware the bloggers!

So, I've had some thoughts bouncing around in my noggin and not entirely sure where this is going, but I shall try to make sense of it. But first an update on the LAZI children.

Luke is in piano, golf, and plays trumpet for school band. We recently went to his band concert and he does quite well for a goober. Luke keeps things light hearted and makes me laugh. He is constantly whistling or singing. He teaches me to always have a bright outlook on life.

Adam went for a spring trip with his band to San Francisco last week for three days. He went to Alcatraz, visited San Francisco University, played in a jazz club, went to six flags, and just had a good time with friends. Tennis is wrapping up with his league tournament this week. He'll be playing more golf with Luke and Isaac now that tennis is finishing up. He also spoke in sacrament meeting. More on that shortly. Adam teaches me constantly how to not take things so seriously and love life.

Zach just finished up his second play this school year over the weekend. He was in 'Footloose' at the high school. He loves drama and has dreams of being an actor one day. He asked why I was watching him the whole time during the play since there were other things going on. Silly kid, that's why I was there to see you shine. Zach continues to teach me how to love and accept others without judging. He has a heart as big as the ocean.

Isaac is also in piano and golf. He's our constant entertainment and giver of hugs. He is always quick to forgive and teaches me to be loving and understanding of each other. 

Christy just returned from a trip to Arizona. She went to an LGBT conference for LDS families. She came back glowing and made some great life time friends. There are truly amazing people involved in the advocacy  of supporting and loving our LGBT brothers and sisters. Some have wondered why people become advocates or allies. My question is, why haven't you? If you read some of the tragedies, heart aches, and hurt inflicted I don't know how you wouldn't become an ally or advocate. But that's just me and my crazy talk.

Greg is finished planting grass for this spring! It was 125 acres, which might not sound like much but it's quite the process to get the seed bed prepped properly, plant the seed, spray chemical and fertilizer, put down netting, put down pipe and irrigate. That's the thing that has occupied much of my time for the past two months, but I'm thankful for great employees that put in all the long hours to get it done. 

So there's the LAZI kids and parents update. Moving on to some of the bouncing of thoughts in my noggin. 

I had one small incident to share about when Christy was working on a Sunday, so I was alone in nursery. Apparently it's in the handbook to have two adult men in nursery. Two is good in case we have to take a child to a parent or something. However, I was a little annoyed. I can handle a few kids by myself and anyone that wants to can walk in the door at anytime is welcome to do so. I asked the bishop why it wouldn't be okay for me to be alone in nursery. He said it's to protect me and the church. Ok, so who's protecting you and the church? Why is it we've accepted the necessity to have two men in nursery, but we don't blink an eye at ecclesiastical leaders that are alone behind closed doors with our children, and aren't to be disturbed? Often to discuss intimate details that really shouldn't be discussed with a grown man. It's okay to have your 7 - 17 year old daughter or son behind closed doors where no one is allowed to disturb? Where's the sense in this? Christy and I will be present in all further ecclesiastical interviews. I think it's wise for any parent to take this precaution. I know the magnitude of guilt and pressure that can be applied by well meaning individuals, and the potential for life long repercussions. 

So as I mentioned, Adam spoke in sacrament meeting. His topic was forgiveness and the atonement. He shared a story about when as a young boy while walking with his Mom he saw a caterpillar on the sidewalk. He was curious about squishing it and realized after doing so, he had killed it for no good reason. He went to Christy and told her he felt terrible and cried. Later he prayed to God to ask for forgiveness. He mentioned how he was scared God may squish him like he squished the caterpillar. I can't express how impressed I was with his analogy, his understanding of the atonement, and that he summarized it by stating we shouldn't be scared to talk with God about our sins or weaknesses and that we are able to gain that forgiveness through our communication with God. The God we believe in isn't here to squish us or make us feel bad about ourselves. We recognize something we did wrong and we correct it and move on. Thank you Adam for sharing your wisdom with us.

So after that, the concluding speaker was our previous stake president. If your sensitive to me saying something in disagreement with church or leaders, you may want to stop reading. I know this man has done many great things in his service and I've never had much of a conversation with him at all, so I say this only going off his message and how I received it. He talked about Sherem from the book of Jacob in the Book of Mormon. Sherem denied Christ and Jacob contended with him. Sherem was eventually smitten by God and died after renouncing his previous claims about Christ. Sherem was highly educated and flattered people with his language and knowledge. The speaker noted that if he were alive today, he would likely use blogs or other technology to spread his word since Satan doesn't use dummies to spread his word. (As a side note, Adam addressed me as Sherem after the meeting. I think because of my blog leading people astray, not for my knowledge or flattery words. He's a funny kid that Adam.) So the speaker tied this into how today one of the great tests is to follow the prophet. That there are many that are conspiring to do evil, even amongst us, that will strive to lead us away from the plan of happiness. That he has seen it and watches those he has called to repentance while stake president and what their choices have done to them.  How they didn't like being told they were wrong to question and they often told him they knew better than him.

I don't know if this man was referring to me. I'm flattering myself to think he has read my blog and was speaking directly to me (although Adam drew that conclusion). It did bother me though that we're encouraged as a people to blindly follow, that questioning is somehow bad. Why is it that in every other aspect of our lives we're encouraged to research, get educated, come to a complete understanding, and generally be well informed? If I'm buying a car, I look at all options, brands, safety, satisfaction, etc. If I'm finding a doctor, I seek out others opinions and experiences. If I'm job hunting, I look at location, salary, perks, quality of life, etc. It has always bothered me that when it comes to our religion or religious topics in general, we're afraid to go beyond what's discussed in the church approved curriculum and if we have thoughts outside of what comes out of HQ then we're Sherem that's preaching there is no Christ. I find it counterproductive to make these claims from the pulpit when there are likely many in the congregation that don't just automatically think everything stated by men is God's will and we should follow. God gave me a brain to think critically and like Joseph Smith, to seek out truth. Our history reflects some bad judgments by men called of God. And it only alienates those in the congregation to speak to them as if we're sinners and evil for having alternative thoughts and won't be able to live with God again if we don't fall in line with everything from the brethren. Men have used scripture and religion for good and evil throughout history. A good friend's parent tried to make her right handed when she was naturally left handed, and quoted scripture in doing so. It may sound harmless, but to a little child it was very frustrating and caused some anxieties that would've otherwise not occurred  Those who were pro-slavery used scripture to justify it. And in this talk, the speaker noted that even the elect will fall. He of course was referring to anyone that doesn't believe strictly what the brethren give us. As a wise friend mentioned to me, pride can come from within the ranks of the organization. It may be that the great test isn't those of us who question and find truths, it may be those that only accept their light and knowledge from someone else that is church approved and look down upon those who are inclined to think differently. Or to think they somehow are lost and God doesn't approve of them and they can't live a happy and fulfilling life and attain salvation. 

I guess for fear of going further and being struck by lightning I will draw this to a close. I don't believe I'm as Sherem for questioning. I believe I've come closer to Christ through love and acceptance of those who don't fit the plan of happiness. If I have to choose between following the prophet and following Christ when it comes to supporting my gay son, I will choose Christ. If your message supports the foundation for the tragic suicides, failed mixed orientation marriages, and general unhappy mental, physical, and spiritual health of those born LGBT then I believe telling us how bad we are for not following the prophet is a tragic irony. It becomes increasingly difficult to attend when the message is how unworthy we are if we aren't in complete agreement. I would think our message needs to be inclusive and inviting, not separating us between followers and non-followers of the prophet. We're there to worship our Savior and Redeemer, not the prophet.

A A A, what begins with A?

Today's post is brought to you by the letter A in the L.A.Z.I blog. I appreciate him understanding my previous posts being mostly about Zach and our rainbow journey. He has told me how important he knows this is to our family and others. But today we'll celebrate Ace.

On this day 17 years ago we brought our first child into this big scary world. And now he's so close to heading out into the big scary world on his own it's scary. Adam has amazed me since he was a wee lad. It's a wonder he has survived the mistakes I've made as his father. He took the brunt of it as I think I was the hardest on the first child trying to make him perfect. I only hope that he can forgive me for these mistakes and not make the same ones I made so he's a better father than I was. I have full and complete confidence in him that he will. 

He's loving, kind, thoughtful, smart, and a typical big brother that loves to tease his brothers. To the point of tears. Often. 

He hardly has to study and can nearly pull off straight A's. Hopefully his study habits improve for college, but I probably wasn't any better until I was paying for my own education. 

He plays a mean trumpet. He loves jazz band. And he gets to go to Hawaii next year with band. Mom and Dad might need to chaperone. 

Adam is always smiling and happy. Unless he's playing a video game. Then don't bug. Unless you want to be hung out to dry. It's serious business and takes much concentration. And he loves to make fun of my video game abilities which amount to punching buttons and pulling triggers as fast as possible. It's not effective but highly entertaining for video game experts that like to make fun of the old geezers that can't play.

Adam has read voraciously since a young boy. He gets lost in books. I love that he finds great joy in them and know this will serve him well his whole life. It was problematic in grade school since teachers would tell us he couldn't put books away to focus on other school work. How do you tell a kid to stop reading books? We have the opposite problem with his youngest brother, but that's another story for I day.

He can sleep like rip van winkle. 

He has a love for being healthy. We've never had him in one sport where he's doing camps and specializing in it. Maybe I should have, but I want kids to have a love for it, not what I wanted. And he has experienced many sports from wake boarding, snow boarding, soccer, baseball, cross country, golf, racquetball, tennis, and wrestling. I wish he would have been willing to start wrestling at a younger age, but he was always so self conscious about appearance that the wrestling singlet was not cool. Until he's a junior in high school. Oh well, he had a great season and now bloodies me when we wrestle. 

I love Adam's personality. He is more of a solitary kind of guy like me. He is quite confident in himself. He doesn't follow the crowd. He has high integrity and expects those around him to live with the same kind of integrity. 

He is funny and loves to laugh. It's contagious and brings great joy to my heart. It's hard to get a normal picture of him smiling and not pulling a face. 

He loves adventure and always wants to do something fun. 

He loves cats and money. He likes to save one and tease the other. I'll let you figure out which is which. 

He's a hard worker and helps me on the farm whenever he's available.  

He loves his brothers and sets a great example for them. He and Zach entering their teenage years struggled to get along or even communicate with each other. I think this had much to do with Zach figuring out he is gay and Adam was quite homophobic and made statements that probably were hurtful to Zach without knowing it. Adam is now a defender of Zach, an ally, an advocate, and sees things entirely different. I love his passion. 

In short, I truly love and admire this boy. It is an honor to have him in our home. He has taught me so much and continues to do so. I know you will be a force in the world for good and wonderful things. Love you Ace!

A letter, a contrast, and a coincidence

Well, we decided to send a letter to the bishopric about the talk on traditional marriage. I was somewhat apprehensive about this for a couple reasons. I didn't know if I could accurately express our feelings. I had many thoughts and emotions and was having a hard time composing the words in something that would accurately express our dismay but also be helpful in trying to get more compassion from the pulpit. I also didn't want to damage our relationship with the bishop and the counselor who gave the talk.

Much of what I said was already some of what I posted in the last blog entry, but went a little further in detail. I gave it to the bishop after church. He called me later that evening and we had a good conversation. I'm grateful for his phone call. I respect him and know he's trying. I know he's in a difficult position, as was the member of the bishopric that delivered the message. I wouldn't want to be in that position, but if I were I wouldn't deliver it in the manner that was chosen. No matter what is directed from the human beings holding higher callings than us, we still have the ability and duty as independent thinking members to determine if what is being asked of us is good and correct. I am trying to be understanding of leaders that are asked to address these kind of issues. I think my letter didn't address those who are responsible for the heavy dose of traditional marriage being driven like a huge sledgehammer to the membership, but hopefully helped our local leaders realize the damage some well intended messages have on LGBT youth and families. I know it's not your intention, but that's how it's received. And that's not entirely the problem of the messenger, it's the message. The policy of exclusion.

Having a child that is excluded from something has changed my perspective on many things. Since next week is general conference, we had fast and testimony meeting. The first individual following the bishop to share his testimony was an elderly gentleman that had lost his wife of 67 years one year ago. He talked about how lonely he feels, how painful it is to be alone, and how he looks forward to when he can be with her in the eternities thanks to temple marriage. The next man stood and shared similar sentiments about being alone after his wife's passing and temple marriage. Of course I'm sad they are alone and miss their spouses. Of course I think it's wonderful they had so many years with the one they love. Of course I feel happy for them to be able to have a temple marriage. I looked at my gay son and thought what a bizarre contrast to be sitting here in church where these men stand and testify about how painful it is to be alone and how grateful they are for temple marriage. Yet our church expects my gay son to live a painful life alone so he can attend the temple to be reminded he can't have a temple marriage to someone he loves. Wow. I really, really wanted to get up to draw this contrast for the congregation but couldn't bring myself to do it. I felt I might be diminishing this sweet man's pain. But I also felt it was the perfect contrast to what is a big problem.

So to top it off, yesterday Christy calls me and tells me Isaac has the prayer and scripture for the Sunday following conference. She asks me to guess what scripture. I racked my brain trying to think of what scripture in the Bible, Book of Mormon, Pearl of Great Price, or Doctrine and Covenants would say something about being gay. No, nothing from the canonized scriptures. It's a quote from the proclamation, 'marriage between a man and woman is ordained of God.' So, now we're moving from sacrament meeting where we hear this from the pulpit to asking my youngest son to state from the primary pulpit how his brother  is an abomination to God. Good grief. Was this some kind of sick joke? Christy called the primary secretary and she was unaware of Zach apparently and Christy asked her to reassign the 'scripture' and prayer. So now the proclamation is scripture? When did I miss this document becoming canonized?

That's all for today folks. The sun is shining and grass has to be grown.

The wisdom of little kids

Christy wanted me to post a couple pictures of the family since some out there may not be interested in my ramblings...so here are a couple from a recent trip to the natural bridges beach in Santa Cruz and a couple from Disney World. Please take notice of Adam's goatee. He's quite the big man now. These kids grow so fast it's amazing. I sure love them and hope I haven't damaged them too much while in my care. I know despite my failings as a parent they're destined to do some pretty great things in this world.

A few weeks ago was our LDS ward conference. For anyone reading not familiar with LDS congregations, this is where our local leader (bishop) speaks as well as the regional leader (stake president) and they conduct meetings/business related to our local congregation. Sometimes in the main meeting they call on others to speak as well, and sometimes it's extemporaneously. As was my luck, I was called upon to 'bear my testimony'. I don't think anyone was more shocked than me, except for maybe my wife and kids. Christy mouthed to me, 'you ok?' I nodded yes, a little bewildered about why I'd be called upon as I'm far from Peter Priesthood. I had a full on beard and a blue shirt. Not the clean shaven, white shirt wearing priesthood holder that is expected. As I contemplated what I would say in a testimony, it boiled down to Christ and what Bob Goff tells us, Love Does (read the book if  you haven't). Since I have a bit of a problem with controlling my emotions when at the pulpit, I don't think I fully conveyed this message how I intended. I'm a bit of a bawl baby as much as I hate to admit it, my composure was somewhat lacking, but what I intended to say was how Christ modeled a loving, caring, giving, charitable, humble, unselfish life. He didn't exclude the poor, afflicted, or sinners. I didn't say it at the pulpit, but I thought my testimony at one time had to be of the one true church, priesthood, a prophet, the book of Mormon, and divinity of Christ. It felt like I recited that without any true heart felt meaning because I had read a book about testimonies written by an apostle that explained these were the elements of a testimony. Today my testimony is of Jesus Christ and his life of love and atoning sacrifice. I feel that and believe it. I know I fall short of living it, but I'm working on it. And that's ok because I know he loves me no matter what and I don't feel the guilt or shame I once did for not living up to the ideal standard.

So today in our LDS congregation there was a talk fully devoted to the topic of 'traditional marriage'. Christy fortunately had to leave to get an ingrown toenail removed that she didn't have to hear it. I know it was hurting pretty bad because she has high tolerance for pain. She did get it taken care of though, and it's on the mend. So back to the talk. It was difficult for me to hear as this came from a member of the bishopric that I respect and was once our home teacher. I'm not fully convinced these were his beliefs or just marching orders. I appreciated he used some material from mormonsandgays.org and apparently has a good friend that is lesbian. It's still difficult for me to understand the inability of leadership to connect the dots of this message being one that is hurtful, damaging, and gives no hope to the LGBT community. How many times do we have to go over the church's proclamation to the world that is a reminder to all LGBT that they don't fit this mold and their plan for happiness is to remain celibate or enter a mixed orientation marriage if they want exaltation? The speaker reminded us what's important to God is that we remain temple worthy and that all things will be fixed in the after life. Really? I subscribe to the most important thing is God wants these youth to be loved, understood, accepted, cared for, and not hear from the pulpit how we don't fit in. How it would be easier to just not go on with a life when the community my family is a part of wants me to be alone my whole life like there's something wrong with me. I believe this life is for them to experience joy and happiness, not to endure it miserably only to be 'fixed' in the next life. 

I'm reading Rough Stone Rolling right now about Joseph Smith and a couple excerpts have struck me. The first two quotes made me think about the proclamation and how this peculiar creed is limiting the church and its membership inside a box to believe anything outside of what has become known as 'traditional marriage.' 

"The most prominent point of difference in sentiment between the Latter Day Saints & sectarians," a clerk later recorded him saying, "was, that the latter were all circumscribed by some peculiar creed, which deprived its members the privilege of believing any thing not contained therein; whereas the L.D. Saints had no creed, but are ready to believe all true principles that exist, as they are made manifest from time to time." Creeds fixed limits. They seemed to say "thus far and no further," while for Joseph the way was always open to additional truth: "The creeds set up stakes, & say hitherto shalt thou come, & no further. - which I cannot subscribe to." He wanted the door left ajar for truth from every source.

Joseph once said that Methodists "have creeds which a man must believe or be kicked out of their church. I want the liberty to believe as I please, it feels so good not to be tramelled."

This next quote made me think how the LGBT community is the minority today looking for some acceptance and rights, whereas the Mormons endured it in their infancy. 

'The Mormon presence in Jackson County, as in every other county they occupied during the next fifteen years, tested democracy. The Mormon case illustrated an underlying democratic dilemma: can a majority, in defense of the public good as they see it, strip a minority of its rights? The Jackson County citizens believed their procedures were democracy in action. The citizens came together to prevent a social and political disaster of alarming proportions; in their view, they acted purely in self-defense. But for Mormons, Jackson County democracy meant repression and expulsion. Under the terms of the agreement, Mormons could not vote, could not own property, could not print a newspaper, and could not work in the county.'

Today, the majority of Mormons believe the leadership is right in their procedures in defense of their creed that declares the family has to conform to this 'traditional marriage' model. Never mind that this hasn't been the model even in the Mormon history with polygamy, and even today I could be a polygamist if my wife dies and I marry another woman in the temple. Is that 'traditional marriage'? Isn't it ironic that in the short history of our own faith that practiced(s) something so non-traditional as polygamy is now preaching and participating politically to advocate that 'traditional marriage' is the only way? 

I believe church should be a place welcome for all to come and worship God and our Savior. It's not a place where I want to hear about how my gay son can only be exalted if he lives according to this creed. I would like to hear more about Christ and his teachings. Fortunately for the second two hours of church I'm in nursery with Christy playing with little kids so I don't hear any further lessons on how our family and my son doesn't fit the plan. I have always loved little kids. They are sweet and innocent. They are meek and mild (some not so mild, but so fun all the same). They laugh and smile and giggle. They love without judging. And that's all the lesson I need on a Sunday.

Another Post?!

Only one week and another blog post. Uh oh, this might become a habit.

All is well in Searledom. We just returned a couple weeks ago from a trip to Walt Disney World where I had a turf industry conference. Good times were had by all. I was surprised at how busy it was during one of their slower weeks of the year. The kids enjoyed it and we wore ourselves out. We continue to deal with the aftermath of Adam's accident that happened on the Friday before we left. A lady backing out of her driveway two houses down from ours hit Adam as he and Zach were on their way to school. She had a car obstructing her view in her driveway as well as a palm tree behind it and I thought it was pretty clear cut that Adam had the right of way but apparently if you're a police officer in Manteca California it's easier to blame the sixteen year old that he had sun in his eyes and didn't stop when she backed out. It makes no sense, so we'll likely end up in some legal battle in small claims court over who was at fault. Yippee Joy Hooray! When I was younger I had dreams of being an attorney, so I guess this is my opportunity to try it out.

On the farm we're getting ready to do our spring planting. We're just starting to work the ground after the rain from last week. We're hoping and praying we still get more rain this spring, but it looks like we have a couple week window of sunny weather that will let us get our planting done. 

Thank you for the positive response to my last post. We are appreciative of those offering their love and support. I know for many of our friends and family it's new territory, unfamiliar, maybe unsure of what to do or say. We understand this and are just thankful for those offering their love in whatever manner they feel comfortable. I think for many, they've never considered what it means to be LGBT and the impact it has if you're LDS. Many don't know any LGBT individuals or if they do, not very well and haven't spent much time getting to know them in a deep and personal manner. I spoke with a couple Mormon ecclesiastical leaders that said such things as, 'That kind of sex isn't approved by the brethren and never will be. It's contrary to the plan. What's the big deal if he has to remain celibate? There are others that have to deal with being quadriplegic or other afflictions and can't marry or can't have sex. I knew of someone that was into bestiality and should that be ok? It's just a tendency/choice that has to be overcome. If I'm born a serial killer does that make it ok to go and kill people because I was born that way? How does he know when he's so young? Don't most find out when they're older?' 

I'll share a few of my thoughts about these statements/questions/arguments. 

• It's not all about just the act that you picture in your mind when you think about LGBT people anymore than it's about the act for straight people. These are human beings that have the same wants, desires, dreams, hopes as you do in a relationship. They no more desire to be alone in this world than you do. They no more chose to be gay than you chose to be straight. Consider that these are children of God, not perversions or people obsessed with what you are obsessed with in making it about sex. Their desire is to have a loving relationship with another human being that gives them the fulfillment in life that you enjoy.
• Being LGBT isn't a debilitating disease or an affliction and shouldn't be treated as such. The comparison should be more that if you have a child that's born down syndrome or quadriplegic and you tell them to stop being that way. To live like you don't have it. There's no reason in my mind that a loving Heavenly Father would ask LGBT brothers/sisters to live a less fulfilling life based on a choice they didn't make, especially when they are fully capable of living a fulfilling life with someone they love. Being celibate is no big deal, until you're the one asked to live that way. When you already have a life that fits the mold of the model Mormon family it's hard to have empathy and easy to preach it's your burden so just overcome.
• I don't know how bestiality even is a comparison, and he did preface it by saying this is probably a bad example. I told him yes, that's a terrible example. These are children of God wanting to live a fulfilling life with another human being, just like you.
• Obviously they hadn't seen the LDS website mormonsandgays.org acknowledging this isn't a choice. It's how they were born. Does being born a serial killer make it ok for you to go kill people? That's up to you. I wouldn't advise it, but you can try it out and see. But come on, that's not what this is about. It's about people wanting to love one another, not about people trying to harm others. Their desire and ability to love another has zero impact on you, your marriage, or your religion.
• I knew in elementary school I liked the ladies. We played some game in a sand pit that I remember where a girl was queen and I always wanted to be the king or knight or whatever it was that got me to be close to the queen that I thought was cute. And those feelings/tendencies/choices (whatever you want to term it to best understand) only intensified going into junior high/high school/college. Just like I knew and I believe most knew at a young age, so does Zach and other LGBT youth. I think it's more accepted to be open about it now, so less are waiting so long to live authentically. For more on this I would encourage people to look at the family acceptance project and download their booklet that gives such good information about this and how we can help our LGBT youth. http://familyproject.sfsu.edu/supportivefamiliesbooklet

Take care and until next time!

It's a bit dusty around here

Wow, nothing here for the last 4+ years. That's real dedication I tell you. I guess I took a break from this technology and engaged in Facebook, Twitter, LinkedIn, Instagram, etc. for a time so the digital overload had me giving up on blogging. I have to say I've missed it. I've since given up on Facebook so maybe I can get back to doing a blog every four years or so...hopefully more frequent than that though if you're lucky. I check Christy's FB now though as there are groups, people, and forums there that we find valuable in navigating our journey with a gay son.

What's that? You haven't heard? Yes, we are the proud parents of a gay son. Prior to this I had a passing interest in LGBT issues and the cruelty they have faced. I've always believed in being kind and compassionate to all, but haven't actively been involved in this cause. I'm ashamed my son didn't feel comfortable coming to us as parents and felt he had to hide it. I'm disappointed in my religion's history towards LGBT individuals, specifically that it was once thought of as a choice and could be 'fixed' through reparative therapy, prayer, scripture study, living righteously, faith, fasting etc. Yeah, just like I can be fixed of being straight by doing all of that. Anyway, today they merely acknowledge it's not a choice, but to remain in good standing our good brothers and sisters of the LGBT community must not act on it. They are to remain celibate or enter a mixed orientation marriage. The LDS faith, where it's not good for man or woman to be alone, unless you're LGBT. I hope and pray that one day this will change. Good people are leaving the faith because of the things that are shared from the top down and how this doesn't square with the beliefs and answered prayers of a large portion of the membership, including me. For leaders and members that so confidently say this is an abomination and the doctrine will never change, I would simply ask the question, what if there is a place in the plan for LGBT members outside of celibacy/mixed orientation marriage? If I'm guilty of being too compassionate, too loving, too accepting or too tolerant, so be it. I will gladly accept and face my judgment in making those choices. This by no means makes me feel like I'm not defending my religious freedom as is the popular thing being thrown around on social media.

Back to my son and our little journey. One evening upon looking through his iPod and emails, I found an email that made me thankful we still have Zach in our family. He thanked this individual for his YouTube videos and how they had saved Zach's life. I won't go into the intimate details of the email, but Zach felt he couldn't tell his parents about being gay because of our affiliation and beliefs in Mormon doctrine. As is common among many LGBT youth and knowing you can't fit the mold outlined by the church, there was a feeling of hopelessness, shame, and dislike for himself to the point of thoughts of suicide or self harming.

My immediate response was wow, I've failed miserably as a parent. Not because I have a gay son, but because he felt unable to approach me with this and I haven't helped him to believe in who he is and love himself for the wonderful person he is. I went to him that night and let him know what I had read, and most importantly that I love him no matter what, just the way he is. I hugged him as long as a teenage boy lets his Dad hug him. He cried and let out all those emotions that had been pent up for so long. I can't imagine the burden he had carried for as long as he had known he's gay.

I didn't tell Christy that night. I wanted to wait until the next morning when Zach was gone to school and we could discuss. My journey with the LDS faith, Prop 8, and various other religious topics had gotten me to the point that I was fine having a gay son and I wasn't going to allow my religion to dictate my emotions or response. Christy had a more difficult road, being much more in line and happy to follow without questioning. She can detail her journey if she feels like it, but it was painful for the first while until she found such wonderful people as Carla and Buzz Hoffman, the Montgomery's, and the Abhau's among many others. These people have offered such love and support and I'm eternally grateful to them for helping my wife feel that all is not lost. Along with the Abhau's, Montgomery's, and every other parent that has experienced the joy of this journey, we celebrate this gift of being parents to a gay son!

2010

So, here it is a new year. 2010. Wow, and here's this blog thing that I once wrote on a little more frequently but haven't in quite some time. I know, shame on me. Don't I realize there are millions of adoring fans out there wanting an update?! My apologies fans. This might be the only post for 2010, but if you're lucky I'll post a bit more. Who knows with me? I'm a bit unpredictable. Just ask the wife and kids. Sometimes I'm funner than a barrel of monkeys and other times I'm a grumpy gorilla. And I'm always hairy as a gorilla, so that never changes. We came home from our new year celebration with our friends and I can't quite get myself to sleep, so I thought what better way to get to sleep than write on the blog? Yep, it worked...night and Happy New Year!

Another year older

This blog has been seriously neglected! Well, sorry for the infrequent posting, but it is the LAZI blog, so you know...just fitting the part.

Well, another year older. Christy did a surprise party for me at work on Friday then we went to San Fran for the remainder of the day. It was a short visit to the Exploratorium, then a short visit on the beach, and then had dinner at Rainforest Cafe. For a few pictures you can visit http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=65092&l=1f560&id=688093230 and see our mugs. On Saturday Adam and I helped at a Crab Feed fundraiser for United Way. The scouts were servers and the tips at the end of the meal go towards the scouts' activities for the year. An exciting birthday for one and all.

Too much candy!

The boys had a blast on Halloween. Adam didn't want to dress up this year...but he did want to "help" his brothers trick-or-treat. Whatever. Greg was the designated driver for the trick-or-treaters, while mom stayed home and relaxed with some serious peace and quiet! They came home loaded up.

They love sorting and exchanging their candy...it is a complicated process, but they have it down. Adam is happy as long as he gets all of the butterfingers. No one objects. Overall, it was a fun evening, lots of sugar and lots of smiles, and lots of cavities. We did go to the pumpkin patch earlier in the month, but the pictures are not to be found. So I will describe it for you. There were a lot of pumpkins, a corn maze, a haunted house (which my boys did not appreciated at all), a petting zoo and train rides. The boys had a blast. So that is our Halloween activities in a nutshell. So until next time, whenever that will be!

Labor Day @ Twin Lakes Beach

We made plans to go to Santa Cruz and got ourselves on the road @ 10 AM. Arrived at the beach around 12:30, had our sandwiches, then played all afternoon in the sun. It was a gorgeous day around 80 degrees. We left around 7 PM. I think the boys were happy to have a day relaxing at the beach. I know I was. After four 18 hour days at work last week, I could've used this whole week to relax. But you take what you can get, right?

Weekend fun

Friday night was clean out the garage time. Christy had enough of our mess, so we tackled it and made it look a little better. She's on a cleaning rampage, so us boys are following orders.

We went to Herald day on Saturday morning. It's a small town north of us. The kids were excited to get candy from the parade. Our farm mechanic is involved in their community and told us about it. We were late and missed the pancake breakfast though, darn it. So we had tri-tip sandwiches after the parade. They had mud volleyball tournament as well with 50 teams. They started at 11 am and finished at 9 pm. That would be fun.

We headed out to IKEA where Christy said she needed something for the mud room so kids could hang their backpacks and put their shoes. We found what we needed and the kids had a great time. We had some meatballs too. I love meatballs at IKEA. Zach found a stuffed animal dog that he fell in love with as well.

It was a fun Saturday, and I even watched vantage point with my honey.

Playing in Island Park - Daw Reunion

We had a great time in Island Park at the reunion.  We went to the top of Sawtelle and the kids threw rocks over the side of the mountain. Kids went tubing and I water skied and realized just how old I am.  I golfed five times in six days. That's a record.  And Christy golfed two times in three days...another record. It was a lot of fun having her golf in the annual Bud Daw Memorial Golf Tournament.  We teamed with my bro-in-law Larry Valdez and my sis-in-law Jill Searle.  We managed a respectable 2 under par, good enough for middle of the pack honors. Chisty's Uncle Dennis and his two sons Josh and Jared won with a sick 12 under par...that's gross. We also floated down Big Springs in a canoe with Adam and Zach doing most of the paddling when they weren't out in the water wading. Adam was in big trouble for losing one of his Crocs. We drove home Saturday night and arrived home Sunday morning...11 hours later and a whole lot loonier after a night of driving with little sleep.  At least the kids slept sound. So the kids started school Monday.  That's their pic just before catching the bus. 

Our room in the cabin had a tub with jets. The boys thought that was pretty cool as you can see with all the bubbles.

Aloha

It ended too quick, but we sure enjoyed our time in the sun. Christy said we need to do something like that more often. I agree. It was pretty windy, but I won't complain. The sun felt nice, and we saw some interesting places. Some of the highlights were a visit to pineapple plantation (yummy), hiking, getting Mom and Dad dancing at the Polynesian Cultural Center (happy 50th anniversary), snorkeling, being goofy with my older brother, temple, byu-hawaii (how lucky is Katie), sun, sand, good food, pearl harbor, late night games, golf, and fun. It was a great trip.

I started this post a long time ago, but am just now six months later finishing it. Some kind of procrastinator huh?

The big 5

Luke wanted to go to Chuckee Cheese for his b-day. So we invited a few friends and partied for a little bit. He is excited to be school age and was already packing his backpack with the help of his brother Zachary the night before he turned 5. They didn't quite get that he has to wait until August to actually go to school. You can see he was excited to open his presents, gnawing at one and beating on another. He's quite the expressive and funny kid. The other night he was on his way to use the bathroom waddling and saying "almost there, almost there, almost there." He will often express "phew, that was close" as well. He's famous for cutting it close, sometimes too close.