“How did your deprogramming happen?”
A fascinating question posed by an old acquaintance of mine on Facebook that gave me an entire day’s pause. What exactly were the catalysts that lead to my exodus from the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints?
More precisely, the phrase “deprogramming” accurately describes the “programming” process by which members of this organization from a young age are taught to believe one narrative — only to grow up and realize the truth is more complicated. …
A friend of mine stopped by the other day during a personal Spiderman trilogy screening — the original Tobey Maguire Spiderman series from the early aughts, not the random Andrew Garfield renditions or the recent Tom Holland reincarnations. Yet in comparison, I find it fascinating Marvel Studios chose to forgo the oft-repeated origin story of the web-slinger in their version, assuming that most fans already have the gist of it.
This concept of familiar origins matches my feelings in expressing my faith transition out of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints — it’s a well-worn path I am…
Dear members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints:
Given the current political environment, for the sake of progress and in the same spirit of questioning that built your religion, I have a simple inquiry — who is the singular, signature figure of your church?
If its Jesus Christ, keep in mind He is the same for many other Christian sects and churches.
If its Joseph Smith, keep in mind he is the same for many offshoots and sects of the Church he founded.
That leaves Brigham Young — church prophet, territorial governor and namesake of many Church-owned…
Hello, I am a member: of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. And in some ways I am not.
As a human being (coincidentally one named Jeremy Daniel Pettersson) who longs for belonging, I find that the members of my local congregation of Latter-day Saint, especially my bishop — a remarkable ecclesiastical leader who has done so much emotional and spiritual work for my family — more than adequately fulfills that longing. They are my community, my people, and many of them I call friends.
But here on the cusp of 2020, a general term for perfect vision…
Hello, my name is Jeremy Daniel Pettersson.
My given first name is Jeremy. Not Jeremiah, directly, but certainly a derivative of it — very Hebrew, very Biblical. My given middle name is Daniel, which is likewise very Hebrew, very Biblical. My given last name is Pettersson, which is literally “son of Peter”, which again, very Hebrew, very Biblical.
In America at least, our names are very indicative of the culture we’re born into; my Pettersson line being a Swedish-English clan of Latter-day Saints — members of the Church of Jesus Christ of… well, Latter-day Saints. Otherwise known as Mormons, they…
HIM stands for the name of a series of essays I’m writing titled: “Hello, It’s Me!”
Hello, my name is Jeremy and I’m a human being.
At least, that’s how I identify myself. Others, however (and I’m not naming anyone in particular, but they’re out there) might look at me and say, “You’re also a privileged white cis-male” to which I’d reply:
“Hey — isn’t that a rather racist, sexist and overall prejudiced way to describe me — as if those things make up the majority of my identity?”
I mean, I’m a creature of circumstance — I didn’t choose…
WARNING: THE FOLLOWING IS AN IRREVERENT, OPEN LETTER TO MCU CHIEF KEVIN FEIGE, AND CONTAINS SO MANY SPOILERS IT IS NOT FUNNY. OKAY, IT TRIES TO BE FUNNY, BUT THAT’S NOT THE POINT.
THE POINT IS, IF YOU HAVE NOT SEEN AVENGERS: ENDGAME, DON’T READ THIS.
OR BETTER YET, GO SEE IT AND THEN READ THIS — IT’LL BLOW YOUR MCU MIND!
Listen up, Kevin Feige!
Like many other MCU fanatics, I was so caught up in the climatic, battle royale slash hero reunion at the finale of Avengers: Endgame that I missed many plausible anachronisms — characters who in…
Human being, former Mormon, decent person, villainous activist and short order chef.