Last week we played a game called 3 Truths and a Lie. Today I will reveal the lie. Drumroll please...
Wait! Before I do, I would like to mention a couple of things:
A) Mother's Day was great. My EC is the best Mom EVER.
B) I thought my Mother's Day post bordered on pure genius, but hardly anybody else did. Hopefully you were all just busy enjoying Mother's Day. (To those that liked it, thank you. Especially Daisie for trying to use it in her sacrament meeting talk - you are my hero.)
C) Here are the statements in review:
1. I was once bitten by a lion in Africa, as my Zulu guide just stood and watched. I survived.
2. I live in Utah. I have survived.
3. I was once trapped in an ancient temple in Bangkok, and rescued by a Buddhist monk. Survived that too.
4. I am not at all famous. If you learned my name, you would not recognize it.
D) Here are the results (Composite of both polls)
47% - Lion
26% - Bangkok
14% - Utah
13% - Famous
86% of you got it wrong... Everybody went with the idea that the crazy stuff must be false. Oops!
I was once bitten by a lion lion Africa. TRUE
I was once trapped in an ancient Buddhist temple. TRUE
I am not famous. TRUE
Which means....DRUMROLL PLEASE!
I don't live in Utah. (Well that was a little anti-climactic, wasn't it?)
You may ask, "Why MMM? Why would you reveal such an important part of your non-identity to the public?" Here's why: Every now and again I get a comment or email that suggests that since I live in Utah, I have a very limited view of the world, the church and its culture - or other such nonsense. This should be especially insulting to the twenty or so people from Utah that do not have a limited world view.
However, I was raised in the "shadows of the everlasting hills". I grew up in Utah, I lived there for almost half my life. But I don't anymore. I have family and friends there, and visit often to see kids at school, go to conference, etc. I LOVE Utah. I have relatives there - my heritage is there. I love the mountains, the snow, the fry sauce, and scones. Utah excels at creating wonderful unhealthy things to eat. I love seeing white steeples dot the landscape, and I love me my Cougars.
But the Church is not just a Utah church, and we need to get better at communicating this to the world. When I am making observations on Mormon culture, it is through MY personal prism of having lived both in and out of Utah. My experiences are different than yours - but don't try and diminish my thoughts by asserting that I would know better if I just got away from the Wasatch Front. That is why I spilled the beans. (A couple of beans)
So, there you go... If you guessed right, congratulations!
Have a great Monday!