A
Mormon Gender Issues survey has been running around Facebook for the
past week. As expected, the survey asks for opinions on giving women
the priesthood.
It
also brings up a number of other potential reforms, ranging from
“Eliminate language that suggests husbands preside over their
wives” to “Appoint women to serve with the Stake High
Council.”
A
number of people have expressed concerns about its methods and the
inherent bias of the questions. I
worry that by focusing only on perceived slights, the survey paints
an inaccurate picture of the experiences of Mormon women.
The
authors want to know if LDS females are “limiting career goals
to conform to cultural expectations,” “not being
consulted about important ward decisions,” or “feeling
left out of baby blessings,” to name a few. However, they
don’t ask about any of the ways in which women are supported in
the Church.
When
Jarret and I first got married, we moved into a family ward a mile
from campus. As a female engineering student, I didn’t fit the
Mormon cultural norm, especially in that area, where most of the
women were immersed in family life.
Because
I was so busy with school, I wasn’t very good about doing my
visiting teaching. Classes, work, and long hours of studying
regularly interfered with my callings. Yet I never felt anything but
love and support from the members of my ward.
After
my daughter was born, I wasn’t jealous that her dad got to give
her a blessing. I was too busy being grateful for all the support we
were getting as new parents. We moved to Alabama for a summer
internship, 1600 miles from home, when I was 34 weeks pregnant. We
weren’t there for long and our needs far outweighed our
contributions to the ward, but the people didn’t care.
When
Emy was born, we got casseroles, visits, and advice. One family
loaned us a bassinet and a bathtub, so we wouldn’t have to
worry about transporting our own stuff back to Utah when the summer
ended. Many women feel isolated right after they move or have a
baby. I did both, at around the same time, but because of the
Church, I had friends. I belonged to a community.
I
am so proud of my fellow Mormons. We "mourn with those who
mourn, and comfort those who stand in need of comfort." We
"bear one another’s burdens," and as a result, they
are light. We laugh, learn and love together.
We
are all different, but that doesn’t matter. We encourage each
other to follow our dreams and be our best selves.
Rather
than limiting my potential, my membership in this church has helped
me achieve my goals. I would not have finished college without the
help I got from members of my ward.
I
know several women who are working outside the home, while they have
young children. They are not are “limiting career goals to
conform to cultural expectations.” In fact, they often receive
babysitting service from members of their ward. This enables them to
succeed in their chosen careers.
Rather
than holding them back, the LDS community and its culture of service
is helping these women succeed.
Now,
our culture has its faults, just like any other. It is crucial to
periodically examine our own lives. If we aren’t careful, we
can end up passing along teachings, rumors or actions that do not
actually align with the gospel of Jesus Christ.
As
I’ve already
mentioned in a previous column,
we need to be particularly careful about what we teach the youth.
That being said, minor issues are generally overshadowed by all the
good things members do for each other.
Women
from all walks of life can find companionship and a sense of
belonging in Relief Society. In this organization, as well as other
auxiliaries, women devote their time and skills to serving in the
Church. We are included in many leadership and service roles. The
Church would not run so smoothly without women’s contributions.
As
the Mormon Gender Issues Survey brings up, men and women have
different roles within the Church. I have thought, studied and
prayed about this issue. I could enumerate arguments here, but I
wouldn’t change any minds. People who agree with me would
continue to agree. People who disagree would pick apart every point
and use my alleged logical fallacies to hold even tighter to their
opinions.
Instead,
let me say this: If you are a member of the LDS Church and you don’t
know how you feel about women’s place in the Church, pray about
it. Be humble and open to the answer. Heavenly Father will answer
your questions infinitely better than I can.
Although
a conversation about gender issues in the LDS community can be
enlightening, I feel that the narrative readily shifts to a negative
perspective. The conversation becomes a forum for griping about
every perceived slight.
Instead, I want to talk
about the fact that this gospel changes lives. In some cases, it
saves lives. I have gained so much from my membership in the Church.
My testimony has sustained me through some very dark times. It is
not something I am willing to abandon because women aren’t
given the Priesthood.
When Sydney Van Dyke was five years old, she wanted to be an inventor like her grandfather. She grew up surrounded by engineers and decided that was what she wanted to be as well.
She went to Utah State University to earn her BS in Biological Engineering. While there, she met and married fellow engineering student Jarret Bone. They are the proud parents of Emelia Rose, born the summer before they finished their senior year of school.
Sydney Bone is now adjusting to the change of pace that comes with being a stay-at-home mom. She loves having time for her family, with some leftover to explore the things she loves to do.
Sydney still wants to be like her grandfather, but she is now focused on emulating his kindness and generosity, rather than his impressive professional qualifications.
Sydney is currently serving as a gospel doctrine teacher in her home ward.