CONTINUED FROM PREVIOUS PAGEOnly miles away, another young girl sits quietly in the back of her car as her parents drive her to the clinic. A child should not raise another child. It would be irresponsible and reckless and unfair to society and others for her to keep the child. This is morality, she is taught.
And across the continent once more, six year old Noah is also told to go gather the dishes after a meal of spaghetti and garlic toast. He does as he is told, after which his mother sits him down. “Tonight let’s talk about Heavenly Father and families,” she says.
He sits at the table, head on his hands, listening as she tells him what families have to do to live together forever. “The only way is to be sealed together in the temple,” she says. “If you’re not sealed in the temple, you can’t be together after you die.”
She then asks what Noah needs to do to always make sure he will be allowed into the temple. “Don’t lie and don’t steal and stuff,” he says. She tells him that’s right and explains that when he’s older, he’ll have a special card from a man in the church that tells him whether he’s good enough to go inside. He should always live in such a way that he will get that card.
They talk more about stealing, and lying, and living with someone before marriage, and drinking, and smoking, and other bad things. He learns why it should not only be his want, but his desire, to live worthy of the temple so that he is not separated from his family. He learns what morality is from his mother.
Two days later his father picks him up and takes him home. Noah has been thinking about his mother’s lessons about the temple and about morality.
“Dad, why couldn’t Aunt Tobi go into the temple?” he asks on the way home. “Why’d she have to sit with all the kids when my sister got married?”
His father, Dan, looks at him unsure of how to answer. While he thinks about it, Noah asks another question. “Dad, why can’t you go in the temple? Does that mean you’re bad and do bad stuff? Because Mom’s church said that’s why you can’t go in.”
“Do you believe I’m a bad person?”
Noah laughs. “No! I know you’re good, Dad.”
“Do you believe Aunt Tobi is a good person?”
He laughs again thinking it’s a silly question. “Of course she’s a good person. I already know she’s a good person.”
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