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Brattle Street Elegy: Spiritually Housed

I’m presently a member of the Longfellow Park First Ward and have been here since 2006. I know it’s just a building, but the Longfellow Park Chapel was one of the reasons I knew Boston…

Brattle Street Elegy: My Spiritual Home

I started attending the Longfellow Park chapel in the fall of 1993 as a new student in the University Ward. I didn’t know a soul. I still live in New England today, and this chapel…

Brattle Street Elegy: So Glad, So Sad . . .

I was baptized in that church. I was a member of the University and Longfellow Park I wards. This is such sad news. I am glad to hear everyone is okay. I am sad to…

Brattle Street Elegy: Wonderful Small Things

My mother sent me the link to this blog site and she has posted here as well. Linda Hoffman Kimball and Chris Kimball met in the Longfellow Park building that fell yesterday. I am the…

Brattle Street Elegy: Training Sessions

I remember attending many events in the Cambridge Chapel during my time as a counselor in a bishopric back in the 1960s. This was when Boyd K. Packer was the mission president. He gave us…

Brattle Street Elegy: Falling in Immediate Love

I first visited Longfellow Park in 1994 when I was investigating colleges, and I immediately fell in love . . . in love with the architectural symbolism of the building, like the tiered, round window…

Brattle Street Elegy: Not Your Typical Mormon Space

We drove by the church on the way home today and saw the huge water streams going into the building. The damage will be extensive. I am resolved to work hard to make sure that, when they rebuild on that spot, they go outside the approved architectural plans of the Church to respect the history and the love of that place.

Brattle Street Elegy: Always Sacred

I first arrived in late August 1990. Two weeks earlier, I had undergone a conversion experience that had jolted me from world weary agnosticism to a fervent belief in God and the Restoration. Simultaneously I…

Narnia’s Aslan, Earth’s Darwin, and Heaven’s God

I consider myself an evangelical Christian of the liberal sort, but I have many evangelical Christian relatives, friends, and students who are extremely conservative. Despite mutual respect, it appears that I have little in common with them theologically. My outlook on life and faith leaves me feeling dismayed by what strikes me as their doctrinal and moral rigidity, appalled by their dismissal of the wisdom of other religions, and a little frightened by their willingness to vest absolute authority in an allegedly plain reading of the Bible.