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Theology as Poetry | Adam S. Miller, Rube Goldberg Machines: Essays in Mormon Theology

While in Dallas giving a couple of lectures last June, I met Adam Miller. In response to one of my presentations he asked interesting questions and made statements that made me think. When he learned that I teach at Graduate Theological Union in Berkeley, he asked if I would be interested in reading his book, Rube Goldberg Machines: Essays in Mormon Theology. Who could resist a book with such a title!

Prophetic Glimpses of Mormon Culture: Recent Publications on Patriarchal Blessings | Irene M. Bates and E. Gary Smith, Lost Legacy: The Mormon Office of the Presiding Patriarch; H. Michael Marquardt, ed., Early Patriarchal Blessings of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints; H. Michael Marquardt, ed., Later Patriarchal Blessings of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints; Gary Shepherd and Gordon Shepherd, Binding Heaven and Earth: Patriarchal Blessings in the Prophetic Development of Early Mormonism

With these publications, Gary and Gordon Shepherd and H. Michael Marquardt have contributed immeasurably to the scholarly conversation about Mormon patriarchal blessings. This has been a continuing conversation that intensified in 1996 when Irene M. Bates and E. Gary Smith published their book on the office of Church patriarch. Scholars now have a critical mass of primary and secondary material with which to understand this often overlooked but powerful practice in the LDS Church. Each of these books adds something to the conversation, complicating it in messy, fruitful ways. They illuminate the intersection of the institutional and lived religious levels of Mormonism, an intersection that has been largely unexplored but is receiving increasing scholarly attention. Marquardt’s collection of patriarchal blessings, in particular, enables scholars to examine how, every day, leaders and members created the Mormon faith as a viable and vigorous religious group.

Two-Dog Dose

Jarring bang. Wheels leap up, rattling the heavy load of black piping destined for the oilrig. The truck rolls on. Oblivious to what it left behind.  On the macadam, a coyote. From its sacrum back…

Acute Distress, Intensive Care

Barb’s dying, Carma thinks, and she steadies herself against the chest of drawers as Dan, kneeling beside his sister’s bed, strokes Barb’s face. Barb’s head seems to be rocking slightly on the pillow. Her eyes…

Shade

Only the north slopes grew pines 
above the rocky hillside farm, 
and we sought shelter there in our climbings. 

Evenings in October

It’s the Schubert piece that does it . . .  
tonight you are moved into the dark to come  
where white roots are suddenly remembered,  
growing beautifully out of soil walls of a cellar  
gone half a century . . . white roots  

Not Far Off Trail, Late Summer

Where deep water widens and silks past 
the river island, you move through tall grasses  
downhill riverside, crouch through overhang  
and find yourself beneath a great  
low catalpa, broad leaves 

Crow Games

How high fly the crows? 
Thirty stories up I’ve seen them 
Swimming in currents of air, 
As confident as children in puddles.