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Steve, here, thinking about etymology: ‘Cult’ and ‘Cult-ure’
Wiki defines culture as “An integrated pattern of human knowledge, belief, and behavior that depends upon the capacity for symbolic thought and social learning . . or “a set of shared attitudes, values, goals, and practices that characterize a group.” These things have been much on my mind recently.

Last year we moved part-time to St. George, Utah; nominally a Mormon (LDS) community. Awhile ago, Elizabeth and I heard a term suggesting two types of Mormons: “Mormals” and Mormons. The “Mormals” were Mormons who related to the rest of us in normative ways: for example, they talk openly with everyone and go to many social functions besides their own.

In St. George, there’s been an influx of wealthy “gentiles” from across the country, substantially diluting the dominant Mormon majority. Now there seem to be pockets of Mormons, Mormals and the rest of us (whose faith, or lack thereof, doesn’t seem relevant).

When you travel perhaps 35 miles to Hildale/Colorado City, (a twin-town that straddles the Utah-Arizona line, the bastion of the FLDS church), you find it is virtually impossible for a non-FLDS to find work or become included socially without becoming FLDS. They live together under one concrete, socially intertwined set of beliefs and rules established by one leader. Outsiders are not welcome or comfortable, and are regarded with suspicion. For example, because they believe in plural marriage, there are a number of “lost boys” who cannot marry. They live on the margins in their community, which also has the world’s highest incidence of mental retardation. I believe this is not only genetic, but also fostered by their sequestered group and highly censored communication with the ‘outside’ world. But I expect there are “lost boys” in other cults.

In St. George, my wife doesn’t seem as affected as others are by the aloofness characteristic of many Mormons. She is just as happy participating with them musically or socially whenever she is invited into their wards; however, with the FLDS, I think even she would have a hard time.

When a culture (like the Mormons), through a family dynamic perhaps, becomes ‘cultified’i.e. damaged by the psychological powers that dominate that family, the larger culture of Mormonism begins to morph into a cult. They become suspicious of those not in their family group and wall off cross-cultural input. This isn’t new and is described by many who are more educated than I.

Partly I pursue this because in my own family, my father was more a ‘cult-Mormon’ and my mother was “Mormal”, one who lives with doubt. When my brothers and I entered adolescence, our minds opened, and the threats began. Doors closed and the windows were boarded to seal off the outside from a threat which was inside. Our minds were at their most open, our thinking most fluid. To my father the threat was the devil in the culture: my non-Mormon friends, the school’s teachers, the library. Ironically, in my case, it was as a missionary for the Mormon church to England that led to a weakening of my cult-mentality. Although we were told by those holding the highest authority that we were “sent to teach, NOT to be taught”, I had the good fortune of serving under Marion D. Hanks, a Mormon leader who preached from Shakespeare and Wordsworth more convincingly than from the Book of Mormon.

My dearest friends from “other” cultures, both in my family and outside it, could only hope and wait to see whether I would grow beyond my cult-boundaries, knowing I might then be able to use an evolving, more encompassing culture which offered more real kinship with the family of humanity. Now I watch the church, waiting to see what direction it will take in today’s increasingly polarized American culture. I see signs of hope and will end with one such sign, a quote from the recent LDS General Conference. “Wise parents must weigh when children are ready to begin exercising their own agency in a particular area of their lives … if parents hold on to all decision-making power and see it as their ‘right,’ they severely limit the growth and development of their children.”
Elder Larry Y. Wilson

I hope they are listening.

I love a spontaneous Work Party–even love the words work and party, juxtaposed. I admit it gives me a thrill when I witness or am part of a group that forms in response to an emergent problem, as opposed to the well-thought-out approach, with the benefit of heads-up planning. The spontaneous Work Party that I find delicious is organized by a few people who round up the troops and aim to “git’ er done”–because they know they simply cannot do it alone.

Of course there are more qualified organizations and leaders among us who could better address the successful formation of organized WORK PARTIES for any number of problems (consider the Red Cross, or the Mormon Church, for instance and their response to Katrina). This entry is not about Big Organized Entities; I am talking about the work parties which are hands on, in the moment and create community.

The paradox about work is that, without it, there is little meaning in life. The “party” that follows work would not be nearly as much fun without having first done the work itself. And while the maxim goes, “all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy”, the reality is much closer to, “all partying and no work makes a VERY DULL LIFE.”

A fine Work Party requires minimally two things, both of which were present on our block last garbage day:

1. A Problem
2. Multiple People Who Are Willing To Give Up Their Time Toward Solving It

To set the scene: The wind was BLOWING: 60mph gusts.
One neighbor man saw the problem first: our mutual neighbor’s GARBAGE was blowing everywhere! HE PICKED UP THE WORST OF IT. (Thank you, Mr. D!)

Then another neighbor woman saw the same problem recurring and talked with the man about it and they knocked on the door of the neighbor whose garbage was decorating the block with unmentionables. When the knock was answered, A WORK PARTY WAS BORN: inside that home were enough teenage boys to fill a large van, all geared up to go swimming! Now… HOW to motivate them…

“Is motivating a group of teen aged boys anything like herding wild stallions?” you might ask. Yes, it is. But once you do, they GIT ER DONE!

On this wicked blowing wind garbage Monday, there were Runners, Relayers, Communicators, Sweepers, Garbage Picker-Uppers and Garbage Runner-Afterers.

Sure, there may have been a couple Lazy Bones(es) and Avoiders–those who stayed indoors–but even these young men play a role in the drama and advance the plot by bringing home “the moral of the story”: YOU MISS OUT when you miss a WORK PARTY.

Whilst the garbage man was en route, Big Brainy Leadership was brought ONLINE and Work Party resources were mustered: floppy receptacle lids were secured, gaping bags were tied, receptacles were righted, or laid down, as wind direction dictated.

EVERY young man who heeded the call did EVERYTHING asked of him. Some some ran after the garbage truck to see if he would make a second pass. One young Mensch even swept broken rocks off the street when he was asked!

When the last receptacle had been emptied by the diligent sanitation worker, hands were shaken, pictures and videos were taken, and leaders exchanged names and contact information. (It was discovered that both hold bachelors degrees in sociology. Wha’d'ya know!)

It was a good day, albeit windy, but then again, what’s a Work Party for, if not a windy garbage day with plastic bins?

Work! Party! Work! Party!
What life in the neighborhood is all about.
Here is one pic (with the heads cropped out, necessitated by the absence of permissions from parental units of minors).

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