It sure is a bit funny to read about ourselves and our peculiar language that we are so used to, we just take it for granted at times, don't we.I think there might be more then just language to what we have grown up with, like having lemonade with a slice of cake.Totally foreign to my relatives, who are used to their cup of coffee with an afternoon treat like that. That just caught me by surprise one day.
Regina FaresinJune 18, 2013
Help! What is: PEC, BYC, PPI, BSA and SME!?! What about GA / General Authority? Regional Representative? Even the word: tract, was foreign to me in English. Each language will have it's foreign words and abbreviations, too, like meeting house here in Italy: casa di riunione, then: RE and others...
We can ask for the gift of interpretation;-)
Layne WestoverJune 18, 2013
As a child born and raised LDS, I had the same problem learning what these words meant while growing up. I remember also having problems with "baby showers" an "wedding showers" as well. A fireside? A Stake dinner? Same issues. It takes a long time to learn, even if you were born into it.
Rebecca KennedyJune 18, 2013
This was my list. I remember the first time being invited to a fireside with the missionaries and wondering the whole time where the fire was.
JeffreyJune 18, 2013
Thanks for the great reminder of how unique our culture is to many. Here's a humorous ditty I ran across about some of our unique acronymns:
My son's a CTR.
I go to PEC.
I read for CES.
I study the TG.
I read the B of M.
I probe the D&C.
I search the KJV.
I ponder the JST.
Today in BYC,
We planned for EFY.
I stayed a little after
and had a PPI.
The YM and YW
are putting on a play,
It's one that I remember
we did in MIA.
Before our oldest son
went in the MTC,
He helped the BSA
complete their SME.
Soon our oldest daughter
is heading for the Y.
Soon our oldest clothing
is going to DI.
Now, if you've understood
this alphabetic mess,
The chances are quite good....
that you are LDS!
Jane TurvavilleJune 18, 2013
this is so true. Years ago when investigating the church, our sweet yung missionaries invited us to the Stake Center to be at the Stake meeting. I honestly thought they were referring to eating out at a steak house. there were other blips on the screen as we became members, i.e., MIA=missing in action? There were others, but we continued and are so grateful to be able to learn a new language!
Teresa DavisJune 18, 2013
I'm a convert, too , she's right about the language. She can add Branch to the list, as in Beijing 1st Branch.
BarbaraJune 18, 2013
My parents joined the Church. My father was 75 yrs & my mother 68 yrs. When speaking to his bishop, my father said, Bishop Rick. This went on for quite some time & the bishop finally corrected my father, that his name was John. My father was confused because he always heard bishopric.
When the missionaries invited my husband & I to church, they said we would be attending the "investigator's" class. This was back in the 1960s. I refused to attend that class, I told the missionaries I didn't want to be investigated.
We lived in the midwest. A new stake "house" chapel was proposed in a very affluent neighborhood. The local community took a petition of signatures to the city council to protest having a restaurant built in their neighborhood...Steak House!
It's true, we have our own language!
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Heidi MisfeldtJuly 3, 2013
It sure is a bit funny to read about ourselves and our peculiar language that we are so used to, we just take it for granted at times, don't we.I think there might be more then just language to what we have grown up with, like having lemonade with a slice of cake.Totally foreign to my relatives, who are used to their cup of coffee with an afternoon treat like that. That just caught me by surprise one day.
Regina FaresinJune 18, 2013
Help! What is: PEC, BYC, PPI, BSA and SME!?! What about GA / General Authority? Regional Representative? Even the word: tract, was foreign to me in English. Each language will have it's foreign words and abbreviations, too, like meeting house here in Italy: casa di riunione, then: RE and others... We can ask for the gift of interpretation;-)
Layne WestoverJune 18, 2013
As a child born and raised LDS, I had the same problem learning what these words meant while growing up. I remember also having problems with "baby showers" an "wedding showers" as well. A fireside? A Stake dinner? Same issues. It takes a long time to learn, even if you were born into it.
Rebecca KennedyJune 18, 2013
This was my list. I remember the first time being invited to a fireside with the missionaries and wondering the whole time where the fire was.
JeffreyJune 18, 2013
Thanks for the great reminder of how unique our culture is to many. Here's a humorous ditty I ran across about some of our unique acronymns: My son's a CTR. I go to PEC. I read for CES. I study the TG. I read the B of M. I probe the D&C. I search the KJV. I ponder the JST. Today in BYC, We planned for EFY. I stayed a little after and had a PPI. The YM and YW are putting on a play, It's one that I remember we did in MIA. Before our oldest son went in the MTC, He helped the BSA complete their SME. Soon our oldest daughter is heading for the Y. Soon our oldest clothing is going to DI. Now, if you've understood this alphabetic mess, The chances are quite good.... that you are LDS!
Jane TurvavilleJune 18, 2013
this is so true. Years ago when investigating the church, our sweet yung missionaries invited us to the Stake Center to be at the Stake meeting. I honestly thought they were referring to eating out at a steak house. there were other blips on the screen as we became members, i.e., MIA=missing in action? There were others, but we continued and are so grateful to be able to learn a new language!
Teresa DavisJune 18, 2013
I'm a convert, too, she's right about the language. She can add Branch to the list, as in Beijing 1st Branch.
BarbaraJune 18, 2013
My parents joined the Church. My father was 75 yrs & my mother 68 yrs. When speaking to his bishop, my father said, Bishop Rick. This went on for quite some time & the bishop finally corrected my father, that his name was John. My father was confused because he always heard bishopric. When the missionaries invited my husband & I to church, they said we would be attending the "investigator's" class. This was back in the 1960s. I refused to attend that class, I told the missionaries I didn't want to be investigated. We lived in the midwest. A new stake "house" chapel was proposed in a very affluent neighborhood. The local community took a petition of signatures to the city council to protest having a restaurant built in their neighborhood...Steak House! It's true, we have our own language!
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