I am tired of women denouncing abuse of the males who are priesthood holders in our church. Something that life has taught me is that the more you emphasize something the deeper the roots of the problem develops.
I have an allegory that I think fits the Priesthood that I used once in an email to a priesthood holder and he liked it. Hopefully you will to.
Dad has a garage full of luxury and amazing cars. Even if I am a girl I can’t help but love those shiny and “WOW” cars.
Now you, priesthood holders, have been giving the right to ride….Dad’ bike. Oh my gosh. It is such a crazy bike full of useful gadgets that makes it even more exciting to use. The problem is that you’re not tall enough to fully reach the pedals or to ride it really safely, but Dad gave you the permission. Someday when you can ride the bike to the perfection you’ll be old and tall enough to get a driving license and Dad will let you (oh yes) drive His cars. Maybe you can even have your own, I don’t know, we’re still too young to really know about how this really goes. Anyway you often get so proud on Dad’s shiny bike, this is an image of how rich and powerful Dad is and this is like a sample of what is in the garage and (sorry) you like to get so cocky about it. You’re just kids. But the point is to learn to ride Dad’s car. If you can’t ride it safely, if your attitude is not safe there are very little chances Dad will let you drive his car or even teach you how to drive it.
The second issue is that sometimes you want to take a little sister on the luggage carrier. You always think you can do it and that you’re big enough and stuff but the truth is that we often end up both in the ditch. Not just once, it happens really often to the point that we eventually learn from your driving how we should drive ourself. So you may hold the handlebars but you get often too caught up in your “riding Dad’s shiny bike” and we get hurt due to own ridiculous pride. Some of us want to help you, some think that we should just let you do all the riding….there are many different attitudes about your poor driving. The problem is that you often forget that Dad is watching how you ride the bike and according to your driving you’ll get the fancy car privilege or not. If you’re not paying attention to our advise when our own safety is at stake how in the world will you listen to Dad’s advise when He teaches you how to drive?
You often forget about it.
But sometimes it is for your own benefit because Dad sees how you’re listening to someone not holding the handlebars and how much humility (and brain) your showing by doing so. You forgot about the ultimate point and focusing only on what matters right at the moment so you don’t fall and so you don’t hurt us. Both attitude are good as long as it enables you to drive better because Dad wants to know when you’re ready to learn how to drive and when you can get the keys.
Then one of us want to add a carrier. Sometimes we think it will help your balance, sometimes we don’t, once again there are many situations and many different results. Drama or fairy tale it is all about riding this bike and listening to what we have to say. We can’t see the road like you do but BECAUSE of it we get a feel of the road that you don’t have (ask a blind person about tactical feelings) and only listening to us is not always the smart idea, it really depends on you and us but basically if something does not work and we’re telling you it does not maybe you could listen to us so we don’t have the feeling that we could handle the bar much better.
See, we have had a feel of the road for much longer than you, it is like a sixth sense to us so we would only need the view and the bar to ride this bike much better than you….or so we think 😛
Please remember we are on the luggage carrier. The sit is not comfortable and we hurt when the bike falls. It is no fun at all.
Someday we’ll get driving lessons from Dad too and maybe we’ll be as stupid as you can be and won’t listen to Him. Or maybe we’ll remember the time spent behind your back. Then we can take turn driving or you can drive and we can give the direction, I don’t know how it will be but right now I am just watching you riding bikes and hearing those little girls screaming they want to hold the handlebars forgetting they are not taller than you and they will also have a hard time reaching the pedals.
I have bad memories of my time in the carrier behind the bike and I don’t like the way I see boys riding bikes around me but it does not mean I want to be in your place.