Paul Osborne wrote:Certainly there are negative repercussions resulting from bishops impressing upon the minds of young men that masturbation is morally wrong and those who commit it are unfit for the service of God. The boy soon learns that temple worthiness requires him to not touch his private parts for pleasure and that such activity would ruin a temple recommend interview. He also knows that a strict bishop will bar him from the sacrament table. That’s got to add a lot of pressure on any young man that struggles to just want to come to church and participate.
In a major city in the Western half of our country, my daughter lived in a stake that covered the northern half of the city. Over half a million people lived in that stake. My daughter's ward covered the whole stake, because, besides the members who lived within the ward boundaries as written by the church, all of the families who had teenagers in them attended her ward. There were 4 deacons, 3 priests, and a couple of teachers. And that's all of the Aaronic priesthood living within that half a million people. I have no way of knowing if those young men ever masturbated, but the odds are that they did and that they continue to do so even today.
An extraordinary man oversees that ward. He is a man that thinks outside of the conventional box that most wards are trapped in. My SIL is National Guard, and his monthly drill is always on the first weekend of the month, so he never attends F&T meeting. So blessing his baby was a scheduling problem (incidently, the baby's middle name is Harmony). Realizing thi problem, the bishop suggested moving the blessing to a different Sunday to accomodate our SIL's schedule and our family. A small thing, yes, but indicative of his thinking.
We attended her ward when her baby was blessed (a huge event in that ward, made more huge by the influx of my family). Of the 4 deacons, none wore white shirts and only 3 of them had ties; one had hair to his waist. One of the priests had several tattoos and the other had a goatee. Yet the sacrament service that day was very reverent, very meaningful. Here were these young men who were a huge minority in their world, who would not have been allowed to serve us were we in
my more conventional ward... these young men were there because they wanted to be, they were faithful
in that which matters to God, and they performed their service swiftly and efficiently...kinda like they'd done it many times before.
They were examples of what matters to God. The color of a shirt doesn't matter to God; the length of hair does not matter to God. Facial hair and tattoos do not matter to God. The bishop had seen their hearts, and
knew what mattered to God: they were in church, and they performed their priesthood duties well.
God bless those boys. And God continue to bless that bishop with discernment and compassion, for surely he made a difference in the lives of those young men, as they made a difference in the lives of us who were blessed to be in that ward that day. My very conventional husband was mildly critical; I was moved by the simple ceremony more than I have been for years.