Hell in a Hand-basket

Some Sundays I come home from church and I am convinced this is where I'm going.  I was in a good place today. (I thought) Sacrament meeting was great, Sunday School was great, Relief Society I had high hopes for, but it didn't turn out that way.  The lesson was on Julie B. Beck's talk about fulfilling your mission and the teacher focused  on being the "lioness at the doorway".  Our ward has two distinct geographic neighborhoods to it.  Everyone that she quoted and held up as an example was from her neighborhood. Fine whatever, if they are all lionesses in that neighborhood, what does that make the rest of us?  She then continued to hold up her sister-in-law as a great lioness because she baked cookies for her son's Prom date to thank her for wearing a modest dress. I think that's weird. When I was in high school I would have thought that super weird....again fine whatever... She then told another example of her other sister-in-law that lives in California.  Apparently because there were no modest LDS girls in her son's ENTIRE high school she drove 2 hours south to pick up a girl that he had met at youth conference so he could take Her to his Prom; thus this awesome mom is a 'lioness at the gate'.   I am obviously not a lioness at the gate because I wouldn't do either thing as a mom.  In this example I see a mom that said it's ok to judge your entire high school female population as not  modest because none of them are LDS. ? really?   I know I know, surely I don't have the whole story.....But it got me thinking about my own prom dresses and modesty.  Mine were mostly modest, some may have showed a little shoulder, and a little back.  I certainly didn't go dressed as a pioneer but it could have been worse.  One of my cute friends that was head cheerleader, she had a few sassy numbers and she looked freakin hot in them.  She is now currently serving as the young women's president in her ward....so what do you make of that?  This is what I make of it.  My mom was a lioness at the gate because she wasn't freaking out about a little shoulder or a little back showing.  Her trust and relationship meant more than a hard line in the sand about a dress.  I guarantee if she had made it an issue; I would have made it an issue right back; because that's what teenagers do.  The lesson right before RS in Sunday school was on hypocrisy.  We read in the Bible (Mathew 23) where they (scribes and pharisees) had paid their tithes, gave to the poor attended worship services and went regularly to the temple. Jesus (in my words) said great but you missed the boat.  They missed the faith, charity and 'weightier matters'. Jesus says they have 'blinders' on.  I am scared, as in scared to death to navigate the teenage years with my children and I know I will make PLENTY of mistakes. My interpretation of the 'lioness at the door" is this: my mom did a great job with all of us and I pray I will follow her example and be in tune to the 'weightier matters' of my children's lives.