Yesterday in class, someone announced that one of our (Mormon) classmates needed help moving. The classmate needed help moving beyond just the fact that he was moving, so I felt moved to help him move.* I showed up this morning at his apartment, and I was only a little surprised to see that I was the only non-Mormon around. What did surprise me, however, was that every single Mormon currently enjoying PC was there.
Spending five hours with these guys provided an interesting comparison to the Baptists I grew up around. First (and maybe just because I was there), they didn't complain. They rolled their sleeves up, picked up stuff, and took it to (and from) the U-Haul truck. Second, although Mormons have a pretty strict behavioral code, they didn't act as if they can't do those things; they acted as if they don't do those things. Finally, while these guys clearly know each other, I don't see them hanging out with each other all over the law school. I mean to say that they're not a tight social clique. They weren't helping him move because that's what friends do for each other; they were helping him move because that's what families do for each other. That sounds cheesy, but they interacted more like cousins than like a tight social clique.
Regardless of whatever doctrinal disagreements we may have, I'd say that Mormons are way ahead of Baptists in the family-of-God department.
*Every once in a while it's good to have a sentence that is the model of clarity.