I have a complicated relationship with the sun. We love sun symbolism in the gospel. The celestial kingdom, our highest goal, is always drawn with a sun. Nauvoo sunstones are prized. I love sunrises, sunsets, light and all its symbolism. But as a middle-aged redhead reckoning with the legacy of California childhood sunburns, I am a heliophobe. I seek shade at all costs with my SPF 100+, hat, and long sleeves. My annual dermatology visits are stressful, since each time they burn or freeze or cut or biopsy different parts of my skin. There is sunshine in my soul today, but singing that chorus repeatedly does not make me want…