On the sweetness of Mormon life–
I am waiting to pass the sacrament. Our newest deacon explains to me in whispers why “Rock of Ages” is wrong for an opening hymn.
Bishop calls a young lady up to the stand. We wonder why, and it looks like he does too, because when she gets there he pauses awhile. He tells everyone how well she and her brother and another gal in our ward did in the high school’s production of A Midsummer Night’s Dream (they were Helena and Oberon and Titiana respectively). Really something, he said. Really something, the way they talked so loud even a deaf old plumber like him could hear. He stops, thinks for a bit, and then awards her a Young Women’s medal he’s been holding in his hand.
No youth being available, Bishop gives the youth talk. Its 20 minutes on household finance. The other talks heavily quote Elder Holland’s “None Were With Him.”
Sunday School Teacher asks about Mormons being held to a higher standard. A sister says she’s sick of being held to a higher standard by her neighbors and family and their constant questions and whispers and etc. and etc. just because of the faith. If people don’t like that I’m Mormon, she says, they can stick it. Teacher nods sagely. “Sister, can I refine that thought a bit?”
We talk about Zion. I summarize Nate Oman’s post on the double-mindedness of the Utah saints, which ties much of the lesson’s themes together. The stick-it sister says ‘VISITORS WELCOME is written in metal or stone.” Another recommends sending Elder Holland’s video to friends.