The Golden Words of God
On the sweetness of Mormon life.
Imagine that you have a small TV next to a window. Out the window at your white fence bright Mexican sunflowers sway. Further beyond them silently agitated elm-tops. Beyond them all the gray sky, neither near nor far.
Imagine that you are in a loveseat, with your arm around your wife. Your son nurses at her breast. Your other arm is around a daughter squeezed in on the other side. A daughter is on your lap. A daughter is squeezed in next to your wife.
Imagine that you are watching LDS General Conference on the TV. You have an upwelling conviction that the words you are hearing are the words of God.
Imagine that family and landscape and prophetic preaching combine into a remote vast happiness.
Imagine that for one brief moment heaven’s view dulls the pain of days.
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Vader
October 4, 2011
I like your imagine better than I like John Lennon’s imagine.
John Mansfield
October 4, 2011
Imagine also if you will a walk-out basement two time zones to the east. The first day rained lightly, steadily, and thoroughly, but on this second day the clouds have lifted a bit. Two teenage sons are sprawled on the floor, and another is sharpening his knives as he listens and carves on some thin sections of a holly bush he cut down for you last year. The loveseat is occupied not by you and your wife, but by your wife’s parents. Their home is two thousand miles away, but they haven’t been there in over a year. Instead, in a surprise to everyone, they were assigned to be full-time missionaries in your stake, and you have them in your home once of twice a month for the only time since your wife married you. Your wife sits on a dining chair with your little girl on her lap. Near her are the newest members of our ward, a woman and her son who were baptized hours ago. A couple boys who are too young for the full period are playing in their room down the hall. The internet Conference feed has video glitches, but the audio comes through steady, and you think of the handful of talks that were calls for particular action from you and drink in the rest like waters that cover the sea.
Adam Greenwood
October 4, 2011
That is the true quill.