Junior Ganymede
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Priesthood is Power

July 18th, 2016 by G.

On the sweetness of Mormon life.

? Your Stake President is retired FBI. Brethren, he says with fervor, priesthood is power, like a .45 caliber in your hand. 

? Your daughter smiles at you when you show up for evening duty at her young women’s camp in the pines.  Your Stake President is there too.  When the sun sets,  he drives away on a four-wheeler–his wife holding on to him–further up the mountain to the cabin where they live.

? You drive 200 hundred miles to Albuquerque in an un-airconditioned truck. You see your niece sealed to your sister.  You see the tears on your sister’s cheek.  Your brother-in-law is grinning.

? You rush away from the sealing to meet three men from your old ward.  They will help you lift into the truck a concrete bench belonging to your wife, the bench being left at your old place.

When the thing is done, they chew the fat, leaning against the white pipe fence.

? You arrive home in the dark with the bench.  Your wife opens the door and smiles.

 

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July 18th, 2016 08:27:44
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Vader
July 18, 2016

Not worth my own post:

Your bishop has been making announcements in Sacrament Meeting, it being his month to conduct. He starts to sit down, stops, ruefully acknowledges that he almost forgot an item, and calls up a young woman to be advanced to Laurels.

It is his daughter.

You chuckle out loud. At the same time, to your astonishment, your eyes begin to overflow with tears.


John Mansfield
July 18, 2016

That sounds like a first class weekend. The highlights of mine were sending a son off to scout camp and bypassing with a vacuum reservoir made of PVC pipe the leak that caused the E-350’s cool AC to swing to hot defrost mode when climbing hills. I spent Sunday feeling happy about both.


G.
July 18, 2016

@Vader,
I share your chuckle, if not your tears.

@JM,
as well you ought to have.


Vader
July 18, 2016

@G,

The tears really astonished me. I did not think myself capable of empathizing with the pride of my bishop in his daughter that much.

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