Testimonies of Ink

On the sweetness of Mormon life.

Bishop inviting they young men to move from the back to the empty front rows at priesthood opening exercises led naturally to the observation that he didn’t spit, or at least that when he did his mustache caught it, which led naturally to mentioning his testimony at a bishops’ retreat recently, during the bearing of which he had unawares had a big black ink spot under his lip, which led naturally (I don’t recall how) to the music he’d heard at a restaurant and urging us not to neglect the old time songs.

In the chapel he’d read a letter from the Stake President to the congregation, urging those of us suffering from H1N1 to stay home till the virus was past. This meant, Bishop, elaborated, that we were to stay home while we ourselves were suffering from the virus, and that’s all. No 3-5 year weekend hunting trips.

Never fear.