Snow on the Mountains, A Sunday in Spring

On the sweetness of Mormon life.

Testimony meeting. You listen. Jackson Pollock meets Seinfeld, you think–splattery words about nothing make you long for a travelogue.

Then. A little girl bears her testimony about Brother Moyle. He walked 20 miles to the temple, she says. She guesses he couldn’t get a cab.

Palm Sunday, you think. Out of the mouth of babes, you think. You think–for Brother Moyle thy name, o Jesus, be forever blest.

More testimony. The dead, marriage, friends, loss, Calvary, please God, I miss my dad, please God, my kids.

Outside. in the cadence of spring and snow, the mountains bear witness to the power of God.