The Sweetness of Mormon Life

I was out of town this weekend, so I attended a different ward. Different, and yet so much the same. It was Fast Sunday there.

Klingon sister talked about how she served in the Young Women’s Presidency. You have to appreciate their completely imperative language – “If they say to do wrong, then I saw SHUT UP!!”. Delivered paradoxically sweetly and intensely. Young man testified of the difference between visions using melange and simple prayer. Thark sister testified of the challenges of letting go of the traditions of their fathers, and the blessings that have come that way. There were also some Moties, Greys, Reptilians of some sort, and others I am not familiar with. They guy I sat next to was some kind of cross between a hermit crab, an octopus and a Leatherman multitool. He was entirely encased in armor and looked completely humanoid, Cute little family.

For Sunday School there was a Vulcan and a Ferengi co-teaching. I was disappointed this was the week for the Ferengi. But I was rebuked when this was a powerful lesson that I just could not have never been able to teach. The Lord does not need college degrees to teach with power. This little ugly Ferengi told a story about how his grandfather helped establish the first branch on Ferenginar. He was persecuted and opposed. But he put his entire living on the line and lost it all. But then was able to still create a thriving business selling air conditioning units. This was a powerful testimony to them, that no one could ignore or deny,  to put everything on the line, AND still turn a profit. This branch grew and now the first Stake on Ferenginar is getting big enough to split.

Had a wonderful little conversation after church with two people, Apollo and Star-something, from the tribes of Naphtali and Gad. They were evidently part of a caravan and they were waiting for the rest of the group to catch up.

No matter where you go, the church is still true.