The Widow’s Mite

On the sweetness of Mormon life.

The young women sing for Easter.  The pianist looks tired.  You heard her saying that she has a recent Parkinson’s diagnosis and came down with a bad sinus headache the day before which made it hard to see the music.  She said she was worried people would criticize her playing; she knew she would not play her best.  She got a blessing before church started.  You think about the widow’s  mite.  To God struggle is beautiful.  She played well, but even if she hadn’t she would have pleased her main audience.

You’ve been telling your kids what a cheap song Gethsemane is.  When the choir sings Gethsemane, you cry.

The words are not what they thought  they were.  You like yours better–

Gethsemane

Jesus is King

So he won the victory

Gethsemane

–you still cry.

You are traveling for work.  You do a Zoom Sunday dinner with your family.