What they don’t Know

I have a new calling for the church – Compassionate Service Assistant. Today was my first time serving my calling – providing a luncheon for the family at the funeral. It ended up being most of the day for prep work, serving and clean up but we did have some free time, and I got to learn more about the sisters I now work with. As the day progressed, the ladies began to joke that I was still the newbie and needed to be corrupted.

They have no idea who they are dealing with! lol, But they did learn that I am OCD, as I keep trying to make everything match or even on the tables.

Think How

Lately, my family has been dealing with a problem that concerns the concepts of how we accept and perceive others. The world’s current view is that we must tolerate all and if we don’t then we are considered intolerant and disrespectful. Our own beliefs and principles do not seem to count, in fact having a mind of our own are looked down upon. We should all think one way, act accordingly and get along.

While I do agree we should all get along, I don’t expect anyone to think like me, and unless they are planning to give me a lobotomy, I don’t see how I’m going to think the way they want me to.

So-Called Marriage

There has been a lot of debate on the sanctity of marriage lately, and in our conversations, we were discussing just how far society would let it go. If one state – which I will not acknowledge – will still allow daughters to marry their fathers what is to keep people from tying the knot with their pets.

Dirk: But my cat loves me, and I love him. We can’t live without each other.
Me: You know the problem with that, no true cat lover has one cat.
Dirk: So polygamy?
Me: No, purr-lygamy.

Freedom

As an American, I have many freedoms that have influenced my life. It was the freedom of love that brought my parents together and the freedom of religion that allowed them to become members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. Because of those rights, I was sealed to my parents at the age of five and have the privilege of retaining those sacred memories. It was the freedom of choice that allowed them to move from California to Utah and the right to equal opportunity for all which enabled us to have comfortable shelter, food, and jobs.

Keep in mind that comfort is not always convenience as I was raised with no plumbing and an outhouse for eight years while living in a two car garage. Well, it was more of a carport.

The small community I grew up in had no gas pumps, schools or grocery stores. All luxuries were obtained in town, down a narrow two lane river road through a winding red canyon. River Road – meaning black ice in the winter, flooding over after spring thaws, dysfunctional tourist and spandex speed bumps throughout the summer.

It was an adventure, and it all made me feel close to the early explorers and settlers that built this great nation. Sometimes I would feel a little like a savage in the summers when other countries would invade the small town of Moab, but I learned to share what this land has to offer. Becoming grateful for what God had blessed me with and proud in this nation’s beautiful scenic majesties.

America is a land filled with many possibilities – Faith, Divine Nature, Individual Worth, Knowledge, Choice & Accountability, Good Works, Integrity, and Virtue. Because I followed those possibilities, I am here today.

If I could impress upon you anything today, it would be – Be Appreciative.

We have a great nation with so many freedoms and choices that sometimes we mistake as an entitlement. Remember that our ancestors fought both for our real freedom as well as our religious rights and we must fight too. The oppression is not the same but is ever present.  I bow my head in acknowledgment to the trails that have been and are yet to come – they have made me who I am.  If I can live through these next trials, then I will become a better person for it.