Sunday School Lessons

When I was growing up, Sunday was always a special day.  Dinner was always pot roast with potatoes and carrots and either a green salad, red jello with bananas and whipped cream, or cottage cheese with fruit cocktail in it.  When mom invites us over to dinner on Sunday and asks what we want we insist that this is the only thing she can cook on Sunday.  All of us had special Sunday clothes that could only be worn on Sunday or to a wedding or funeral.  Fancy dresses, Sunday shoes, and even socks were reserved for the best day of the week. Sunday best is becoming a phrase that too many people don't understand but it was ingrained into my soul so much that I can't wear casual dress to church.  I especially can't stand to have bare legs-I feel naked.  I have to wear pantyhose, tights, or stockings.  I know so many of the younger generation think it's old fashioned or uncomfortable but I think it shows respect for a sacred day of worship.  Looking your best for the Lord is something that was expected of me growing up and I feel less respectful and worshipful when I don't look my best.  Just my humble opinion.

Sunday School Lessons

I spent a wonderful Sunday in my own ward for conference.  We have the best people in our ward.  I am also very grateful to be home safely from Boise.  Maria and I had a great time until I ran out of gas on the freeway in the middle of nowhere.  It had to be one of the most humiliating moments in my life.  I never run out of gas.  I guess we were so excited about all the cool things we saw at the Miche Bag meeting that I didn't even think about filling up.  After sitting in the car and laughing for a few minutes, I used my cell phone to google towing companies in Rupert and was able to call a very nice man who came out and brought gasoline to us, for a price of course.  Just a note, try not to get stranded in the middle of nowhere, it's very expensive.  And time consuming.  And inconvenient.  But I loved Maria's outlook.  She explained that it could have been a lot worse.  It could have been at night, in a snow storm.  She is right of course.  Everything happens for a reason.  Maybe I needed to learn to check the gas gauge more often so it will never happen again and leave me stranded in a more inconvenient or even dangerous situation.  And believe me, I have learned my lesson.

Sunday School Lessons

Today I was in the 11th ward for their ward conference.  The bishop, bishop's wife and stake president were the speakers.  The choir sang "The Lord Is My Shepherd" and it was the most beautiful rendition I think I've ever heard.  They only had 7 women and 7 men but their voices were so strong and they blended perfectly.  It was awesome.  There was a poem on the front of the bulletin that I really like.  I don't know who wrote it, there was no author on it but here it is:

Yes, You Can Succeed

Figure it out for yourself, my lad;

You've all that the greatest men have had;

Two arms, two hands, two legs, two eyes,

And a brain to use if you would be wise.

With this equipment they all began.

So start from the top and say "I can".

Look them over, the wise and the great;

They take their food from a common plate.

And similar knives and forks they use,

With similar laces they tie their shoes.

The world considers them brave and smart

But you've all the had when they made their start.

You're the handicapped you must face;

You are the one who must choose your place.

You must say where you want to go,

How much you will study the truth to know;

God has equipped you for life, but He

Lets you decide what you want to be.

Courage must come from the soul within,

The man must furnish the will to win.

So figure it out for yourself, my lad;

You are born with all the the great have had.

With all your equipment they all began,

Get hold of yourself and say, "I CAN".