On the sweetness of Mormon life.
Some child behind me started yelling during a really good talk about charity. Because of the talk, perhaps, I remembered not to turn around and gawk. Later I peeked behind me and saw a young mother with three small children who had slipped in late. Her husband is a good man but he doesn’t believe and won’t come and he works on Sundays anyway, so she and her children are usually late. Sometimes they’re so late they don’t come until the very end of sacrament meeting. But they almost always come.
As you know for New Year’s we all make resolutions for self-improvement. This means looking back at the failures of the year. I had come to sacrament meeting intending to meditate on possible resolutions, but it was too gloomy a subject for how good the meeting was. After all, I thought, this is 6th day of Christmas, so we’re still in the middle of the Christmas season. And I had the spiritual impression that I should meditate on the blessings of the year instead. Basic, fundamental blessings, like having had enough food to eat and money to pay the bills. Like not having had any car wrecks. That kind of blessing.
About that point the speaker mentioned something about time being a golden treasure. What a blessing time is, I thought. And then I realized that behind me sat those, not so blessed with time on Sunday mornings as I, who gave of their mite.