Tithing Settlement is a great part of the Christmas season.
Two things happened this year, one good and one bad. The good one was this: we got ought the girls’ piggy bank and emptied it and separated out the coins and had them put the coins back in, counting to 9, and them put a tenth coin in a pile for Jesus. We were waiting for the littlest to wake up.
When she finally did, I told my wife I had an eerie feeling that we still had a kid we needed to wake up. She told me that she gets that feeling a lot at spiritual moments. She said she thought the Holy Ghost was close because we’d been teaching our girls to pay tithing and that when the Holy Ghost was close was when we would most notice the absence of our oldest, Betsey Pearl.
The bad was this: I didn’t go over the record the Bishop gave me as carefully as in year’s past because I figured as long as I actually paid it can’t really matter what the record shows I paid. But I left tithing settlement with a spiritually flat feeling. Recordkeeping is apparently more sacred to God than I’m disposed to want it to be.
Here’s last year’s Tithing Settlement post:
The Feast of Saint Tithing Settlement.