However at 11 p.m. that night, my knee started to hurt. At midnight I received a text from the doctor: "Becky, your knee should be hurting right about now! I pumped your leg with (painkiller) so you could enjoy the first day, now good luck." I kid you not, by the next morning I was in so much pain I didn't think I would ever walk again.
There are other reminders that anything the world offers us can only last about a day. Disneyland closes each night; movies come to an end; drugs, alcohol and pornography leave us, insisting we return for more to get through another day. Materialism and appearances fade with time. The beans and crackers of the world are so fleeting and in stark contrast to what the Lord has to offer us.
Admittedly, there have been many times in my life when I have gone to the cabin. There were many there who were trying to order out from the dining hall. They wanted to taste the food, but not at the expense of leaving the cabin.
When I entered the cabin, I instantly felt pressure to have the perfect body or share stories of going to a certain concert, traveling the world or touting my material things. In fact I found myself needing to feel validated, and it seemed that everyone was looking for someone else to agree with their choices, therefore helping them to feel justified and right.
It seemed that a lot of time was spent playing intellectual volleyball, proving to one another that each was right, debating even the things of God. It was interesting to watch as this game never seemed to bring anyone contentment or happiness even when they thought they had won; they were always looking for another battle to wage.
In the dining hall, I was taught that my self-worth wasn't attached to how I looked or what I owned or who I knew. I was taught that I was a daughter of God and his validation was the only one that mattered. And that God was God regardless of how much debating about him took place.
Probably the biggest contrast between the cabin and the dining hall were the feelings that I felt. I never felt the peace and joy in the cabin that I felt in the dining hall. Oh, trust me, they were having a lot of fun in the cabin, but it always came to an end really fast and kept me wanting.
I found that the fine dining of the gospel offered joy, peace, contentment and a happiness that the world could never offer me. The privileges of the gospel have gone far beyond anything I could have imagined or hoped for.
In the dining hall, I have friends of other faiths who also actively seek Jesus Christ and have little concern for the cabin. I share the same kinship with them as I do with those of my own faith.
Words cannot express how grateful I am that my parents insisted on raising me in the dining hall.
'Your Potential, Your Privileges'
Becky Thomas has a degree from Brigham Young University. She was a weekly columnist with Mormon Times for two years. Her email is email@example.com
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