My grandaughter, Joan, was about four years old when her aunt Jane became
engaged. Jane's fiance was visiting for the weekend and decided to attend
church with our family. As my daughter came in with her two girls (Joan being
the youngest) we ended up a little short on seating space. Joan was lifted up to
sit on the lap of her aunt's new fiance. All went well as this little girl
looked at books in order to help her be quiet. Just as the sacrament was being
passed, she happened to look up and see who was holding her. Suprise showed on
her face as she looked at this stranger. Then, with a loud voice she exclaimed,
"Well who the hell are you!" you could have heard a pin drop for just a
few seconds until a few laughs were smothered. My daughter turned beet red and
now swears she will never "swear" again!
My nephew has a photographer for a father and an artist for a mother so in their
family, discussions of color can be expected to be a bit different than in most
families. However, for a young boy this can sometimes lead to confusion,
especially when combined with songs learned in Primary. One day when he was
about 5, my nephew asked his father if orange, his favorite color at the time,
was a primary color. When he was told it was not, he responded with, "Oh,
so is it a Priesthood color then?"
We had an elderly couple in our ward who both had difficulty hearing. You could
hear everything they said to each other because of this hearing problem. One
Sunday Sacrament Meeting was a little late getting started and soon the whole
chapel heard the husband say to his wife..."Let's just get this show on
Our Indiana ward was quite spread out. Most members live many miles from the
chapel--except for Alice and Alex. One Sunday, the person who was supposed to
bring bread for the sacrament failed to do so. "No problem" Alice said,
as she overheard the conversation, "I baked bread last night." Alex was
dispatched to get a few slices of the bread. The meeting proceeded as
normal--until the bread was being served to the congregation. There was strange
looks on most of the congregations faces. Unknowingly, Alex had gotten slices of
When one Sacrament Meeting speaker told us his co-worker's pastor had
explained that Mormons worship "a different Christ" my
not-to-be-silenced teenage son leaned over to ask, "If he talking about his
cousin, Jeffrey?" Don't recall the rest of the talk!
Our daughter was two weeks from becoming 8 yrs old and preparing to be baptized.
We were preparing for Fast Sunday when my 8yr old said, I don't have to
fast as I'm not 8 yrs old yet". I told her we were going to give her a
head start. While sitting in Sacrament Meeting I received a tap on the knee.
Looking down I saw the big eyes of my eight year old and noticed her finger
tapping on a scripture from the Book of Mormon..She was pointing to a verse from
King Benjamin's speech where he said, "And ye shall not suffer your
little children to go hungry". The look she had on her face was priceless.
We were having home evening and the question was asked, can anyone tell me what
debasement means..everyone hesitated and then our 4 year old daughter said,
"Yes, it's where we go to do the laundry."
At Christmas time we listen to, well, carols. One carol in particular makes me
laugh as my four year old sings it and tries to make sense of the old English it
uses...We Wish You a Merry Christmas ends with giving money to our
bishopric...giving tithing that is. She sings "Good tithings to you, where
ever you are. Good tithings for Christmas and a Happy New Year!"
Wilbur Ewing, a kindly grandfather, was one of my counselors in a bishopric in
Terre Haute, Indiana. Many of our ward lingered in the foyer after services,
visiting and fellowshipping. 5-year old Jared gave his tithing (in an envelope)
to Wilbur. About 10 minutes later, a midst the crowded foyer, Jared stood with a
stern look on his face, looking up at Bro Ewing and said, "Wilbur, have you
spent that dime yet?"