On the sweetness of Mormon life:
Today in Elders’ Quorum a brother said that the great, unanswerable mystery is that God loves us.
A woman who is always sad sat in front of us during Sunday School. Her baby died a few months ago. The lesson didn’t offer much in the way of consolation to her. The original topic was Isaac marrying Rebekah but, Sunday Sunday school lessons taking surprising paths the way they do, we were now discussing whether personal attractiveness was necessary or desirable in looking for a mate. This in a room with at most one single person.
The woman raised her hand and observed that once you start loving someone their personal attractiveness starts to increase. The teacher, her husband, grinned and said, yes, after ten years of marriage I’m now the most handsome man she knows. She blushed red and then started to laugh. We know this family well and I’ve never seen her happy like that before.
A young man, maybe 13 or 14, was confirmed during sacrament meeting. For several minutes he had to sit on the stand and be stared at while the bishop went looking for the missionaries, who were supposed to participate but had forgot or something. The young man took it calmly. He received the gift of the Holy Ghost, received a blessing that he would be a good example to his younger sister, shook everyone’s hands, still calmly, and went back down. Unexpressive type, I thought to myself. Typical at that age.
His sister went up. She was 10 or 11, self-posessed, and smartly turned out in a pink-and-black dress with diagonal stripes. Her parents love her and it shows, I thought. When she went back down after I chanced to look at her brother and he was grinning at her with all delight. He loves her too, I thought.