On the sweetness of Mormon life:
Last week our primary children presented their annual sacrament meeting program. My description wouldn’t do justice it. The satisfaction the children feel and the affection we feel aren’t palpable things. I’ll just say that there were moving moments, like my problem cub scout sitting reverently until it was time to deliver his scripture, which he did it perfectly, beaming the whole time, his non-member father beaming too. There were also laughing moments, like the young boy who was just a little more logical than the other children and concluded that if his prompter was whispering his lines to him he was supposed to whisper them too. When we sang together with the primary at the end of the service we sang louder than we ever have.
After helping to bless his Down Syndrome grandchild, Bishop tried to talk about the primary program in his testimony this Sunday. He was struggling for words. “All those children. We feel elated. The privilege of raising children. My two sons passing the sacrament.” He paused for a long time and then said with intense conviction: “This is the best of life.” Many of us were choked up. There was a kind of spiritual hush over the congregation. He sat down and a little girl got up to say that she knew there were no rich or poor and the rich were mean.