The first Sunday of the month is set aside as a Fast for
members of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints; at least that’s the
plan. It’s called Fast Sunday; imagine
that. I always wondered why they called
it that. Sometimes it doesn’t work out
that way; but I’ll get to that in a bit.
Fasting means different things to different folks. For instance some fast to loose weight;
depriving themselves of certain forms of nourishment in order to achieve a more
perfect physical body while others associate fasting with an opportunity to
become more spiritually in tune. When
linking Fasting with Church the latter is desired.
I remember sitting on the back row at church many years ago
on a Fast Sunday and recognizing my back was trying to go out. Fortunately I kept a prescription handy for
sudden attacks and sent my daughter out to retrieve the magic little pills; the
little pills that are supposed to be taken with food.
About fifteen minutes later my head was “buzzin”; that’s how
you can tell you’re from Texas. If you were from California
or maybe New York
it would have been “looped”, “stoned”, “wasted” or something else; you get the
idea.
I tried to explain the effect to my wife and a peculiar
observation came to me. Each time I
spoke it was as if there’d been someone behind me who’d spoken and I was doing
a lip sink; most disconcerting to say the least. I kept looking behind me to see who it was;
did I mention my head was “buzzin”? Lucy
wasn’t impressed.
I made it through the day and vowed not to ingest powerful
narcotics on an empty stomach. Lucy
drove us home from church.
That brings us to the present, this being the first Sunday
of the month; it’s also Fast Sunday.
Our meeting hours change at the first of the year from
starting at 2:30pm to much earlier, 8:30am.
We share our building with several Wards and to keep everyone on their
toes we swap meeting times each year; next year we’ll begin at 10:30am and so
on.
My health took a hit this past week and I’ve been on pain
medication nearly around the clock. I’d
have to skip Fasting this time and enjoy spiritual experiences shared by others
as they stood at the pulpit to bear their testimonies.
I should also explain that testimonies are supposed to be
short expressions which validate the truthfulness of the Gospel, that Jesus is
the Christ or similar concise articulations of a personal nature.
That said, often times folks stand at the podium and talk on
and on about vacations that made them happy or other events unrelated to
sharing a testimony. Sometimes it gets
awkward as folks in the congregation start looking down at their shoes
wondering, “How much longer can this person talk?”, only to find they can talk
on and on; seemingly forever. By the
time we’ve had the book of Isaiah explained as it pertains to semi-automatic
assault weapons; well, so much for the Spirit being present…
I’d intended to bear my testimony this morning, an
expression of gratitude for all the many blessings the Lord has presented me,
something along the lines King Benjamin shared.
“I say unto you, my brethren, that if you should render all
the thanks and praise which your whole soul has power to possess, to that God
who has created you, and has kept and preserved you, and has caused that ye
should rejoice, and has granted that ye should live in peace one with another—
I say unto you that if ye should
serve him who has created you from the beginning, and is preserving you from
day to day, by lending you breath, that ye may live and move and do according
to your own will, and even supporting you from one moment to another—I say, if
ye should serve him with all your whole souls yet ye would be unprofitable
servants.”
Mosiah 2:20-21
During the night hours the pain medicine played tricks with
my mind; here’s a glimpse into what went on in the shadows.
Upon reaching the pulpit I began singing an old Mac Davis
tune, Oh Lord it’s hard to be humble; not making this up, that’s what
happened in my dream. I even had the
congregation join in as if we were doing a concert version.
Lucy’s wasn’t impressed.
Make a note; quit listening to the classic Country radio station while
taking pain medication. We stayed home from
church this morning to recuperate.
This article has been cross posted to
The Moral Liberal, a publication whose banner reads, “Defending The
Judeo-Christian Ethic, Limited Government, & The American Constitution”.
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