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Wednesday, September 22, 2010

it's election season

On the ticket this year in Franklin County is a millage that will enable the Columbus Metropolitan Library system to remain open. Without this millage, the library more than likely will not make it past May 2011. So, to those of you in Franklin County, please consider voting in favor of Issue 4.

Sunday, September 19, 2010

consider the blessed and happy state

A few nights ago, the Czech received a call that a friend's grandmother had passed away and that this friend was in need of a priesthood blessing. We stopped Slumdog Millionaire and hopped in the car to meet up with the Czech's old roommate on campus. The two men were going to lay their hands on our friend's head and offer her a blessing of comfort. I was there for hugs and moral support.

In the stillness of the eleven o'clock hour, the three of us meandered over to the university hospital and were instantly struck with a predicament; we had no idea where to go. Yes, we had the name of the hall our friend was in, but that didn't help us with knowing what entrance to use or navigating.

Thus ensued a night full of laughter rather than solemn sentiment. "Where's the sign for 'Dead People'?" we asked, full of mirth, which inevitably resulted in quoting Monty Python. "Bring out yer dead!" the three of us chortled as we sauntered into the main entrance of the hospital.

We mellowed out enough to find our dear friend and offer her some comfort, or at least I hope we did. The old roommate spoke the words of the blessing, which were very tender and appropriate for the given situation. They spoke of the Father's Plan, in which family's can and will be together beyond this mortal experience. Our friend was reminded of the experiences she had with her grandmother and the lifetime worth of lessons she had garnered from her example. I offered hugs and moral support. It's what I do.

We parted ways with our friend and her father around midnight and within seconds of the separation, the three of us who had originally come to offer comfort were joking and laughing heartily once more. Our actions seemed utterly disrespectful, but our mirth just could not be contained.

The next day I came across the following scripture from the book of Mosiah in the Book of Mormon. It reads,

"And moreover, I would desire that ye should consider on the blessed and happy state of those that keep the commandments of God. For behold, they are blessed in all things, both temporal and spiritual; and if they hold out faithful to the end they are received into heaven, that thereby they may dwell with God in a state of never-ending happiness. O remember, remember that these things are true; for the Lord God hath spoken it."

A state of never-ending happiness? That sounded very akin to my mood of the night previous, full of merry making. But it was more than that...

The three of us hooligans found joy in helping someone else, bringing companionship to our friend and fellow. The Lord has asked us to look after one another, to comfort the weary and mourn with those that mourn. Inside the hospital, we held a deep reverence for the priesthood power being used. A solemn peace filled the little room we occupied as five of us listened to the words being spoken. The old roommate asked sincere questions about the grandmother's health and the procedures that had been utilized.

Yet we still laughed as we entered and left. By doing good, happi
comfortness filled our hearts and we were able to enjoy the peace and effulgence of a few minutes of pure joy. Laughing at our own silliness, we went home happy.

Wednesday, September 01, 2010


The following is a brief example of what stress, moving, a crazy work schedule, and hormones will do to a girl. Maybe not any girl, but definitely this one.

This morning I woke up feeling less calm and resigned to the world than usual. It took me longer to get ready and I very nearly missed breakfast at McDonald's. (I'm moving, I don't have food...) With a few minutes to spare I pulled into the drive-thru and asked if I had missed the most important meal of the day.

"No," came the voice through the intercom, "But they ran out of breakfast early today."

Bummer, but I could handle that. There was still coke. And fries. So that's what I ordered. (Feel free to attack me for being the most unhealthy person on the planet, I deserve it.)

But the fries hadn't been salted and tasted repulsive. And then...

my coke splotched on me. Not spilled, just splotched. But still! Coke and I have this overwhelming bond! How could my coke splotch on me in my delicate emotional state? It just didn't feel right or normal or safe anymore with coke splotching on me.

Needing solace in my disheveled condition, I turned on the radio and hoped for a halfway decent song that would distract me. What came on?

ONLY MY HAPPY SONG! No, truly. It's my happy song. To the point that I play it as I leave the temple because it's the only thing that encapsulates how happy the temple makes me. What song is this? Well, let me show you...

Yes, that's Chris Brown. Yes, he beat up Rihanna. But it's my happy song! Like, makes me happy when coke and the Czechoslovakian can't kind of happy song!

Except for today. When instead of rocking out and smiling like I usually do, I started to weep. Because I truly felt like Heavenly Father took pity on me and played Forever on the radio just to make me feel better and I was overwhelmed. And wept. Lame.

Stupid hormones.