Tuesday evening I got an unexpected call from the Stake President inviting me for an interview the following evening. Despite the fact that we've only been in the ward six months, and that I hardly know anyone, I was asked to serve as 2nd counselor in a reorganized bishopric. We were sustained and set apart this morning.
I confess I felt absolutely ridiculous sitting on the stand today -- all the more because I knew that most of the ward probably has no idea who I am. * I've spent the rest of the day bewildered.
Oh, and I've now been 8 days without sugar.
*Indeed, one woman confessed to me afterward that she never remembers seeing me in church before today.
2 comments:
Enjoy the journey.
My Condolences.
To your wife.
My dad was in 4 seperate bishoprics. It's a rough job, but there's lots of blessings to be had in the service. May you have the wisdom to see them and the humility to be grateful "for the journey". ;)
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