I have a friend who broke her face.
Our Stake President asked us to read an unmarked Book of Mormon, looking specifically for examples of the Savior’s atonement. The last time I KNOW I read through an unmarked copy of the Book of Mormon was in 1991. I can’t remember if I have read an unmarked copy since I received that set of scriptures and started marking.
In watching the equality marches this week, I reflected on the causes I’ve passionately joined over the years. This is not a post for or against the current marching, just a few musings about a time I stood up against a grievance.
I opened the car door and just stared at the empty space. Where was my bag? I performed high powered computations—Did I bring my church bag? Yes. We came straight from church and so I had my church bag. Did I leave it there? Yes, it was right there. We thought it would be safe and not visible there.