Mirthright

When I was 12, my family lived in the small German town of Bottorp, where we were members of a branch of the Church. I had just had my second lesson in English and was very proud of my progress in speaking and understanding it. One day, our local fulltime missionaries came to see us. When I opened the door, I noticed that one of them was new in our town. As he came through the door, I greeted him with my best English. He answered in German: “Sorry, brother, I don’t understand very much German; please speak slowly!”

Elder Jeurgen Schulz
Nuremberg, Germany

We know we should live the gospel, but we thought this was going a little too far. The sign in front of the chapel read: Trespasses will be prosecuted.

Joan P. Pearce
Northumberland, England

My sister and her husband were having their infant son, Jared, blessed in fast and testimony meeting. Their other son, two years old, did not enjoy sharing the limelight, and during the blessing he went up to the front of the chapel by his father, who was blessing the new baby, and began calling, “Daddy, Daddy.” His voice got louder and louder, and then he began to cry. At the conclusion of the blessing, the bishop announced, “Well, we have just heard the voice of the brother of Jared.”

Jeanne M. Nielsen
Salt Lake City, Utah

Our daughter and her husband always hold their family home evening even though they only have one child, Jane, who is three. They were aware that it brought a special spirit into their home, but didn’t realize how special until one family home evening night when Jane looked up at them and said, “Let’s come and sit down for some happiness.”

Sid Cook
Ogden, Utah

One evening my six-year-old son, Roger, and I were viewing a television program starring two nuns. Roger watched intently for quite some time, then asked, “Who are those ladies?” I responded that they were nuns—ladies that belong to a church different than ours. For a moment he looked a little confused. Then his face lit up and he said, “Oh! You mean nun members!”

Mrs. Linda Schultz
San Pablo, California

Jeff, age three, came into the house while his father was asking a silent blessing on his food. When Jeff inquired what his father had been doing, he responded, “I said my prayer inside, from my heart.” That night when Jeff was preparing to say his prayers, he wanted to “say his prayer from his heart.” He bowed his head, and in a few moments looked up. “I said it from the heart.”

“What did you say?” asked his mother. He replied, “It said ka-thump, ka-thump, ka-thump.”

Helen Grubbs
San Antonio, Texas

Serving as chorister/pianist requires some thought in choosing hymns. For example, I should not have chosen number 145, “O ye mountains high, where the clear blue sky …” the morning our ward was fasting for rain. Nor should we have sung, “For the strength of the hills we bless thee …” the day one of the rather large Hill families in our ward had a new baby blessed.

Carol Neal
Espanola, New Mexico