Saturday, November 29, 2008

What is really going through member's heads in California.

This is from my cousin Britney, who lives in Newport Beach, California.

What did it look like when I went to church yesterday? (written 11/17/08)

Yesterday when we went to church we were stopped by members of our ward to make sure we weren't trying to disturb the meetings.


Yesterday when we went to church there were police, and later there were undercover agents among the protesters.

Yesterday when we went to church we were counseled to take "any green light out of the parking lot" so that we weren't stopped or harassed.

Yesterday when we went to church we had to discuss what was going on outside with Mason.

Yesterday when we went to church it was a day I NEVER thought I would have to experience.

Yesterday when I went to church I got a teenie-tiny understanding of what the early members of the church may have felt when they went to church among hate and persecution.

Yesterday when I went to church I realized I no longer live in "the Bubble".

And...yesterday when I went to church I was proud to be a Mormon!

Britney

Its not so common....

Currently I work at a pool as a lifeguard and I get alot of questions, and contrary to popular belief, there are such things as dumb questions. I really wonder if some poeple's brains work properly. Going along with this...my Grandma sent me this email a couple of weeks ago that made me laugh HISTERICALLY!

Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who had been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as:

Knowing when to come in out of the rain.
Why the early bird gets the worm.
Life isn't always fair.
Maybe it was my fault.

Common Senses lived by simple, sound financial policies, don't spend more than you earn; and reliable strategies, adults, not children are in charge. Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust, his wife, Discretion, his daughter, Responsibility, and his son Reason. He is survived by his three stepbrothers: I Know My Rights, Someone Else Is To Blame, and I am A Victim. Not many attended the funeral because so few realized he was gone.