This is just a blog to keep in touch with family and close friends who wonder what is going on with my life. I never really thought I would be making a blog, but because my sister requested I get one to stay in touch, I decided to go for it. So thank you to those who care enough to read it and thank you for your prayers. Constantly I feel the effects of them and the blessings in my life that come from them. It is a constant reminder that I am Never Alone.
Sunday, January 11, 2009
An Opportunity to Stand
So one night I was over at one of my friend's apartment and he had his two room mates over and a friend from his FHE family last semester. We were laughing and having a good time. Then, and I don't know how it came up, his friend started to talk about - and I'll only mention it once- sex pie. (Now my blog is officially rated PG :(...sad...) Apparently this pie tastes really good and is amazingly scrumptious. Ok...so she could have left it at that. But she didn't. She kept naming the pie and watching Thomas's room mate's eyes grow wider and wider (sometimes he can come off as a goody-goody and I think she just enjoyed watching him squirm. She kept on making jokes about it. They weren't crude of anything, just made half the room uncomfortable. Then my friend started to protest in his own little way. He jokingly asked her to look at who was behind her watching her. On the wall he had posted the First Presidency and all twelve apostles. She knew what he was referring to and was like, "ah, shut up so-and-so, you know it isn't a bad word!" She asked him if he skipped "hell" or "damnation" in the Bible because they were bad words. His room mate piped in saying "Yeah, but that is in context-" He was interrupted by the other room mate who had just returned from his mission to Hungary saying, "So-and so, I can't wait till you go to Europe and you see that word posted on all the buildings, and bill boards, and..." I opened my mouth to speak, but was cut off by Thomas saying, "well, we (referring to himself and I) are from Vegas and so we see it all the time!" Now it was my turn. I wasn't sure what I was going to say, but I opened my mouth and it was filled. Some things I said were mine and others were not. I said, "You know, I'm proud that so-and-so and I are not desensitized to that kind of thing. I'm perfectly fine that that makes us uncomfortable. You know, even though it is not a bad word, it gives you an idea (that was were I know the Spirit interceded because I was going to say image, but it bade me say idea). And I am cool with the fact that it makes us uncomfortable." I know I left some things out that I said (I actually think I was repetitive) but those were the things that stood out to me most. I could have said more like, that is a sacred thing that should not be discussed flippantly because it is a gift from God and it is not uplifting to talk about it at this time - especially as a joke. But what I said was perfectly appropriate for the situation and anything more I said would have killed it. Never the less, I was happy to feel the Spirit enter the room and testify. In my own, and very short, way I stood up for what I knew and God was not letting me do it my self. I was not alone. I had Him and my friend. Later my friend thanked me.
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