Okay, I know it’s been a few weeks since I’ve actually done a Mormon Monday post, but I posted about church yesterday and I want to talk about something else today, so I’m just going to count yesterday as this week’s Mormon Monday on a Sunday and move on.
All two of my readers who actually look forward to Mormon Monday will forgive me, right? No?!? Then next Monday I guess I’ll talk about forgiveness. There’s a topic for you.
Fine, I’ll give a brief summary of my marathon talk and then move on:
Ways That Serving Others Can Bless Our Lives
In a nutshell, serving others blesses our lives because it how we learn to be more Christ like. Sure, we can hear about how we should be, but service helps us experience it and feel it and, hopefully, internalize it so that it’s part of who we are. The lessons of service are the blessings of service. Here are some lessons I’ve learned over the years as I’ve served others (not perfected, just learned):
- Serving others helps us get outside of ourselves and put our own problems either into perspective or out of our minds.
- Service isn’t service if we are doing what we think needs to be done to help someone without taking the time to find out if it is actually helpful to that someone.
- Our job is not to judge. Our job is just to serve.
- The most important service we can ever provide is within the walls of our own home.
- Part of providing service within the walls of our home is providing service without the walls of our home. We teach by example.
And here’s a little quote from an April 1990 conference address in which Elder Derek A. Cuthbert of The Seventy said:
Over the years, many people, especially youth, have asked me, “Elder Cuthbert, how can I become more spiritual?” My reply has always been the same: “You need to give more service.”
Service changes people. It refines, purifies, gives a finer perspective, and brings out the best in each one of us. It gets us looking outward instead of inward. It prompts us to consider others’ needs ahead of our own. Righteous service is the expression of true charity, such as the Savior showed.
Okay, are both of you happy now?
Tank Boy just came up to me out of the blue and said, “I wish I had a white face like yours, not a brown face. My face is a brown face.”
Reason number 10,568 why I wish we hadn’t moved: we had a really nice group of adoptive families back home that we hung out with on a fairly regular basis. All of the adopted children are Korean, and one of the dads is Korean-American. There are lots of brown faces like his.
“Why do you want a white face?” I asked. “You have such a beautiful brown face.”
“I know,” he said, “but I want a white face because you have a white face.”
I’m sensing the beginning of a new leg of our adoption journey.
And George . . .