Right now, life should be a bucket of rocks. My husband was laid-off a few weeks ago, we have three small children, and we bought a new house last year. You would think, with all that, things would be really scary and hard- and yet… and yet… I find myself shaking my head in wonder, because we’re in the best spiritual place we’ve ever been.
Do you all know how amazing this church is? Do you? Again, my convert eyes allow me to marvel at the work done, in the name of Christ, for the service of man. Case in point: The Bishop’s Storehouse.
When I first cracked the door and tentatively peered inside the Bishop’s Storehouse, tears sprang to my eyes. How did I get here? Am I really going to let someone else buy my groceries for me? My pride was buzzing in my ears, and it took all I had to walk in that office and hand my paper to the Sister behind the desk. Immediately I started weeping, and she enveloped me in a tender, grandmotherly hug.
Many kind older couples staffed the storehouse, and the sweet lady in the office wiped my tears and gave me a tour of what they do there. My tears of pride and humility soon turned into awe. Stacks and stacks of food, produce, and dry goods filled the modest, clean warehouse. Out back were silos of wheat for the entire geographical area in the event of an emergency. People were busily engaged in sacking potatoes, cleaning and bagging fresh fruits and someone was cooking lunch for the twenty or so folks working.
While I was standing there, a man came in with two small children. He had a paper from a Bishop, just like mine, but he wasn’t of our faith. The bishop had heard of the man’s need, and given him a food order to have filled. The workers were as kind and tender to this worn, tired man as they were to me. The elder couple serving their mission in the storehouse told me the food is considered the Lord’s food, and it doesn’t matter who needs it- it’s not up to us to decide.
Plunking down on the couch, I sat and began to cry again. Only these were tears of gratitude, sweet, soft and untainted by the bitterness of pride. How did I ever live without this sweetness in my life?
I left the storehouse with every needful thing. It wasn’t about soap or applesauce or a gallon of milk- it was about human dignity, and taking care of one another- no questions asked.
Be so grateful. To those of you who have always known this restored gospel, step back for a second and marvel at what you have. Marvel at the miracles that take place in your lives because of this Church, and marvel at the richness added to your lives. Marvel at the council of wise old men, and a the willingness of so many to serve their fellow man. Marvel at the role models you see all around you- and know you this; the windows of heaven are indeed open and pouring forth their abundance.