Comments on: Financing a Mission, 1849-Style

By: cowboy

cowboy — Mon, 25 Aug 2008 15:00:40 +0000

4.8.15.16.23.42

By: Larry the cable guy

Larry the cable guy — Sun, 24 Aug 2008 23:49:33 +0000

#9998

Now I know what my next PIN number is going to be.

By: Susan M

Susan M — Sat, 23 Aug 2008 16:55:08 +0000

My husband’s grandmother once traveled through Nevada with her small son. He wanted to play a slot machine at a store. She took it as a teaching opportunity to show him that gambling is evil and a waste of money–she put a nickel in. And won the jackpot.

By: Jack

Jack — Sat, 23 Aug 2008 15:38:26 +0000

I’m getting tired, so I’ll just finish quickly.

The slot pull doesn’t yield money, so Jack takes the clothes of slot pull winner and goes the guard of the treasury. He then disguises his voice to sound like the winner to trick the guard into giving him the winnings. Instead the two of them take the winnings together and flee into the wilderness.

By: Jack

Jack — Sat, 23 Aug 2008 15:34:41 +0000

…and the Spirit said unto me again: Behold the hotel hath delivered these coins into thy hands…And now, when I, Jack, had heard these words, I remembered the words of the Hotel Manager, which he spake unto me upon check in, saying that: Inasmuch as I shall play these slots, I might prosper in the land. Though statisticethly speaking odds were greater that I should become a compulsiveth gambler, and prospereth not, yeah exceedling not. Yeah, and I knew that I could not obtain exceeding wealth at my current job, and mediocre 401(K). And again, I knew that the Hotel Manager hath delivered these coins into my hands for this cause, that I might obtain coins, an hundred fold. Therefore I did obey the voice of the Hotel Manager (and did disregard the voice of good sense),and did insert a coin into the slot, and smote the slot machine with its own rod.

By: Ugly Mahana

Ugly Mahana — Sat, 23 Aug 2008 15:24:10 +0000

Nephi says . . .

By: The Right Trousers

The Right Trousers — Sat, 23 Aug 2008 06:36:53 +0000

And it came to pass that I was constrained by the Spirit that I should play the slots; but I said in my heart: Never at any time have I played for money. And I shrunk and would that I might not play.

By: E

Sat, 23 Aug 2008 01:12:56 +0000

Hey, paraphrasing Josepth Smith, when the Lord requires something of us, no matter what it is, it’s right!

By: T

Sat, 23 Aug 2008 01:08:11 +0000

#6 – Can I just say that that was the FIRST thing I thought of when I read this? Hurley playing the lotto on LOST. Your follow up comment to this post made my day :)

By: Ardis Parshall

Ardis Parshall — Sat, 23 Aug 2008 00:45:34 +0000

Great find, Mark! You know what, in all those years I lived in Las Vegas and all the machines I walked past in the grocery stores and all the casinos I have been in for one reason or another (only one of which involved my own gambling, mind you!), I never once heard a voice whisper that I should drop a quarter or buy a ticket. Am I just not living that close to the Spirit, or what?

(My single gambling experience was on a genealogical field trip to a tiny, dry berg in northeast Nevada where the motel gave two rolls of nickles to everyone who registered for a room. I hadn’t played a slot machine before, and haven’t since, but decided that one time to be wicked and see what would happen. It was the most boring time I have EVER spent — it took forever to lose one roll of coins, because the machines kept paying out a few now and then, which made me drop in enough coins and pull enough handles to equal three or four times as many coins as was in the roll. The fingers on my right hand got filthy black from handling that many coins, I choked on the tobacco smoke, I got a headache from the noise, and only my stubbornness to get rid of all of those coins kept me at it. Next time I want to dispose of a roll of coins in a useless way, I’ll throw them in the nearest storm drain.)