Ministering Angels
Thursday, January 26, 2006
Eternal babbling of the oblivious mind
By Sarita
Okay, so the excitement in my life lately has been reduced to stealing a pizza from FHE and stealing away with a couple friends to watch The Bachelor: Paris. What is so very sad about this is that I profess that I am against the evil that is reality TV and even more so reality dating TV, and yet, I get sucked in. Hypocrite! I know. Partially because I think it hilarious how catty these girls are. (I have watched portions of the Bachelorette and the guys seem way more laid back). And secondly, this Bachelor is HOT. And just to clarify, I am not one to use that word, generally, with the exception of when I wake up and look in the mirror and my crazy morning hair (what do I DO at night exactly?) and tell myself that I look hot. It happens way more than I would like to admit. So this guy is just insanely good looking, which makes the show nice to watch even though I have never been particularly drawn to the incredibly goodlooking. Something unnatural about the whole thing. But then he's just sweet, and down to earth and a camper (and an er doctor, which is all live saving and stuff) and you see that wide jaw and just melt. But no worries, I will never be able to actually be on the show, because I dress different than those girls, and had to deal with all that competition would just give up and go enjoy myself in Paris. Never been the competitive type. But does anyone think that true love can really blossom with the whole world watching? You may not be looking at the camera but I can see that you are way too aware that it is there.
So I had this meeting for my fabulous calling on Sunday and one of the co-chairs had us go around the table, introduce ourselves and state which one of the Disney animated characters we would like to hook up with. Charming. What surprised me is that I immediately knew my answer. A fusion of Hercules and Woody. What that would be? I know not. Why? Dunno. But apparently that's what I am looking for. Wish me all kinds of luck. (I'm thinking of going to Disneyland....anyone game?)
Oh, and the Argentine chef at the cafeteria at work asked me if someone had attended me (in spanish, not so weird sounding). I said yes, but I didn't know what I wanted. He responded with the following: Eh hem: "Nunca te vas a casar asi". Translate it. I dare you. Why must my life revolve around such things? I swear, others think more about my marital status than I do.
Friday, January 13, 2006
It's Alive!
By Sarita
It being, this blog, and alive being barely. So in a vain attempt to resuscitate the dead which is this blog, I present you with the following quandary.....Plea for assistance.....Anything. And if comments are minimal, I'm giving up. Because that's what I do when things get too hard.
Yes, so this coming Sunday, I have the extreme pleasure of speaking in my lovely singles ward. And I'm excited. And nervous. See I hate speaking in front of people. Doesn't come naturally to me. But I am also a masochist and like making myself do things that I do not like doing (we need not delve into the issues that make up Sarah's psyche at this point, unless you really really really want to.) Really.
And the topic is......none other than living temple covenants in our daily lives. Which I think is phenomenal, but a little bit intimidating. Good thing I have a temple president of a Grandfather to counsel with. He's simply amazing. Hard topic seeing that it's not entirely appropriate speaking of specific temple things over the pulpit, let alone on this humble blog. But Gramps helped out a little with the following:
Dearest gran-pa-pa advised that it is all about obedience. That the more obedient and faithful to those commitments, promises, and covenants we have made with the Lord, that the more we will be blessed, guided, and protected. It is in humbling ourselves to do so that the spirit can more effectively work with us.
He also spoke of the sacred nature of such covenants. Grandpa takes several groups of people to tour ruins in Central and South America as he is somewhat of an authority on such things, and always visits temples that may be in the region of these excursions. Once with a group of people who were not LDS, he stopped at a temple in Mexico and spoke to the busload, explaining briefly the purpose of the temple and inviting the group to present any questions they may have regarding the church. As is want to happen, some asked more specific questions about the temple and why everyone cannot go inside. (I love his answer) My grandfather responded to the woman asking by saying "You're Catholic, correct?" she responded "Yes, why?" "Well, I can spot your Catholic Padre from 100 yards. Why? Because of the habit that he wears as a symbol of the commitment and promises he has made as a member of the clergy. In the temple, we are able to make very sacred and personal promises, and commitments with our Lord and Savior. They are very personal in nature and so it is not something we openly broadcast. Rather than exterior symbols, we use more interior symbols and reminders of what is personal between the Lord and ourselves." He said that the group seemed satisfied with the response and left understanding that the temples are not some secret combination, but a sacred house of the Lord. A concept that they could relate to on a new level. Grandpa is so wise.
In addition, my father and I spoke of how our covenants are decisions made before hand. Instead of waiting until the heat of temptation to decide what we may or may not do, we have already done so and have special promises and the spirit to support us in what might be a more difficult situation.
Anyhow, those are a few random thoughts, but I leave to you, my semi-devoted readers, to offer any further insight (without going to inappropriate measures, am I just asking for trouble here?) as to the importance, impact, and method of living these covenants in our daily lives.