We’re going to Melba this morning to pick up ***. Our plan is to take him to breakfast, then take him to pick out some Christmas presents for his sisters. Hopefully we can also make it to the giving machines in Caldwell.
Jenn and I have talked about doing this for a while. I’m happy that we’re finally making it happen.
Yesterday was pretty low key, but I got some work done on the website. It’s very simple, but tidy and useful, and I’m happy with it. I want to add the SIR Blog to it if possible.
We went to the temple in the afternoon. It’s strange that we will be done serving there in a few weeks. But it was fun to do for 2 ½ years. We had a good run, and I’m sure we’ll do it again some day.
The *** closing is coming up soon, and the inspection is next week. I love their story. Hubble really stepped up to model the bathroom with a zero threshold for ***’s shower chair.
Come Follow Me
Moroni 6 talks about baptism. I remember a few details about my baptism. One thing that stands out was the humility that was involved. It was a humbling thing to tell others that I was getting baptized. I didn’t tell very many people. Looking back I realize I missed a great missionary opportunity.
I have always felt an inclination to be very private about religion. I don’t know why. It’s not exactly embarrassment, but it’s something similar. It’s the feeling that I don’t want to open myself to ridicule. But why should someone ridicule, and if they do, why should it bother me. If I think about it, assuming others will ridicule me for my religion shows how little I think of the common person.
The vision I have of the common person is a negative one, but there’s no good reason to have that. If I could change my imagination about people, and envision someone who is nicer than me, more interested than me, kinder than me, I wouldn’t be afraid of them.
That really is a profound conclusion. It has never been more clear to me than right now as I write this that I judge unknown people by holding them up to the mirror of my own personality. In other words, the people that I fear are the people like me. Unless I know better, I imagine up someone who views the world like I do, and I don’t want people judging me like I am inclined to judge others. I suppose then that a good way to overcome that would be to think more highly of others.