I was baptized Mormon at the age of
eight years which is traditional—I like saying I was born under the
covenant which I was not, really since I was adopted at birth. So, I
was kinda, but needless to say I was raised full blown Mo- and even
though they like to say you were baptized under your own volition or
free agency you rally aren't. Seriously what eight year old kid is
going to tell their parents they don't want to go under the water,
one of the biggest events of their young life. Once you're baptized
you one of theirs you are one of their hook line ad soul. These guys
keep incredible records too—that never go away.
I have been inactive for decades now,
which means I don't go to church they still count me for their
official records but I have little to no contact. This is fine by me
but it always awkward. I have been living in Murray Utah for two
decades now and the local ward acknowledges a couple times a years
usually with a Christmas letter and a reminder of the pioneer
breakfast every 24th of July and we get a long fine.
Two a couple of days ago I was coming
home from my Wellness workout and I had had a busy day. I had an
early meeting of one of the volunteer boards I still sit on which
caused me to motor in my power chair a little further then usual I
saw my power indicator on my chair was getting low so I made sure I
plugged into the charger they have at Wellness and I felt comfortable
when I left the rehab center headed for home. But as I boarded the
bus on my last leg of my journey home I noticed the indicator was in
the yellow zone but no worries, I had been there before but always
managed to have enough juice to get home. I did call Dianne however
to let her know I might need an assist.
By the time the bus dropped me off in
my neighborhood I was in the red zone and I was getting concerned but
I headed forward going for broke and sure enough by the time I hot to
my driveway I did not have enough juice to power up the small incline
to my driveway and I was going to have to manage my good sized ramp
to the house. My chair would shut down each time I tried to get up
the driveway. I called my wife to asked her to come out of the house
and assist me getting in. I had just disconnected the phone call when
two neighborhood folk passed me walking their dog. I said “hi”
and waited for Dianne. The couple walked on about ten years stopped
and turned round and came back and asked if I needed assistance of
any kind. I told them I did and they kindly pushed me up onto the
sidewalk and onto the ramp. In the mean time Dianne came out and we
all began visiting.
The spontaneous visit revealed the
helpers were husband and wife(cute) and the husband was in fact the
bishop of the ward. He also indicated that he had looked into my
record (which he had a full record) as asked me some information of
where I once lived in another state in another time. Wow, I cannot
say that this freaked me out but did kind of. I appreciated the
assist and the visit and possible new friendship but still it is
amazing how long the reach of this organization is. I don't know how
to feel, I am still sorting the event out. I can already tell more
contact is in store and I am sure I am going to have to establish
some boundaries but I will cross that bridge when I come to it. For
time being lets everyone get along.
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