Tonight I called upon my Bishop for some guidance.  He came over promptly and sat down to talk.  Here I was, talking with what could have been the guy I went golfing with earlier that day.  It was odd for a moment as I’ve only known my Bishops to be “older” (no offense) than me.  Bishop Williams isn’t much (if at all?).  I started to blabber as he listened and nodded about things I was saying.  I figured he’d just listen.

Then it happened.

As he spoke, I could see this wasn’t “Duane” anymore.  He was transformed and provided such amazing abilities to understand, explain, comfort.  We spent the next 2 hours or so talking.  He shared stories from GA’s from memory, he popped open scripture and pointed to perfect passages without hesitation.  He understood me.  I’ve not been that impressed in a while.  I don’t know what happens when you are called as Bishop…if you suddenly get a crash course in Zig Ziglar training, or are given some type of injection of knowledge, but whatever it is, it’s a blessing to them and to those they serve.  I can only imagine it is within some deep prayers and meditation that they receive whatever abilities they need to perform their duties with peace and a calming effect on themselves and those they serve.  It’s as if words seemingly flow with ease and without a stupor of thought.

Bishop Williams, a peer, counseled me today and I listened.  Bishop, you are indeed a man of God.

Because of this growth each building (we were in short supply) was cramming 4-6 wards in it each Sunday.  To accommodate we trimmed the blocks by 30 minutes.  With that came mental adjustments for everyone.  People shortened their lessons, rushed kids to primary, etc.  But overall, we still accomplished what needed to be done and people were diggin’ the block.  Until now.  New building.  Back to the 3 hour block.  And for the Cortina 1st Ward…8 AM!!!  Seriously, what productiveness can be done by getting your up that early on a weekend with household members kicking and screaming…in addition to the kids.  I don’t work well that early in the morning.

Growing up Catholic, we just went to “Mass” – whenever we wanted.  Sure you belong to a Parish, but that’s a pretty loose definition.  I’m sure the Catholic church has similar boundary rules, but I don’t recall anyone ever following anything…you went where (and when) you felt comfortable…as long as you went.  We would go to 9am Mass, 11am Mass and sometimes later…there were options still to accommodate the crowds and we could go when we wanted.  That’s a big change that I’ve gotten used to over the years is this Ward concept – you go where you are told and nowhere else.  I like how it does make you closer to those you associate with in Sacrament meeting, but man is it hard to be motivated that early in the morning.  I’m not sure there is a best time, but if I had to pick, I’d say 9:30 is the sweet spot for me.  Enough time to sleep in, home for a lunch, home to get kids into some quiet time and take a nap.  I know that a lot of decisions in the Church are inspired, but I’m going on a limb here and say inspiration loses out over logistics all the time when planning Ward meeting schedules.  I envision Bishops in a game of poker…er…um…bingo, well whatever, a game of negotiating to determine who gets the short straws of 8am and 3pm Ward meeting times.  We lost this time around :-(.

Oh, and then the announcement of “next Sunday will be Stake Priesthood Leadership meeting…at 6am” – what kind of vitamins are these leaders taking that they function that early!?