New Ward
Today we had a special stake conference wherein I got put in a new ward and a new stake. In an effort to eliminate overlap between BYU wards and other single wards, the First Presidency decided to just make all wards YSA wards. Consequently, I've been kicked out of a real stake and am back in a singles stake, AND I'm once again being forced to attend Church on BYU campus. The stake change and the ward change I'm okay with, but meeting on BYU? Really? I'm one block away from a REAL Church building! I liked meeting in a chapel! It made me feel legitimate!
Oh well. Adapt or die.
Anywho, our Stake President stood up and told everyone present that he firmly believes in every member a matchmaker. This mentality tends to bother a lot of people as they dislike the pressure to get married, but I love it. I have discovered, in my six short years of being out of the house, that whatever the leadership of the ward focuses on is what happens in the ward.
For example:
Bishop Eakett strongly pushed marriage. By the end of the year, half the ward got married. I have never before or since had so many engagements in a ward.
Bishop Adair pushed scripture reading, saying prayers, and going to the Temple regularly. Without fail, every Fast Sunday multiple people got up to report on how their lives changed once they started praying, reading the scriptures, and attending the Temple.
Bishop Boyer focused on missionary work. We've had a slew of sisters go on missions, and everybody is having missionary experiences left, right, and center.
I really hope the Stake President's enthusiasm for marriage trickles down to the Bishops and then down to the congregations. More people will get married that way, and that is the purpose of wards exclusively for single people. If marriage was a second thought or unimportant, we'd all be in regular wards with regular people.
I'm not thinking of myself, exactly, since currently I feel like I'd burn any man to the ground who tried to get within six inches of me, but I have roommates who need marrying off, and I'm hoping I'll get over this burn-every-man thing before too long, and THEN I'll want to get married.
Although, I might be willing to marry any bum off the street if it could get me back in a legitimate chapel..........
Also, this means I'm getting released! Woohoo! And I do declare that if I get called into the Compassionate Service committee in my new ward, I'm going to have to kick something. Like my door. It will be the fifth time! I swear I've learned compassion!
We shall see.
Also, I have a head cold. Where does all this mucus come from...? I have two trash cans in my room plus an empty tissue box and they are ALL filled with used tissues. I could quite possibly carpet my room with used tissues.
"A thousand years of sheep!" ~~Mat Cauthon
Oh well. Adapt or die.
Anywho, our Stake President stood up and told everyone present that he firmly believes in every member a matchmaker. This mentality tends to bother a lot of people as they dislike the pressure to get married, but I love it. I have discovered, in my six short years of being out of the house, that whatever the leadership of the ward focuses on is what happens in the ward.
For example:
Bishop Eakett strongly pushed marriage. By the end of the year, half the ward got married. I have never before or since had so many engagements in a ward.
Bishop Adair pushed scripture reading, saying prayers, and going to the Temple regularly. Without fail, every Fast Sunday multiple people got up to report on how their lives changed once they started praying, reading the scriptures, and attending the Temple.
Bishop Boyer focused on missionary work. We've had a slew of sisters go on missions, and everybody is having missionary experiences left, right, and center.
I really hope the Stake President's enthusiasm for marriage trickles down to the Bishops and then down to the congregations. More people will get married that way, and that is the purpose of wards exclusively for single people. If marriage was a second thought or unimportant, we'd all be in regular wards with regular people.
I'm not thinking of myself, exactly, since currently I feel like I'd burn any man to the ground who tried to get within six inches of me, but I have roommates who need marrying off, and I'm hoping I'll get over this burn-every-man thing before too long, and THEN I'll want to get married.
Although, I might be willing to marry any bum off the street if it could get me back in a legitimate chapel..........
Also, this means I'm getting released! Woohoo! And I do declare that if I get called into the Compassionate Service committee in my new ward, I'm going to have to kick something. Like my door. It will be the fifth time! I swear I've learned compassion!
We shall see.
Also, I have a head cold. Where does all this mucus come from...? I have two trash cans in my room plus an empty tissue box and they are ALL filled with used tissues. I could quite possibly carpet my room with used tissues.
"A thousand years of sheep!" ~~Mat Cauthon