There has been an extensive campaign by several Protestant churches in the Denver area to conspicuously display the words “I Found It” on billboards, in newspapers, and on car bumper stickers. The slogan means “I Found Christ” or “I Found Religion.”
Our Gospel Doctrine teacher, Brother Grant Goodson, discussed the “I Found It” bumper sticker and the recent appearance of some “I Lost It” bumper stickers. He suggested that maybe we Latter-day Saints should produce our own bumper sticker: “I Had It All the Time.”
Littleton Second Ward Gospel Doctrine Class
After Primary one day, my four-year-old asked what it meant to “choose the right.” Leaping at such a choice teaching moment I launched into what I thought was a very good explanation.
However, after a thoughtful moment of hesitation, he asked, “Then what does it mean to choose the left?”
Jerry Kay Aldrich
Our five-year-old nephew and his friend announced to their neighbor that they were her home teachers. Sitting down, he crossed his legs, straightened his pant legs, and asked, “Well, how are you, anyway?”
Pauline S. Boyer
My husband and I are kept quite busy with church work—he’s in the elders quorum presidency and I’m in the Relief Society presidency. So I shouldn’t have been surprised when my two-year-old daughter emerged from our bedroom swishing and twirling in my nightgown.
“I’m Cinderella,” she announced.
“Where is your Prince Charming?” I asked.
She knew: “He’s in a meeting.”
Silver Spring, Maryland
For two years our neighbors’ little children have prayed each night for their missionary friends and especially for our son, Bruce. When he returned from his mission, our neighbors weren’t quite sure how the children would handle the situation in their prayers, but overheard, “Please bless all our missionary friends—except Bruce.”
Mrs. Hal Sullivan
St. George, Utah
After my husband received the call to be bishop of our ward, our two older children waited anxiously for the first opportunity to call him “Bishop Lythgoe.” But three-year-old David, fearful that his relationship with his father was somehow about to change, insisted, “I’m still going to call him ‘Daddy.’”
A week later, however, he showed signs of adjustment when he told his Sunday School teacher, “I’m the bishop’s son. But you can call me ‘David.’”
Marti S. Lythgoe
My husband and I attended a fast and testimony meeting in a rapidly growing area of northern Utah. Since four wards met in the building, I was unsure how much time was allotted to the meetings and wondered if I had time to bear my testimony. Turning to a young lady next to me, I whispered, “How much more time?”
She blushed and demurely answered, “Almost four months.”
Mariah S. Hahne
Cedar City, Utah
My eight-year-old son accompanied me to many meetings where I spoke in both English and French. One night he said to me, “Dad, I always like to hear you speak in church.” As I started to thank him for the compliment, he completed his sentence. “You’re always the last speaker.”
Salt Lake City, former president of the Canada Montreal Mission