Bearing Testimony to Your Children
At a neighborhood get-together, one man said he didn’t believe in family home evenings because the atmosphere was artificial; it was not a natural relationship. Another disagreed. He said that as a youth he had longed to know his father’s feelings about religion. When approached about a mission, his decision would have been different if he had known his father had a testimony. As it was, he elected not to go. His parents went to church and paid tithing, but they never talked about their beliefs; they never bore their testimonies to their children.
Because of this discussion, I was impressed with the importance of bearing testimony to our children, and I realize that family home evening is one of our best opportunities. , Salt Lake City, Utah
I slipped into the chapel as quietly as I could, yet several heads turned to stare at me. I knew I was breathing as if I had just run the hundred-yard dash.
“This has got to stop,” I thought as I tried to calm myself by listening to the prelude music. I knew I was getting up early enough; still, there was always this mad dash to get to church on time. Where was I going wrong?
Then, as the music brought a calmness to my soul, I found myself remembering the little song I had sung so many times with Primary children: “Saturday is a special day, it’s the day we get ready for Sunday.” I recalled my own dear mother and the days of my childhood when all Sunday clothes were pressed on Saturday, the shoes polished, a batch of beans set to soak, and a cake made with one corner left un-iced, as my father didn’t like frosting.
When Sunday morning came, we donned our “Sunday best,” and the beans were set on the back of the wood and coal stove to cook slowly while mother and her brood of nine were off to Sunday School.
What great lessons we can learn from the past. Yes, Saturday has become a special day. It’s now the day my family gets ready for Sunday. , Tropic, Utah
Making One Plus One Equal at Least Three
Yesterday morning, when I looked at the list of things that needed to be done that day, I almost went back to bed. It would either take three days or a miracle to get through the whole list. Well, the miracle came in the form of a forgotten little principle—accomplishing more than one objective with an activity. With a little thought, I discovered I could put one and one together and come up with more than two.
Some of my objectives were: 1) to spend some time with the children, 2) to get in some vigorous exercise, and 3) to bathe all the children before bed.
We went swimming together and showered off at the pool, accomplishing all three in one activity.
I also needed to prepare dinner and to welcome our new neighbors. So I cooked enough for an army, took one dinner over to the neighbors, fed my family one, and froze one for our own use at a later time.
When I picked up my counselors for a meeting last night, I handed each an agenda for a discussion en route. We took care of some Relief Society business as we traveled.
It’s amazing how much can be accomplished with a little coordination of objectives! , Lehi, Utah