World Cup or Church?
I love soccer, so when the World Cup came to Seoul in 2002 I was very excited. One day my friends invited me to go with them to one of Korea’s matches. I was so happy. But when I found out the game was on Sunday, I told my friends that I couldn’t go with them because I wanted to go to church. I’m glad I can go to church. I know that going to church will help me come closer to Jesus Christ.
The Pen on the Ground
One day I went to the church with my mom because she had a Scout meeting. I saw a pen on the ground and thought about keeping it. Then I realized that somebody was probably looking for it. So I left it there. I’m glad about what I chose to do.
I was helping my four-year-old daughter, Emma, evaluate her clothing to see what we still needed to buy for school. She looked at the clothes spread all over the floor (most of them hand-me-downs) and said, “Oh, Mom! I have so many clothes. I am so lucky! Maybe we should give some of them to [Humanitarian Services] so the little child we saw in the Ensign * can have some, too!”
My heart was touched because she was not complaining about hand-me-downs. Instead, she saw that others had less and wanted to help. Emma is an example of the gratitude we all should have for the blessings our Savior has given us. He blesses us, and we should bless others.
“Church Sends Aid to Ethiopia,” News of the Church, Ensign, Jun. 2003, 76–77.
I Will Not Partake of Things That Are Harmful to Me **
I was at my friend’s house one morning. He had fixed me breakfast, and he asked me if I wanted coffee. I said that I didn’t. He asked me why, and I said that the Word of Wisdom taught me not to drink it.
See My Gospel Standards, Faith in God guidebook, back cover.
One day I went to the store with my mom. I was wearing my patent leather shoes that I call my “church shoes” because I usually wear them only on Sunday. I was very proud of my shiny shoes. The lady who was helping my mom noticed me wiggling my feet and asked me about my shoes. When I told her they were my church shoes, she asked me which church I attended. I looked at my mom because I wasn’t sure I could remember the full name of the Church, and I wanted to make sure I said it right. My mom reminded me of my favorite Primary song. I sang, “I belong to The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints” (Children’s Songbook, 77). The lady smiled and told me that was great. I’m glad the song helped me to remember the Church’s name.
Better Than First Place
One day at school we were having a limbo contest. To do the limbo, you have to walk under a pole without touching it while bending over backwards.
If you touch the pole or the ground, you’re out of the game. When I went under the pole, my knee touched the ground. My teacher didn’t see what happened, so she asked me if I touched the ground. I knew that if I told the truth I would be out, but I told her that my knee touched the ground anyway. I was out of the game, but at the end I got the honesty award. My mom said that was better than first place any day.