Plan of Salvation
One Sunday when my daughters were about 4 and 6, we were washing dishes after dinner. We were having a wonderful discussion about the Plan of Salvation and how every spirit needed to receive a body of flesh and blood. I told them my personal belief that sometime during the millennium, the Holy Ghost would receive His body. My 4-year-old asked: "What will He be called then? The Holy Human?"
I am the chorister in Primary. We were learning to sing “Follow the Prophet,” but since the song is so long, I instructed the pianist to skip the chorus so we could focus on the verses. As the children finished the first verse, the pianist went right into the chorus and the children began to sing: "Follow the prophet, follow the prophet, follow the prophet, don’t go astray...." I quickly exclaimed: "We don't have time to follow the prophet!" The primary presidency burst out laughing as I realized the contradictory council I had just given the children.
La Mesa, California
I was looking for children to sing solos for “Follow the Prophet.” A little Sunbeam raised his hand to volunteer. I asked him if he knew what it meant to sing a solo. He confidently nodded yes so I told him that he needed to sing alone. He sweetly sang, in a most melodic tone, the word: "Alone."
La Mesa, California
Ears to Hear
I had "Sounds of the Sabbath" playing on the radio on Sunday. The Primary song "My Heavenly Father Loves Me" came on. When it came to the part "He gave me my ears that I might hear," Natalia looked at me with a disgusted look on her face and said: "Why is he going to give us his ears?"
The House of the Lord
Our 3-year-old daughter had been begging us to take her to see the temple. We decided it would be a good family home evening activity, so that Monday night we drove up and parked on the side street next to the building. My daughter raced out of the car calling out expectantly, "Jesus! Jesus!" and started knocking on the baptismal doors. We smiled at her pure faith.
I decided that a quick look inside the front door wouldn't hurt anything so we walked around the garden to the main entrance. I opened the outer door and allowed her to peek inside. Through the glass inner doors she caught sight of the temple worker checking recommends. He grinned at her and waved sweetly. She turned a light pink and smiled. As we walked back to the car, she looked up at me and announced matter-of-factly: "Daddy, that was not Jesus."
Our 7-year-old son, Dallin, loves to show how smart he is, but sometimes he gets mixed up in his sayings! The other day he said to me: "Mom I could eat all day if you let me!" And I said, "I think that you would get full eventually." Dallin then said to me: "No, Mom, I have an endless bottom."
Faith of our Fathers
Our 8-year-old grandson has always known that he has three fathers: Heavenly Father, his birth father, and the father to whom he is now sealed. In trying to get him excited about family history, I told Ethan about how Charlemagne brought Christianity to Western Europe and added, “He is your forefather.” His eyes went big and he said, “Wow, I thought I only had three fathers!”