Wedneday surprises
I spent most of Wednesday cleaning my bedroom. We are finally getting Karel’s bed on Friday so that means over the next week Karel will be moving into the third bedroom that we use as our computer room. We have to split the computers between our rooms, hence the clean up. We have to much junk anyway.
I think one of the reasons I have problems cleaning my house is that for me cleaning always means good cleaning. Which just isn’t necessary all the time. And that is a big job and therefore draining, so I don’t want to do it and don’t. But for some goofy reason I can’t just tidy up. OH, well, things to work on.
My son cracked me up yesturday while we were watching tv. We were watching the Progressive Ins. commercial where the girl is at an online voodoo site cursing her boyfriend who is out with another girl. My son looks at me and says something like, “So mom, is that a good website for you?” I took one look at him, slightly startled, and broke out laughing. He looked very pleased with himself for making me laugh.
I got a call on Tuesday night from one of the members of my Bishopric who wanted me to come in on Wednesday and talk about something. Mormons do not have paid positions in our church. Everything is done by volunteers. The auxilery heads are responsible for getting inspiration from God about who would be best at that time to fill the positions they are responsible for supervising. The Bishopric pick the auxilery heads, and then the auxilery heads pick their counselors and teachers and whatnot. Then once they have their names they take them for a final prayer approval by the Bishopric to make sure that the person in question is approved of, so to speak, and then they invite that person to take the position. Most people don’t say no, some do, it’s up to the person.
So when I recieved that phone call I knew what it meant. And since I knew that the Relief Society positions were getting new people, it didn’t take alot of brain power to figure out what I was going to be asked about. However, given that, I was not prepared to be asked to serve in the position of the Relief Society secretary. If the Bishop is the Father of the Ward, then the Relief Society President is the Mother of the Ward. These Two positions are the two most important and most dreaded callings to get. They also can be the most rewarding. I’m already the choir director and I made sure they weren’t going to release me from that calling, they aren’t, so I accepted the responsibility. I’ll be set apart on Sunday.
It always amuses me when I run into people who think that women are second class citizens in my church. They get this erroneous idea I think from the fact that women don’t hold the Priesthood and therefore can’t hold certain positions within the church, such as the Bishop and a few male positions. I just have to laugh. Not even the men want these positions. But for every position of male authority, there is a position of female authority. We are two sides of a coin, each with our own important jobs to do.
We like to joke that God gave men the Priesthood so that they wouldn’t feel left out. And really between running our families and filling the MANY positions that women have to fill in my church. We do not need more responsiblity. We have alot to do and frankly are happy to have positions in our church that we can’t be called to do. Besides the whole point of having callings within church is to have a chance to exercise our talents, serve others and to grow spiritually.
If your hipped on “power” positions, you definately won’t last long because your own selfish tendancies will get in the way and stop you from benefitting from your calling. I truely think this is what Paul was trying to talk about in that one Epistle that pisses everybody off because they think it’s talking about women as not good enough for certain positions. The men have certain responsiblities so that they can exercise their particular talents and grow and the same goes for women. No position is more important then the others because without them all, a ward could not function. The same can be said for marriages. There is a delicate balance needed between the roles of men and women, however you want to define them, and when that balance is tilted it screws up everything and nothing works as smoothly as it should.




July 6th, 2003 at 12:55 pm
I want to know who wrote the commercial about Noah and the mosquito. That is the best one I have EVER seen.
July 6th, 2003 at 1:08 pm
I never got a chance to see that one, but I hear that it’s good.