I learned in church today

[Northwestcoug]

What about mapping the genome?

It's an incredible achievement. But my point is that it happened almost 100 years after the chemical structure of DNA was elucidated. Mapping the human genome is the result of decades of thousands of discoveries. Some of these are so focused that they track where electrons go in one chemical reaction. Sure, if you compare the technology involved in tracking an electron's path to growing bacteria, there is no question as to which is more intricate. But compare mapping the genome today, relative to the discovery of microorganisms as the cause of many human diseases back in the 1800's. I don't think it has the same scientific shock of when germ theory was being discovered.

[Scorcho]

Last week was our young women’s camp. Our new Bishop opted for a sort of High Adventure Experience for the young woman which was a complete 180 degree difference to the other more sedate camp (boondoggling, nature walks, etc) that my daughter has participated in.

They went repelling, rock-climbing, shotgun shooting and kayaking. My daughter came back on such a high. She talked about how she learned there was a connection between physical exertion and spirituality. She said the hardest part was the rock climbing. They climbed a 60 foot cliff face. She said she was crying, terrified and praying that she could make it to the top. Only 3 of 27 girls made it to the top, and my daughter was the youngest of the three.

It taught her that you can push yourself beyond what you think you are capable of. It’s times like these that I love my ward. I can tell those 4 days at YW Camp made a positive impact with my daughter, who was in need of a spiritual and physical pick me up.

[LA Ute]

Last week was our young women’s camp. Our new Bishop opted for a sort of High Adventure Experience for the young woman which was a complete 180 degree difference to the other more sedate camp (boondoggling, nature walks, etc) that my daughter has participated in.

They went repelling, rock-climbing, shotgun shooting and kayaking. My daughter came back on such a high. She talked about how she learned there was a connection between physical exertion and spirituality. She said the hardest part was the rock climbing. They climbed a 60 foot cliff face. She said she was crying, terrified and praying that she could make it to the top. Only 3 of 27 girls made it to the top, and my daughter was the youngest of the three.

It taught her that you can push yourself beyond what you think you are capable of. It’s times like these that I love my ward. I can tell those 4 days at YW Camp made a positive impact with my daughter, who was in need of a spiritual and physical pick me up.

[Pheidippides]

Last week was our young women’s camp. Our new Bishop opted for a sort of High Adventure Experience for the young woman which was a complete 180 degree difference to the other more sedate camp (boondoggling, nature walks, etc) that my daughter has participated in.

They went repelling, rock-climbing, shotgun shooting and kayaking. My daughter came back on such a high. She talked about how she learned there was a connection between physical exertion and spirituality. She said the hardest part was the rock climbing. They climbed a 60 foot cliff face. She said she was crying, terrified and praying that she could make it to the top. Only 3 of 27 girls made it to the top, and my daughter was the youngest of the three.

It taught her that you can push yourself beyond what you think you are capable of. It’s times like these that I love my ward. I can tell those 4 days at YW Camp made a positive impact with my daughter, who was in need of a spiritual and physical pick me up.

Awesome!

The fact that my wife's YW leaders refused to do activities like this (and were shut down by leadership sometimes) is something that still makes her blood boil.

[Omaha 680]

Awesome!

The fact that my wife's YW leaders refused to do activities like this (and were shut down by leadership sometimes) is something that still makes her blood boil.

We don't have a large enough group of girls in the branch to do a high adventure-style camp, but the stake is sponsoring one this summer. We were out with the YW at the regular stake camp last week, and they are excited for the high adventure. I think our stake YW leaders do a great job.

[Jeff Lebowski]

Awesome!

The fact that my wife's YW leaders refused to do activities like this (and were shut down by leadership sometimes) is something that still makes her blood boil.

Many of our past YW leaders think roughing it means going to a hotel without room service.One year they told the whiny girls "Hang in there. We hate to camp too." Our current ones are pretty cool though.

[SoCalCoug]

Many of our past YW leaders think roughing it means going to a hotel without room service.One year they told the whiny girls "Hang in there. We hate to camp too." Our current ones are pretty cool though.

Maybe if they'd let the girls do fun things, they wouldn't complain as much.

What's boondoggling, anyway?

[The_Douger]

Maybe if they'd let the girls do fun things, they wouldn't complain as much.

What's boondoggling, anyway?

[Blueintheface]

Maybe if they'd let the girls do fun things, they wouldn't complain as much.

What's boondoggling, anyway?

You've heard of NCMO? It's not that.

[Dwight Schr-ute]

You've heard of NCMO? It's not that.

NCMO's create spiritual boondoggling.

[Scorcho]

Many of our past YW leaders think roughing it means going to a hotel without room service.One year they told the whiny girls "Hang in there. We hate to camp too." Our current ones are pretty cool though.

I wouldn’t characterize our YW Leaders as outdoorsish, in fact just the opposite. My daughter said most of the YW Leaders were screaming louder and more frustrated trying to repel and rock climb than the young girls were. However, our Bishop is very outdoorsy and so are his three daughters. I sort of suspect his daughters talked our Bishop into making YW Camp more physical than in years past.

It certainly was refreshing to have the YW mix it up a little bit and do something out of the boring traditional LDS roles for women routine.

[TripletDaddy]

Last week was our young women’s camp. Our new Bishop opted for a sort of High Adventure Experience for the young woman which was a complete 180 degree difference to the other more sedate camp (boondoggling, nature walks, etc) that my daughter has participated in.

They went repelling, rock-climbing, shotgun shooting and kayaking. My daughter came back on such a high. She talked about how she learned there was a connection between physical exertion and spirituality. She said the hardest part was the rock climbing. They climbed a 60 foot cliff face. She said she was crying, terrified and praying that she could make it to the top. Only 3 of 27 girls made it to the top, and my daughter was the youngest of the three.

It taught her that you can push yourself beyond what you think you are capable of. It’s times like these that I love my ward. I can tell those 4 days at YW Camp made a positive impact with my daughter, who was in need of a spiritual and physical pick me up.

That sounds awesome. My MIL just returned from a week at girl's camp. They went to a camp that is a 10 minute drive from their house. My MIL said that the most fun part of camp was playing pranks on each other and having water fights. My MIL came home and slept in her own bed twice during the week.

[LA Ute]

Many of our past YW leaders think roughing it means going to a hotel without room service.One year they told the whiny girls "Hang in there. We hate to camp too." Our current ones are pretty cool though.

We kind of alternate between "rough camping," which means the girls have to pitch tents and learn to cook over a fire, and cabin camping, which means they go a campground with cabins. I think it's a nice balance.

[TripletDaddy]

Since this is F&T day, just wanted to express my gratitude for those that bring really delicious bread for Sac. Today as I was sitting in my seat waiting for the tray to come my way, I noted that wheat bread was on the menu. I am generally not a fan of wheat bread for Sac because more often than not it is dry and tastes terrible. As the tray neared my hand, I was resigned to a mouthful of mealy, somewhat course quasi-transubstantiation.

As a side note, picking the right piece of Sac is an art unto itself. If I get the sense that the bread is ok, I will "accidentally" grab a piece that is hooked onto another piece and then gobble up both. If the bread is wheat or an otherwise unappealing looking white, I always search the fringes for the final tiny pieces that have been hastily shredded up before the final verse of the Sac hymn. Smaller pieces are less offensive to the taste.

In this instance, I only had a brief second to peruse the offerings and unfortunately I didn't see any tiny niblets. To the contrary, the pieces today seemed unusually large. I was disappointed and somewhat annoyed at the thoughtless priests in our ward that needed a lesson in quality control. Having no choice due to previous covenants I had made in the company of witnesses, I picked the nearest piece.

As I picked it up, I noticed immediately that the bread was cooler to the touch than a standard sac bread. It wasn't so cold that you get that foreboding dread the accompanies the realization that you are eating still frozen old bread that wasn't even thawed before it was brought to Church. It was distinctly below room temperature and, to the extent possible, refreshing.

I also noted that the bread was very dense. This was a heavy clump of dough, not a light, dry toast. It felt akin to those delicious samples you pick up at Great Harvest or some other local bakery. I was intrigued.

Sensing the possibility of something pleasant, I decided to test the consistency of the bread. As I slowly lifted it to my mouth (with my right hand, of course), I gently squeezed the generous portion between my fingers. springy, thick, but otherwise firm (not THAT, sickos!). I was transfixed.

As the sac neared my mouth, I realized that I knew this bread, I had seen and tasted this bread before. It was delicious bread from my past....all the samples from bakeries, stores, and various homes in my wards. I was ready to partake.

Sure enough, my instincts were correct. As I ate the bread, I looked over to my wife and she was smiling as much as I was. We both knew that we were eating something special and eating it together as a couple. It was a bonding moment. Also, it turns out that the bread was homemade bread made by my wife's visiting teacher. No wonder I knew this bread. I had eaten before! This was the same type of bread that was left at our home and that I ate without sharing, on many occasions.

Anyhow, my heart is beating really fast right now and I would feel really ungrateful if I didn't type this out and publicly thank that little Asian woman that visit teaches my wife and brings some of the best sac bread I have ever experienced.

[Shaka]

Since this is F&T day, just wanted to express my gratitude for those that bring really delicious bread for Sac. Today as I was sitting in my seat waiting for the tray to come my way, I noted that wheat bread was on the menu. I am generally not a fan of wheat bread for Sac because more often than not it is dry and tastes terrible. As the tray neared my hand, I was resigned to a mouthful of mealy, somewhat course quasi-transubstantiation.

As a side note, picking the right piece of Sac is an art unto itself. If I get the sense that the bread is ok, I will "accidentally" grab a piece that is hooked onto another piece and then gobble up both. If the bread is wheat or an otherwise unappealing looking white, I always search the fringes for the final tiny pieces that have been hastily shredded up before the final verse of the Sac hymn. Smaller pieces are less offensive to the taste.

In this instance, I only had a brief second to peruse the offerings and unfortunately I didn't see any tiny niblets. To the contrary, the pieces today seemed unusually large. I was disappointed and somewhat annoyed at the thoughtless priests in our ward that needed a lesson in quality control. Having no choice due to previous covenants I had made in the company of witnesses, I picked the nearest piece.

As I picked it up, I noticed immediately that the bread was cooler to the touch than a standard sac bread. It wasn't so cold that you get that foreboding dread the accompanies the realization that you are eating still frozen old bread that wasn't even thawed before it was brought to Church. It was distinctly below room temperature and, to the extent possible, refreshing.

I also noted that the bread was very dense. This was a heavy clump of dough, not a light, dry toast. It felt akin to those delicious samples you pick up at Great Harvest or some other local bakery. I was intrigued.

Sensing the possibility of something pleasant, I decided to test the consistency of the bread. As I slowly lifted it to my mouth (with my right hand, of course), I gently squeezed the generous portion between my fingers. springy, thick, but otherwise firm (not THAT, sickos!). I was transfixed.

As the sac neared my mouth, I realized that I knew this bread, I had seen and tasted this bread before. It was delicious bread from my past....all the samples from bakeries, stores, and various homes in my wards. I was ready to partake.

Sure enough, my instincts were correct. As I ate the bread, I looked over to my wife and she was smiling as much as I was. We both knew that we were eating something special and eating it together as a couple. It was a bonding moment. Also, it turns out that the bread was homemade bread made by my wife's visiting teacher. No wonder I knew this bread. I had eaten before! This was the same type of bread that was left at our home and that I ate without sharing, on many occasions.

Anyhow, my heart is beating really fast right now and I would feel really ungrateful if I didn't type this out and publicly thank that little Asian woman that visit teaches my wife and brings some of the best sac bread I have ever experienced.

Why are you wasting this on us? You should be at the pulpit expressing your appreciation!


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