The Sunday morning one, where we get the main message from the Prophet.
I finally listened to it; it didn't sit right. It was about being of good cheer in tough circumstances. He used three anecdotes to illustrate the possibility of being so. The final one was about an East German with her four children who had to travel from East to West during WWII. She had to walk, a thousand miles apparently. Along the way, each one of her children died -- of starvation. For the first three, she dug the graves in the frozen ground with a teaspoon. For the last one, she dug with her bare hands.
And when she arrived at her destination, now childless, she poured out her heart in faith and thanksgiving.
I found this story not only apocryphal, but counterproductive. Way over the top for the purpose in which it was given. Instead of going to the extremes to illustrate the "be of good cheer in tough circumstances" point, why not use a contemporary example: the overworked, stretched-thin, young father with three callings, moody wife, ornery neighbors, suffering a crisis of faith in an increasingly sterilized and soft Church? Or a mother with a distant husband, carrying the child-raising load alone, isolated in vinyl-fenced surbubia, disconnected from increasingly needy parents, frustrated by catty and superficial Relief Society lessons, checking out of the competitive free-for-all that is modern-day parenting, etc.???
I found his talk utterly useless, frankly. Almost like a fairy tale, an allegory, a parable, and fable. Speak to us like adults, and we'll respond like adults. Speak to us like children and we'll respond like children -- we'll tune out.
I finally listened to it; it didn't sit right. It was about being of good cheer in tough circumstances. He used three anecdotes to illustrate the possibility of being so. The final one was about an East German with her four children who had to travel from East to West during WWII. She had to walk, a thousand miles apparently. Along the way, each one of her children died -- of starvation. For the first three, she dug the graves in the frozen ground with a teaspoon. For the last one, she dug with her bare hands.
And when she arrived at her destination, now childless, she poured out her heart in faith and thanksgiving.
I found this story not only apocryphal, but counterproductive. Way over the top for the purpose in which it was given. Instead of going to the extremes to illustrate the "be of good cheer in tough circumstances" point, why not use a contemporary example: the overworked, stretched-thin, young father with three callings, moody wife, ornery neighbors, suffering a crisis of faith in an increasingly sterilized and soft Church? Or a mother with a distant husband, carrying the child-raising load alone, isolated in vinyl-fenced surbubia, disconnected from increasingly needy parents, frustrated by catty and superficial Relief Society lessons, checking out of the competitive free-for-all that is modern-day parenting, etc.???
I found his talk utterly useless, frankly. Almost like a fairy tale, an allegory, a parable, and fable. Speak to us like adults, and we'll respond like adults. Speak to us like children and we'll respond like children -- we'll tune out.
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