My New Calling
Jun 2nd, 2008 by Stephen Erastus Knudsen III
I have prayed about this and come to the understanding that the Lord is testing me. It is like on my mission, when I was AP, and I met the Sanchez family. Brother Sanchez would have made a great bishop, but he was stuck in the primary teaching the CTR-Bs.
Likewise, I would make a great bishop, but for some reason the Lord wants me in primary for now. There must be some young minds who need molding — a few approaching the age of accountability who are being taught false traditions in their homes. I look forward to correcting them each week. But I feel like Abraham, or Job. The Lord has great things in store for me, it says so in my patriarchal blessing. But I am being asked to be patient and to wait. I will miss my old job as ward clerk. I was so sure it was a stepping stone to the bishopric. Oh well, I will go and do, brothers and sisters. I will go and do.
what makes you think that you are so righteous that the lord needs to test you? How can so many be so self righteous to think this?
Because I have never missed a day of church, or even the weekend evening stake and ward conference meetings that some members view as “optional.” I always say my morning, afternoon, and evening prayers. I pay my tithing early, and while I continue to follow the guidance in the white missionary handbook prohibiting excessive fasting, I still pay the equivalent of 5 meals in fast offerings instead of the more common, less-valiant rule of 2. I keep a year supply, and can all my own food. I keep the word of wisdom and vigilently avoid those who do not. I have never had an impure thought and I constantly hum church hymns just in case. I rarely laugh and when I do it is never loud. I share the gospel with everyone I meet, even the people who I can tell would make terrible Mormons. I complete my hometeaching on the first day of every month, sometimes within the first hour if my assigned families’ doors are not locked. I can quote the scriptures forwards and sideways, but not backwards (because that is of the devil). I hold family home evening every monday night, even though I live on my own. And on top of all that, I obey all traffic regulations, I never pop a grape in my mouth at the grocery store without paying for it up at the register, and I keep myself impeccably groomed.
Shall I keep going? Of course the Lord is going to test me. And I am going to pass with flying colors every time. Because many are called, but few are Knudsen.
You are like the Dwight of the Mormon world.