During our road trip a few weeks ago, the girls and I had a long driving day one of the Sundays.
We had looked up a church en route to where we were going that we planned to attend, but when we got there, all bundled up in kind of funny make-shift Sunday “travel” clothes, there were no cars. It must have been a multi-congregation gathering somewhere that day or maybe we just got the information wrong.
So we kept driving and had our own little “church meeting” in the car, just those girls and me. That afternoon, after lots of driving, we decided to try one more church. We just really wanted to at least be able to take the sacrament. To me as a Mormon that’s the most important part of the Sabbath…a time to renew our covenants with God, to ponder ways to always remember Christ and work the understanding of the Atonement more fully into our lives.
When we pulled up in the parking lot at least there were cars, good sign. But as we walked in we realized there weren’t many people there. We asked a lady sitting there in the foyer about timing and she confirmed that yes, darn it, church was over.
So we headed back to the car, glad we at least tried.
But right as we were getting into the car a man called out to us and said, “hey, did you guys want to take the sacrament?” I told him yes, but we knew they were done and we were fine. With a twinkle in his eye he told us to come back in and he’d see if he could help us out. Again I protested, telling him I’m sure he was busy and that it was really no big deal. But he looked at me right in the eye and with so much kindness told me it was a big deal, it was the sacrament after all, and that he wanted to help.
So before we knew it we were whisked in to meet the good-as-gold Bishop who talked to those girls of mine for a minute about how wonderful it was that they had the desire to take the sacrament even on a road trip. Then the two other men brought the four of us into this little classroom and blessed the sacrament and passed it to us with so much love.
It was honestly such a beautiful experience.
After we were through they proceeded to tell the girls that when they were their ages they had no church. They were both converts to the church later in life and they spilled out parts of their stories.
And those stories included amazing missionaries and friends, which of course let me to think of Max out there helping plant seeds in the hearts of people like these men who were brought so much joy because of the gospel in their lives.
Honestly the best Sunday School we’ve ever had.
And one we will surely all remember.
I wonder if these men will understand what lights they were for us that day. That taking those few minutes to show us some great love and helping us partake of the sacrament, they planted seeds in all our hearts to reach out more, to be better, to take the sacrament even more seriously, to contemplate more fully the wonder of our Savior and all He has done for us.
(Yes, we went to church dressed like that…it had been a long day 🙂
I hope they felt at least a little part of our gratitude, and how they helped us magnify the importance of the sacrament in that tiny room in that chapel smack-dab in the middle of our route back home that day.