Wednesday, June 4, 2014

Too Honest to Teach

In the LDS church, our teachers and leaders are everyday people like me! No one gets paid, no one is a specialist, it's just a bunch of regular people doing their best to serve. We rotate around different positions, that we refer to as "callings" based off of "inspiration" and let's be honest, convenience. The last few years have found me in the children's organization, we Mormons call "Primary." It was not my favorite place to be, and I admit that I counted down the unknown number of months I was assigned there, more than I should have.

Back in March, I was finally given a new calling/position/assignment. I was thrilled! It's actually been my "dream calling" for years now....Relief Society instructor. Which is teaching once a month the adult women in our church congregation. Between a couple of different church conferences and my traveling abroad, I finally taught my first lesson last week.

I'm not going to mention the title of the lesson here, because the lesson in itself was a huge struggle for me. It was based from a past General Conference talk and seemed to me to be more of a platform about a certain political issue than a goodwill talk. I took the liberty to take a more broad approach to the talk, and one of the subtopics we discussed was having greater love for those around us.

And in the course of such a Christlike theme and discussion, somehow my big mouth shared that the greeters at Wal-Mart bug me. Like the kind of bug me that I don't greet them, and my children have been known to say, "Mom, they said, "Hi" to you and you ignored them. That's rude."

Oh those proud moments when I really shine as a mother.

Among the group of women in our class, one comment briefly reacted to my admittance, and one hand (from a Wal-Mart employee no less) was waiting in the wings, until I really had to move on as time was out. I PROMISE.

Oh dear.
Me and my big mouth.

On the bright side, I had three people come up to me in the week since and tell me how much they appreciated my honesty, and one of them even admitted to disliking the Wal-Mart greeters too. She claims more probably feel the same way we do, but few would admit it. I'm not sure I agree. There are a lot of nice people out there.

And those nice people are probably the ones that the Relief Society lesson the week after mine, taught by no other than the Relief Society President herself was not worried about internalizing. I feel unequivocally and positively certain that the next week's lesson was for me. And me alone.

It was on charity.
And I quote from the good ole' Bible itself:

Chairty suffereth long, and is kind... Doth not behave itself unseemly..is not easily provoked.
I Corinthians 13:4-5

Bet you can't guess what I've been working on in the days since Sunday?
Suffering longer, being more kind, behaving more seemly and being less easily provoked.

AND,
While I'm at it, I'm going to work on being less honest in my admittance about myself and my flaws, and learn to keep my mouth shut more. Oh! And while I'm working on self-improvements, I'll try harder to respond to people that greet me.

It's hard.  Although I'll have you know I walked into Wal-Mart the other day prepared. I had a smile plastered on my face, my hand already in waving position, only to be greeted by...
NO-ONE.

What? No Wal-Mart greeter?! Since when is there no greeter at Wal-Mart? Especially when I'm embarking on some great self-improvement plan!

I tried.

(P.S. It makes Mike crazy when I don't have a photo attached to a post. But I really don't have one that I think would fit. Of course a photo of a Wal-Mart greeter would be appropriate, but I don't think my newfound niceness is quite ready yet to take a selfie with one. But you never know what I might aspire to next....after all, even just my attempt to be kinder/more charitable may be shocking to some.)

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