I missed my regular Sunday blogpost last week, but I have a real good reason- I suffered a heart attack.
Many people never forget the time and
place of significant events in their lives. When and where they were
married, discovered all-you-can-eat buffets, hit a cow with their
car, etc., The men in my family enjoy a generational history of heart
problems, so I knew it was coming; nevertheless I wasn't
expecting it in the time and place it occurred- early Monday seminary
morning.
Two Monday mornings ago I arrived at
the seminary room at approximately 5:45 am, as I do most mornings, to
make sure the room and the environment is prepared to receive 22
sleepy students seeking spiritual nourishment. As I opened the door
and flicked on the lights, I saw an army of miniature hand-cut hearts
placed lovingly on the desks loaded with words of praise and
encouragement. On the chalkboard someone had written “ Bro. Tait –
I aspire to have the spirit with me as much as you have it with you.”
Our whole class had suffered a heart
attack! Somehow we survived but certainly a memory was made. I
wouldn't mind having another one!
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