A Moment that Time Stood Still

A Moment that Time Stood Still

A week ago was conference weekend. As with prior conferences there were statements made, some veiled, some blatant about LGBT people/members. The one that hurt the most was our being counterfeit people living counterfeit lives. I was able to push those thoughts away, thinking I had found my peace.

Come forward to Pride weekend. Friends invited me to join them for the parade. I was with them at the north end of 3rd Street. Quickly the haters started working the crowd and the haters were at the corner of 3rd Street and Indian School spewing vile words like I have never heard from ‘Christians’. Thankfully, another organization turned up their music so loud the hateful words were drowned out. The parade started.
As always my emotions came up knowing I was in safe and good company. Then the group, Mormons Building Bridges was coming. I was left with feelings of despair from the words of hatred the prior week. The group was now at my feet. All I could think was just move on, leave me alone.
Then a Mormon mother spied me along the route and gently nudged her 10-11 year old boy my way. He came over and melted in my arms and stayed. Then placed a sticker on my chest saying I had been hugged by a Mormon. As I am typing tears are welling up in my eyes. That was a moment that time stood still. In that moment I felt more love and compassion from a 10 year old boy that I had from decades of General Authorities.

Bless you for having the insight to gather good people around you who have the heart to touch other’s lives. Ah, but if there were only 15 million more like minded the world would know a force of love to reckon with. Best to you and yours.