Praise to the Man
This past week I've been trying to get through Chup's BYU Alumni Magazine. Not to be dissing my love for soon-to-be UVU, but I do enjoy a good issue of my husband's alma mater's magazine. I like to read the issue when I eat lunch, because eating and reading is multi-tasking perfected. As my pregnancy goes, I can't usually do lunch as it is much easier to delve into a granola bar or peel some string cheese, nothing too coordinated. So as you can follow, if I don't sit down to eat, I rarely sit down to read.
Bless that first paragraph. I don't even know if it makes sense.
Anyway, I had been trying to read an article adapted by President Hinckley's latest devotional at BYU. It was about the virtues in the 13th Article of Faith. As I tried to get through the piece I was repeatedly clouded over with a sense of melancholy. At first I couldn't identify my emotions, but by my third attempt I came to terms with my feelings. I was sad for President Hinckley. I wanted him to be able to rest. I felt his tiredness, his loneliness and desire to go home.
I finished the article on Friday, with a slight lump in my throat. As Chup and I heard the news that he had passed on this evening I felt so happy for him. I know he is with his wife, family and friends because that is the core message of the gospel of Jesus Christ which he shared. We celebrate in the life to come, but in this life, we forget ourselves and "get to work."