My Wife, the Chaplain

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One day in 2015, my wife refused to leave the celestial room of the Salt Lake temple until she got an answer to a particular prayer. As she says, she “stomped her foot” and refused to move until she was clear on what her new direction should be. She got a very clear message of love and support that day, but not a compass point to walk towards.

The nest was empty, and she felt she was ready to launch in a new direction. She was persistent and she eventually got the answer she was looking for.

“You go on. You set one foot in front of the other, and if a thin voice cries out, somewhere behind you, you pretend not to hear, and keep going.” —Geraldine Brooks

About four months later (two years ago this month), she was sitting at her desk at home. The message she had gotten at the temple was taped to her computer screen. She was thinking about the message when a clear voice said to her, “Look into chaplain school.”

Well, that’s what she did. With gusto. Within weeks she was accepted and enrolled in a 2,100-hour Clinical Pastoral Education program, eventually becoming a board-certified professional chaplain.

Yesterday was a first. As a chaplain, she can legally perform marriages, and she performed her first marriage of a young couple. She was well prepared. The ceremony was beautiful. And so was she!

“A happy marriage is the union of two good forgivers.” —Ruth Bell Graham

I am very proud of her accomplishment. She followed her heart and didn’t give up. She now works as a hospice chaplain, administering comfort to the dying and grieved. She is setting an example for our three daughters, stretching her limits and breaking down barriers. When most people at our age are ready to ride into the sunset, she galloped into the sunrise. She is truly a remarkable woman. I love her so much, and I am still busting buttons over what she has done. Hurray and bravo, [endearing nickname deleted]!!

An Angel in the Aisle

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I heard a returned missionary speak in sacrament meeting today. He told a story about one of his investigators, Casey, who had been addicted to meth for 27 years. He spent a lot of time on the streets and in jail, and it humbled him. He read the Bible in jail and that helped him start to shuffle off some of his stubbornness.

When Casey got out of jail, things started to look up. He found he could keep his feet under him. He was able to hold down a job. His relationship with God deepened. After he had been clean for nearly 2 years, he met the missionaries and started taking the lessons. He eventually set a baptism date, but needed a personal confirmation that he was doing the right thing.

Casey was at a Walmart one day, shortly before his baptism, having a conversation with his Heavenly Father in the toilet paper aisle. He asked, “Well, God, I’m about to become a Mormon. Is that all right with you?” At the very moment he asked the question, a package of toilet paper fell off an upper shelf and landed right on his head! He wondered “What kind of an answer was that!” though it surely got his attention.

He had been alone in aisle. He walked around to the next aisle and found a woman there he had never seen before. As he approached her, she asked, “Are you a Mormon?”

Casey was taken aback. “No,” he said, “but I am thinking about it.”

“Well,” she said, “you should join the Church.”

“Why do you say that?” he said, “Are you a Mormon?” She said, “No, I’m not, but I just felt like I should say that to you.” Then she turned around and left.

A chance meeting with an angel in a Walmart aisle led Casey to a deep spiritual conviction that he was on the right path. And he took it.