It was a Sunday afternoon shortly after church and I just laid the two babies down for their daily nap. Just about then, Convert had a phone call by one of the members of the church whom he was assigned to as home teacher. He spoke on the phone for only a moment or two, then hung up the receiver while explaining to me about the call. He said he needs to go because one of the females of that members family was in the hospital and Convert needed to go give a priesthood blessing to her. He checked his consecrated (blessed) oil that hung on his key ring, then he turned to me and said that he doesn't know how long he'll be gone.
I didn't think much of his need to leave, I just thought how he was called out to do his priesthood duty and fulfill his responsibility to the church. After Convert left, I cleaned the table from lunch and then sat down on the couch to get some rest before the children woke up. I was on the edge of dozing off went the phone rang. The sudden noise woke me up, so I got up and answered it. The voice on the other end was Convert. He said he was calling from the hospital and he wanted to let me know that the girl was going to be fine. Then he said, "I've got my arm around her, are you jealous?" I thought that it was a weird question, but I answered him, "No." I was uncomfortable with the situation. At first I thought of how inappropriate his actions were. And, "Why would he call me and ask such a dumb question?"
Convert got home a few hours later and I didn't confront him about the phone conversation we had. He briefly spoke of the situation that put that young lady in the hospital and then afterwards he took a nap. Me, I tended to the children who have sense woke up and were into just about everything.
A few years later when Convert and I moved to Utah from Michigan, the family who took us into their apartment was none-the-less but the family of this young gal that Convert saw in the hospital. The family treated us like their own and I was grateful for them opening their home to us while Convert found a job.
The relationship between Convert and that young lady will never be made known to me. However, my gut feeling tells me that Convert used a priesthood blessing as an excuse to be with someone that quite possibly really didn't need consecrated oil and laying on of hands. If there was oil and hands used, I know it wasn't used for God's purpose.
The Priesthood Blessing
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
3 comments:
First of all, thanks for sharing a great story without distorting the Church’s teachings. This is the first post I’ve seen that remains factual, so a very sincere thank you!
Secondly, I just want to empathize with you: if “Convert” really did use the Priesthood as an excuse to cheat on you, that is so incredibly inexcusable that I can’t even begin to describe it. Honestly, handmaiden… virtual (and completely platonic!) *hugs* on this one.
Jeff,
Thank you for the kind words.
Jeff if you are talking about Mormonism, she is not distorting anything but is being very factual and very honest. I have had dealings with the Mormon church myself and everything that she has said has only confirmed what I already know. You can fool some of the people some of the time, but not all of the people all of the time. Although you can fool yourself to a great degree. You are not worthy to tie her shoelaces.
"If there was oil and hands used, I know it wasn't used for God's purpose."
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It makes me wonder was he just so handsome or something? My mother married because of looks alone. My father was a real good looker. He was also an abusive alcoholic. I do not think that I could possibly have a normal relationship with a woman after what I experienced growing up. What I witnessed between my mother and my father. The terrible fear and anxiety that I lived with all through my childhood. Such anxiety and fear that it is ingrained into my heart and mind. Yet my father has more then tried to make up for it now. Whether its out of sincerity or necessity God only knows. I forgive him for all of that, although it has left a terrible mark upon my mental psyche. Guys like Convert and my Father do not understand the terrible consequences that their actions have. People talk about family and how important they are. Me, I find it hard to even feel anything for them. I did not even cry at my brothers funeral a few years back. Although I loved him, people who have never been through hell already, fall apart over the smallest things. I couldn't even imagine what it is like to have had a happy home, or loving parents. Evil men leave scars and suffering in their wake. Women should be more careful who they tie the knot with. Not only will they suffer but their kids as well.
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