5 posts tagged “lds”
Note: I received this by E-Mail a few years ago, but foolishly discarded it. It took me awhile to find ti again, but here it is, in all it's glory.
10. Paul H. Dunn
I remember back in WWII that I ate a Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup. Back then, they were big enough to live on for a week. Being the only soldier to have survived the battle in my brigade, I really didn’t know If I could eat it or not, but I remember my fallen buddy’s words as he died in my arms: “Paul, if you just take one bite at a time you can tackle anything.” So I took that giant cup and, breaking it with the bat Babe Ruth gave me after I struck him out with two outs in the bottom ofthe ninth in the seventh game of the World Series, proceeded to wolf down the tiny morsels.
9. David B. Haight
Imagine 70 years ago on a rough road between Idaho and Logan. There were only Circle K’s, no 7-11’s. You had to bring your Peanut Butter Cups with you. Ruby and I split one for the first time in 1937.
8. Dallin H. Oaks
The Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup challenges us to consume. From the beginning there have been three steps in eating a Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup. First, remove the wrapper. This is best done quickly, by turning the cup over, grasping the outer fold and pulling away from the bottom. Second…
7. Joseph B. Wirthlin
When I was young I would sprint to the corner store, buy a Reese’s and run my hand through my hair before taking it down in one bite. These days I don’t sprint, and I have no hair, but the peanut butter cup remains.
6. Richard G. Scott
If you have not eaten a Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup, I plead with you. Eat one now. Enjoy the chocolate, the peanut butter. Do not delay. If you have thought, “That’s not for me,” I plead with you to reconsider. Of all foods I treasure, this one was the first.
5. M. Russell Ballard
The time has come when members of the church need to reach out to our friends and share a cup, a peanut butter cup. It is not enough to raise a chocolate bar, it must now have peanut butter.
4. Boyd K. Packer
In all my years, I have always eaten my Reese’sPeanut Butter Cups the same way—the established way we have been instructed to eat them. There is a far greater evil in this world, though—those who believe they can eat their cups in a way unconventional to the time-honored manner. We must be true and faithful and eat our Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups in the customary and recognized approach as it has heretofore been established.
3. Neal A. Maxwell
I intentionally initiate the delicious design of the deglutition of a Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup by nibbling a negligible nit of the culinary creamy cavalcade. It is exclusively through small entities that the great things are fabricated.
2. Thomas S. Monson
I remember I ate my first Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup when I was a tender lad of eight. My mother came up to me, and with a loving twinkle in her eye, asked, ‘Tommy, are you eating a Reese’s?’
And I would invariably smile up to her, ‘Yes, yes, I am.’
‘But Tommy, did you know that Sister Jensen next door hasn’t eaten a Reese’s Cup in years?’ My young mind thought upon the plight of my neighbor. Tears were shed. Hearts were gladdened. A cup was shared.
1. J. Golden Kimball
Hell, Heber, I’ll eat a Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup any damned way I want!
Yesterday we went to the Temple. It was a good time. The old Temple Worker was the most confused man I've seen. He was pretty funny.
I woke up pretty late today since I was up really late last night. I spent most of the day working on music and doing Laundry. I got a job Interview at Granite Hills. Please say some prayers or do whatever it is you do for me 'cause I need a job really bad.
At five Chris came over and we practiced some of our songs.
At 6:45 we showed up at It's A Grind Coffee where we'd be playing a free show along with Mark Velásquez.
It took a long time to get things started and for people to show up. It was pretty redonkulous and you could tell it was whiggin' Mark out. Mark played first to a really good crowd. Let me just say this kid is an amazing songwriter and he really ups the ante for me personally. he makes me want to do better.
After Mark Chris and I set up and played what I felt was a pretty good set. it seemed really awkward, but I liked how everything "felt" if that makes any sense. We did a sped-up pop-punk version of "Brent, Your Sister's Hot" which got puzzled looks from the crowd and a big grin from Mark, who I think got what we were doing.
Yeah ok, I'm going to admit it here and now, it's really fun to mess with the crowd at shows. I don't know what it is, but it keeps things fresh to just really throw 'em for a loop.
After the show I hopped in a packed car with Joe, Ginger, Kori, and Vanessa
Our next destination was an Airplane Hanger at which some of our friends work. A sort of party was already taking place (as much of a party as you can have with a bunch of Mormon kids)
. When we got there I thought, "how can this place be cool at all, it's in the middle of nowhere?" Boy how I was wrong. This hanger was fully equipped. I'm talking pooltable, fooseball table,
Still, it felt pretty awkward sine all of these friends of mine were there and I didn't get invited to the thing. Kinda' bummed me out. I just went 'cause Vanessa was invited. The whole experience really got me thinking. I really love my friends that stick by me and don't treat me like crap.
Tonight my friends and I were being our usual obnoxious selves at a restaurant. A friend had what appeared to be a leather strap around his fingers. I asked him, "what is that?! I thought it was a phylactery." It turned out to be a ring. I turned out to be more blind than I imagined.
For those who don't know what a phylactery is, they are part of worship in some Jewish sects. It's leather bands which you wear around your arms, hands, and around your head. Here's a picture:
Later on as we were talking, an older lady got up and, putting her hand on my shoulder, said, "Excuse me, you should think 'are there any Jewish people here?' before you make a racist remark like that!"
I was quite stunned because I could not even think about what I could have said which could be construed as anti-semitic. I then remembered the comment about phylacteries. The lady left upset and minutes later the manager of the restaurant came out and chastised us for being racist.
I want people to understand one thing. I am not racist. In fact, I have a profound interest in different cultures and races. Today I was studying about Jewish History, learning abit of Hebrew, and history. I love my Hebrew homies! I don't look down upon them at all and am in no way prejudiced against them.
I don't hate Jews, and I don't hate African-American's. I don't hate Hispanic people. I don't hate Asians. I find value in every culture and enjoy learning about them. You may ask, "how do you know you're not racist?" Because I have experienced racism.
While serving as a missionary for my church in Oklahoma my missionary companion and I taught a number of black people in downtown Oklahoma City. The members of the ward had utter disdain for anyone we brought to church who was black. Our ward mission leader often said things like this, "well elders, you can teach 'em but I really don't think that's going to go anywhere."
This attitude was all over that state. I had never experienced anything like that back home in Southern California, especially not in the Church which is usually very accepting of differing races. This is how I know I am not racist. I have never felt that way. I have never judged someone negatively based on their skin color or ethnicity.
So why even bring this up? I'm so sick of the racial tension that seems to be growing every day in this country. A lot of it I feel can be contributed to media coverage. When the television lens is constantly focused on ignorance is it any wonder we adopt some stupidity ourselves? Another good portion of our problem comes from people being all to willing to take offense and be victimized. Tonight that lady chose to be offended by something I said which was not intended to be offensive.
What can we do? We can all choose to be more accepting, and more patient with people. We shouldn't get so sensitive when discussions racial, ethnic, or cultural issues. If we are open and honest, and discuss these things in a understanding way then we will have good experiences and grow.
So from me to that Lady, "I'm sorry if I offended you. I didn't mean too. But seriously, just chillax."
