Sunday

Morrissey sang a song that goes like this: "Every day is like Sunday.  Every day is silent and grey."  I disagree.  Well, I guess if you can take those things in a positive connotation, then yes.  I mean, silent and grey aren't always bad things.  They say that silence is a rare commodity, and the color grey, in the right shade, is one of my favorite colors.  To me it resembles a form of a quiet dignity, something I have always admired and respected.  But the point is, I believe that Sunday is without a doubt the best day of the week.

Today I was invited to eat lunch at a family's home.  The ironic thing is that this is a family of non-members, and very firm in another faith.  The other ironic thing is that I didn't really know these people except for their daughter Becky, who was one of my high school friends, and who is leaving on a mission trip for her church this month.  She is going to China.  Her parents are leaders in her church. I wasn't really nervous to talk to them; I always knew that they were amazing people and I was excited to talk to them about my mission.  I brought photos to show them.  I had the greatest conversation with Becky's dad, Craig.  He is an incredible man.  When you talk, he has this glow in his eyes and you can feel that he is deeply listening to what you are saying.  He taught me a lot of things, too.  He is the type of guy that you instantly realize that you need to spend a lot more time with, because you learn so much from having a conversation with him.

Fast and testimony meeting at the singles branch in Salem was incredible today.  Summers are the best for that branch because it gets the people from all over.  Tomorrow will be "movie night under the stars."  I'm excited.  I never thought that I would actually be excited for the singles branch activities.  I guess things change.