“If God Knew, Then Why Would He Call Him As Bishop?”
Before I was a teenager my best friend’s dad was my bishop. It was he who initially defined what I understood as the role of a bishop. I figured his family was more righteous than ours because he didn’t let his sons watch the Seahawks on Sunday (my wicked father and I watched football every Sunday together). They were the perfect Mormon family. It wasn’t until years later that I discovered that the entire time as bishop he was living in an adulterous relationship.
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