My dad and I never left our seats immediately after the benediction at Marriot Center devotionals and such. We’d stay where we were chatting and watching the people leaving. Often we’d stay as long as 15 minutes after waiting for the parking lot to clear.
Now, I value that time I spent with my father a great deal. My dad was a very busy man who couldn’t abide wasted time. His insistence on remaining to savour the moment following spiritual events impressed me very deeply.]]>
Here’s an idea that worked every time when I lived in Utah: walk to the stake center. I always got home before my neighbors who drove. If you live far away, just park three blocks from the stake center and it’ll still work.]]>
78 Wherefore, they are bodies terrestrial, and not bodies celestial, and differ in glory as the moon differs from the sun.
78.5 These are they who sneak out of stake conference just before the closing prayer.
79 These are they who are not valiant in the testimony of Jesus; wherefore, they obtain not the crown over the kingdom of our God.
I like to park at the back and develop my charity (and the patience of those behind me) by letting people pull out of their parking spaces in front of me.]]>
This reminds me of when I had parking lot duty for Stake Conference. Mostly blocked the lot because is was full and politely guided people down the street. Most everyone was very polite, including the elderly and physically challenged even though they had to walk much further then they’d hoped. Through all this comes a 20-something punk single adult (yes, from my ward ashamed to say) in his cherry red convertible and double parks in the lot right next to the door before I could get to him! The nerve…
Vegas is still the worst place I’ve ever driven in my life…followed by Utah.]]>