Matt’s post reminded me of my closest encounter with a general authority. It must have been ten years ago, when I was a single BYU student living with my parents, that Richard C. Edley, first counselor in the presiding bishopric, visited our stake for a stake conference. Bishop Edgley is some sort of cousin of my dad’s so my dad had his people (himself) get in touch with Bishop Edgley’s people and invited him and his wife to our house for dinner after the meeting and he accepted.
I think we had a pretty small group for dinner. It might’ve just been my parents, myself, a couple of siblings, and the Edgleys. I don’t remember what we served for dinner. I seem to remember teriyaki chicken with corn and mashed potatoes, which is about as fancy as it ever got for us. I do remember that I was self conscious about our lower class house and our damned stinky dog. I imagined that all general authorities live in big, immaculately clean houses, and if they had dogs they would be well-behaved and not stink up the place. [If anyone has firsthand knowledge as to whether or not this is true, go ahead and share. If there are GA's with stinky dogs, it would be nice to know.]
I recognized then that I had a great opportunity to get some questions answered. It’s not often that your average member gets to sit down for a long, casual conversation with a GA. And I did have some pressing questions. So amid the pleasantries and talk of shared ancestors and Aunt So-and-so I looked for the right opportunity to raise my concerns. Beforehand I had told my mom that I had some questions for the bishop and I think it was her that told Bishop Edgley that I had something on my mind to ask him.
I had the floor, all eyes on me. The Bishop, a man who I figured could make things happen, was listening. I let him have it (paraphrasing): “So, what’s with parking at BYU? There’s, like, no parking within a reasonable distance. Even if I bought a Y-lot pass, the ones next to campus are always packed.”
His answer: “Ride the bus. Or ride a bike.”
Ride the bus. Or ride a bike.
That, my friends, is straight from the mouth of a GA. Words to live by.