Two posts from me today, aren’t you lucky? I was over on Eden’s blog and was reminded of a story that happened to me in my last ward. It was kind of funny, but at the same time it kind of ticked me off. I didn’t really care for this bishop anyway (ducking lightning) but this cinched it. If I hadn’t been moving I probably would have gone inactive! LOL.
First of all a friend of mine was in the ward (congregation) primary presidency. Primary is the Sunday School for children under the age of 12. Her son had been called on a mission and they hadn’t yet found someone to substitute for the class that he taught. Five year olds. I wonder why they couldn’t find someone…. Anyway, she asked me if I would be willing to take the class until someone else was called. I said sure. I don’t know what I was thinking. Of course if there’s someone in there battling the demons, er, uh, I mean, teaching the class, of course nobody is going to be in a hurry to get someone called. The other thing was, the bishop’s
demon spawn son was in this class. I have a son too, who by some miracle and a lot of divine intervention has reached the age of 23. He has ADD, and believe me, he was a holy terror growing up. I’m by no means unable to handle unruly children. Maybe it was the fact that this was the bishop’s son and subconsciously I was afraid to go take him to his parents week after week after week, but after about 3 months the strain of this class was beginning to get to me. Luckily, we were preparing to move out of the ward (or I swear I would have had a nervous breakdown, living on the edge as I do anyway) so I told my friend that I couldn’t teach the class any more. I also have to admit that Primary was the last 2 blocks (hours) of church, and I usually skipped sacrament meeting to stay home and prepare my lesson being the eternal procrastinator that I am.
Well, the Sunday after I taught my last class I went to Sacrament meeting and the bishop comes up to me, extends his hand and says, “Hello, I’m Bishop XZY. I don’t think we’ve met before.” WHAT??!! I just looked at him, took his hand and said, “Bishop, of course you know me, I’ve been teaching your son’s primary class for the past 3 months.” So he says, “Oh yes, Sister K! I heard you were moving, we’re really going to miss you.” Again – WHAT?!?! Thirty seconds ago you didn’t even KNOW me and now you’re going to MISS ME WHEN I’M GONE? I just stared at him. Whatever. I mean, he could have recovered by saying something like, “Oh, did you cut your hair” or “I’m sorry I just didn’t recognize you”, but to tell me they were going to miss me after that… Oh well. It’s not like we live in Utah and have huge wards here in the middle of nowhere either, and I had been in to talk to him about some other things on occasions. I guess I wouldn’t have felt so bad if it had been anyone else in the ward, but the bishop…? It really ticked me off at the time, but in retrospect I have to laugh about it. And I’m just glad I never have to worry about being bishop.