A son went to ask his father for money. Their conversation went something like this:
Father: I’m busy. Be short.
Son: I will. I am.
(Best-Loved Humor of the LDS People. P. 50)
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Camilla Kimball’s deaf sister stayed with the [Elder Spencer and Camilla] Kimballs for twenty-five years. After her death, Elder Kimball’s son Ed, meaning to be helpful, asked him, “Do you want me to call [my brothers] Andy and Spencer to tell them about Aunt Mary’s death?”
“Yes,” he replied, “Would you please.”
“Would you like me to call one of them before the other?”
Elder Kimball paused, “Yes”
(Best-Loved Humor of the LDS People, p. 53).
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A successful young man came to Golden after being asked to go on a mission. He had been successful with his team of horses and wagon and was reluctant to go. He stopped by Golden’s ranch for counsel. “Should I accept this mission call? I have a good business going here and a promising future. I can get married soon and raise a family. Accepting a mission call at this time would be a real hardship. What should I do, Brother Kimball?”
Golden felt the young man’s anguish. Earlier in his life, he too had to leave a going concern to serve the Lord. But he also knew what mattered in the eternal scheme of things. “Listen brother---you’ve been called to serve the Lord. I think you should accept the call.”
“Sell your horses and your wagon and take that money to support yourself in the mission field. I promise you, brother, that the Lord will bless you when you come back. In a short time, you shall have a team of horses and a wagon and you’ll be back in business again. Everything will be just as it was before because the Lord will take care of you if you do his work.”
The young brother did exactly as Golden advised. He sold his precious team and wagon. He wnt on a mission and honorably served the Lord.
When he returned, Utah and the rest of the nation were in the throes of the Great Depression. Despite diligence and hard work, he couldn’t pull anything together to provide a living. There was never enough work to earn money for a new team and wagon. He was desperate.
At last he came to see Golden. Seated in the living room of the Kimball home, he spelled out his plight. “Brother Kimball, I did as you advised me and remained faithful. I’ve served an honorable mission, but I can’t seem to put it together. You told me the Lord would provide for me when I returned, but I’m flat broke with no prospects.”
Golden said, “Follow me, brother.” He led the way into the backyard and out to the corral. There were Golden’s team and wagon.
“Here, brother, you take this. This is yours now.”
“I can’t take that, Brother Kimball! That---that’s too much; I couldn’t!”
“No, you take it. Don’t make me use my priesthood authority on you. Now get started and things will work out. You’ll be okay.”
The young man jumped up and whooped, hardly believing his Good fortune. He hitched up the horses and went down the road and out of the ranch.
Then Golden’s wife, Jennie, came out and saw the departing team. “Golden, what’s happening? That looks like our team of horses and wagon. What’s that young man doing with it?”
With hands on hips, Golden watched his team disappear in the distance. “Hell, if the Lord won’t keep his promises, then I will.” (Realizing the Lord just did, through Golden.)
(More J. Golden Kimball Stories, p. 22-24)