One Sunday morning a Bishop noticed that a young boy, whose family had recently moved into his Ward, was staring at the plaque that hung in the foyer of the Stake Center. The lad, age 8, had been staring at the plaque for some time, so the Bishop walked over and stood beside him and said, “Good morning; I’m Bishop Allen.”
“Good morning,” the boy replied, not taking his eyes off of the plaque. The boy then asked, “What is this?”
“It is a plaque listing the names of members of our Stake who have died in the service.”
The boy innocently asked, “Which one, Bishop, the regular Sunday service or the Fast Sunday service?” (Stories and Jokes of Mormon Folks, p. 4)
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The story of Adam and Eve was carefully explained in a Primary class. Following the story, the children were asked to draw a picture that would illustrate the story.
Tommy was most interested and drew a picture of a car with three people in it. In the front seat, behind the steering wheel, was a man; in the back seat sat a man and a woman.
The teacher was curious to know how this picture illustrated the lesson. She asked Tommy to explain his drawing.
He replied, “This is God driving Adam and Eve out of the Garden!”
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I don’t always do what I know I should.
At times I am bad and up to no good.
After my sin, pleasure turns to mourning.
Wish I would heed the small voice’s warning.
(Latter-day Saint Wit and Wisdom, p. 5)
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Golden shared this story about his father, Heber C. Kimball, with an intimate group of friends.
“My father told a congregation of women, who were still single, to find a man they wanted and go up and tell him of the desires of their heart. Well, twin sisters came up to my father after the meeting and asked, ‘Did you mean what you said?’ My father said, ‘Yes, I did.’
“One of the twins said, ‘Brother Kimball, I want to marry you. But so does my sister. Between the two of us we can’t decide who it should be, so you’ll have to choose between me and my sister.’
“What did your father do?” someone asked.
“Oh,” Golden responded, “he didn’t want to hurt either one of their feelings, so he married both of them.” (More J. Golden Kimball Stories, p. 82)