Elder Robert E. Wells: When we fake our efforts, we tend to have a negative effect on the project at hand. I often think of the story of two missionaries on a bicycle built for two. They were going up a steep hill. It was a difficult climb, and at the top the two stopped to rest.
The young missionary up front, dripping with perspiration, remarked, “Boy, that was a steep hill. I didn’t think we’d make it.”
The other companion, with total composure, looked down the steep grade and said, “I’m sure we’d have gone backwards if I hadn’t had the brake on all the way up” (Best-Loved Humor of the LDS People, p. 58).
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Several years ago, our family was discussing the pros and cons of getting an air conditioner. I was worried about my husband’s allergy to cold , moving air, but it can get unbearably hot in our home in the summertime.
He offered to close himself into the bedroom whenever I had to turn it on. I knew our family’s study of the Book of Mormon had sunk in when one daughter piped up with, “Well, I think we should get it, it is better that one man should perish than the whole family dwindle in heat.” (Mormon Mishaps and Mischief, p. 4).
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Attendance had dropped off among the stake’s High Priests. The meeting was held rather early on Sunday morning. Some of the brethren loved their pillows a tad too much and habitually arrived late or not at all. Brother Bailey [High Priest Quorum President] hit on a sure-fire way to get the hooky-playing high priests out, if only for one meeting: invite J. Golden Kimball to speak.
Brother Bailey was a casual acquaintance of Golden’s so he felt he had a foot in the door. He went into town and found Golden in the old church offices with Levi Edgar Young. When the invitation was delivered, Golden said, “Hell, Frank, you don’t want an old reprobate like me. You want someone like Levi Edgar here. He’ll give your quorum a good talk.”
While Levi Edgar was a good man and fine speaker, it was noised around town that he was cowed by his strong-minded wife, a physically intimidating woman even if one wasn’t five foot-four [like Brother Young]. Brother Bailey wanted Golden, but was happy with any General Authority willing to come speak.
In the end, they both went.
For the first time in ages, the Sunday high priest meeting was packed. Golden rose to speak . . . Brother Young sat behind him on the podium.
“Brethren,” he began. “I understand a number of you find it difficult to come to priesthood meeting on Sunday mornings. Hell, if you had wives like Brother Young and I, you’d jump at the chance!” (More J. Golden Kimball Stories, p. 50-51).