I'll take more Sunday's

As luck would have it this was my week to teach the Young Women. Obviously, I was not looking forward to it being that as of late I have been...hmm...full of funk. The thing is, it's not the Gospel that is the problem...it's the organization that I don't feel particularly tied to. I realize that one can't be completely separated from the other, but nevertheless, there you have it. Anyhow, being that Easter and General Conference fall on the same Sunday, the topic for my lesson was regarding the several days leading up to the Crucifixion. In my stumbling around various talks and such, I came across this address from Elder Wirthlin. He talked about how dark and forsaken Christ felt in the Garden, how that Friday, the earth was rent and twain with sorrow and grief. But Sunday came....and it always will.

I liked that. Funny the timing of how we find these things.

Each of us will have our own Fridays—those days when the universe itself seems shattered and the shards of our world lie littered about us in pieces. We all will experience those broken times when it seems we can never be put together again. We will all have our Fridays.

But I testify to you in the name of the One

who conquered death—Sunday will come. In the darkness of our sorrow, Sunday will come.

No matter our desperation, no matter our grief, Sunday will come. In this life or the next, Sunday will come.

Elder Joseph B. Wirthlin

October 2006