Posted by:
elderolddog
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Date: April 10, 2021 09:38PM
Home teaching, for a regular dreaded chore. This was back when I was a young teenager and was assigned to accompany an old widower, who drove a 1949 Willys and physically leaned into his 3 mph left and right turns. I think it's that memory that keeps this in the upper crust of the Holocene era of my mind.
...and then the two years I was an EQP in a regular ward (Lakeview Ward, on the east bank of Utah Lake, north of Central) mostly comprised of dairy farms, Fall, 1968 to Fall, 1970. It wasn't being the EQP that was hard, it was the two yearly Ward Budget drives. See, back in the day, the wards raised money for their expenses. I don't know what the expenses were, and for the most part, people just gave their contributions to the Bishop.
But the EQ inactives/jack-mormons required someone, I was told, to go knock on their doors in order to present them with this noble opportunity.
It was only a few households, but that first year, I felt a bit out of place, still a college student, very Brown, knocking on people's doors to tell them I was the EQP and the bishop, who was new himself, wanted them to know of the marvelous opportunity that had arisen wherein they could give money to the church they weren't attending.
I retain no real memory of any of the exchanges, just that I was very uncomfortable because I could imagine what was going through their minds.
Confessing my sexual sins to my bishop as a youth were a breeze. Not as much fun as committing them, but not at all uncomfortable. You know, guy talk...