Saturday, April 2, 2011

Priesthood Park...

A few years ago, I thought of a term. The term: Priesthood Park, and here's an example:


It's not the best picture to show you what I mean, but the Priesthood Park is basically this, you back your car into a parking space so you can quickly leave. On any given Sunday at our church, most cars are pulled in front forward. But at least twice a year, on a Saturday night, at Stake Centers around the country and maybe even the world... (I'm assuming men act the same way all over the place) a majority of cars are backed in so those inside the building can quickly leave as soon as the meeting is over.

Before our meeting today a few of us set up chairs. The empty chairs made for some interesting photographic perspectives.


We ended up not sitting in those uncomfortable chairs, but we sat in the Relief Society room. The trade off for not being able to see the speakers were the padded chairs. Good choice. This is what we saw for two hours...


Something else seems to happen every six months. I can have absolutely nothing to do on Saturday nights 50 weeks out of the year, but when General Conference weekend comes along, something ALWAYS comes up to interfere with going to that meeting. There's either a sick child, or family comes in from out of town, or something else. Tonight my allergies were acting up, but I ended up going and--as always--glad I did. Tonight I went with 2 of my 3 sons. It was my second son's first meeting.

After tonight's meeting we all dashed to the car, this time for a legitimate reason--the rain was coming down pretty hard. I'm glad I utilized the Priesthood Park to our advantage...

4 comments:

  1. Fun post, Scott. Hope you don't mind, but I'm featuring it today in our blog, http://MormonDaddyBlogs.com. Looking forward to following your blog.

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  2. I really enjoy your blog Scott.

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  3. Thanks Dennis, thanks Barry for your comments--it means a lot.

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  4. I love the "Priesthood Park". I have to admit I park like that every Sunday. And guess what.. me and my six boys are usually the first out of the parking lot.

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