The bishop of our ward reminded us last week that someone--someone we don't remember at all, so we weren't too keen on taking their advice, but we knew it was good advice anyway so we did it--had challenged us to take notes at this conference. We've always hated taking notes, but since we'd supposedly been challenged, we figured we might as well. Plus it would be a good way to ensure wakefulness. Eheh. We love our church leaders, but I guess as part of being a loving leader that helps people feel safe and stuff, some of them have very, very soothing voices. But this time, we were much less sleepy than usual, and I think taking notes helped me to pay attention better, so it was much better all around.
I liked all the talks, but I wanted to mention President Uchtdorf's, because he said something amusing. He started about by posing the question of how people see Latter-Day Saints, and he said, "Some people know us as the people who go to church every Sunday for three hours. And this, in a place where everyone is a brother and a sister, with children who sing songs about streams that talk and trees that produce popcorn. And every child wants to be a sunbeam." That brought back memories of Primary, yay! The point of his talk is that what people should know the LDS people as are people who love the Lord with all their heart, mind, and soul, and who love their neighbors as themselves. It was pretty awesome. I was going to link to the whole talk, but it won't be available until Thursday. (But if you want to watch the talk, it's available here! They even have the video streams organized by talk! Neat! And it has some performances by the Mormon Tabernacle Choir!)
In the second session, there was a talk by Tad Callister, which was neat for us, because he's from our home stake in Glendale, California! He gave a talk about the truths restored by Joseph Smith. The main thing we remember about him, other going to his house for various seminary events, was the story he told about when he took Grandpa's class at BYU. The class required the students to write a paper, and he had kept putting it off and putting it off, until finally it was getting really close to the due date. So he went to the library to check out a book on the subject, but the library only had one copy of the book that he needed, and it was checked out. But he needed it so badly that he got the address of the person who had it and went to their house. When he knocked on the door, Grandpa, his professor, answered.
Soon-ish, we'll be going to Mom's house to hang out with people until the priesthood session of conference is over, at which point the men will return and grill the meat, and then we'll all have dinner. Should make for a good time.
Today I'm thankful for two more wonderful sessions of General Conference, reminders of the awesome songs we got to sing in Primary, helpful challenges to take notes, Gaston and Belle still being up for our group cosplay (the trick-or-treat thing was even Gaston's idea, but we get so paranoid about these things), and amusing anecdotes about Grandpa.