But we all know I’m not 
So tonight we had the ward’s Night in Bethlehem. We all dressed up, and the cultural hall really looked like the shoppes of Bethlehem. Each person received a baggie of gold coins, and food was abundant. It was gorgeous and so spiritual. We read the Christmas story aloud, and then a few sisters sang Christmas songs. I felt the spirit so strongly. I should’ve left quickly.
But I thought I’d help clean up while my husband changed the baby. That was my detriment.
Two fights break out– one YW smacks the other across the face and shoves her into the wall. Another sister is ready to kill the activities chair, because she believes that her non-member family left early due to offense from the activities chair. This is the same woman who has borne her testimony proclaiming her indiscretions which are so egregarious that I hesitate to type them, as it would remove any sort of anonymity.
My husband helped calm down the woman, while I helped with the YW situation. I’m good at this. I can mediate teenage conflicts with the best of them. And then the mothers try to jump in. Why?? It’s so insane.
I’ll never understand why people can’t treat others the way they want to be treated. If we all did that, I really think peace would exist on the earth. That’s the reason these two fights started. One of the mother’s that wanted to jump in, is the same woman asking us to believe her incredulous story that is continually contradicted by the local newspaper and police blotters. Yet she’s trying to trash one of the YW.
I’ll never understand.
