Charity that is not in a casserole
This is my favorite story about charity. It's from one of my faves, Sister Sheri Dew. I have been thinking about it because of an experience I had last week. A painful one. It is a great reminder of what true charity looks like. AT AGE THIRTY TWO , I WAS CALLED TO SERVE IN THE STAKE R ELIEF SOCIETY PRESIDENCY , AND THE THREE OF US BONDED QUICKLY AS THE DEAREST OF FRIENDS . BECAUSE OF MY WORK SCHEDULE AND THE LARGE FAMILIES OF THE PRESIDENT AND OTHER COUNSELOR , WE HELD PRESIDENCY MEETINGS ON TUESDAYS AT THE UNEARTHLY HOUR OF 5:30 AM . ONE MORNING, THE PRESIDENT RAISED AN ISSUE THAT FOR SOME REASON SET ME OFF. I CLIMBED ON MY RAMEUMPTOM, DELIVERED A TIRADE, AND LEFT IN A HUFF . BUT AS I DROVE AWAY AND HEADED TOWARD WORK , MY HEART SANK . I COULDN'T BELIEVE I'D RESPONDED TO MY FRIENDS THAT WAY, AND I WAS DESPERATE TO APOLOGIZE. BUT I FELT AS IF I NEEDED TO DO ...