With the additional members of the Fourth Quorum of the Seventy approved at a recent general conference, the Seventh Quorum of the Seventy has been organized from a division of the Fourth Quorum.Members of the Seventh Quorum are drawn from the Brazil North, Brazil South, Chile, and South America South Areas. The Fourth Quorum is composed of brethren serving in the Central America, Mexico north, Mexico south, South America North, and South America West Areas.
In addition, the large geographic area covered by the Third Quorum of the Seventy has made it advisable to create the Eighth Quorum of the Seventy. The new quorum is composed of Area Seventies from the Asia, Asia North, Australia, New Zealand/Pacific islands, and Philippines Areas. The Third quorum consists of brethren serving in the Africa Southeast, Africa West, Europe Central, Europe east, and Europe West Areas.
May 08, 2005
New Quorums of the Seventy
The Church has posted on their news site that the third and fourth quorums of the seventy have been split to create the seventh and eighth quorums of the seventy.
May 05, 2005
Urban Garlic
Has anyone seen the new Philadelphia Cream Cheese commercial where the angel says she just came back from a long shift at the pearly gates?
She said she was settling down with a snack of her favourite flavour of Philadelphia Cream Cheese: urban garlic.
Urban garlic? What's wrong with rural garlic?
Then my wife reminded me that Americans pronounce 'herb' as 'erb'. So, it's not urban garlic after all, but 'herb n' garlic'.
Ah. The beauty of being bombarded by media from a foreign country. Sometimes, I wish I had closed captioning.
She said she was settling down with a snack of her favourite flavour of Philadelphia Cream Cheese: urban garlic.
Urban garlic? What's wrong with rural garlic?
Then my wife reminded me that Americans pronounce 'herb' as 'erb'. So, it's not urban garlic after all, but 'herb n' garlic'.
Ah. The beauty of being bombarded by media from a foreign country. Sometimes, I wish I had closed captioning.
Diamonds and Daffodils
Ten years ago today, Robert Barnard pronounced Mary and me wife and husband in the Seattle Washington Temple.
It was an amazing day filled with love, peace and joy. The past ten years have been filled with the same. Sure, there have been times of sadness, disappointment, heartache, despair, grief and a slew of other negative feelings and emotions. Nevertheless, we are both better people and are closer together because of them.
Mary doesn't like me talking about the potential of her dying someday and my remarrying. I certainly don't think about it as often as she likes to illustrate. I am confident that our chances of living to a ripe old age together are very good. I do think about what would happen if she died, however, because I honestly don't think there is anyone else out there like her.
When we were first married, I could have probably married any one of a good number of women. Mary has changed in the past ten years from what she was in the 20th century. Her values and ideas of changed in some areas. Some of them have changed to match mine. Others have changed along with mine. She has experienced events that she never had before.
I think about what would happen if she died because I worry that I would have to settle for someone far less than she is. I worry that if our children were still young, they would have to settle for a mother who is far less than the ideal. And Mary is the ideal.
Mary sees my good side. She avoids seeing my bad side. She extols my virtues to everyone and keeps my vices to herself.
She is truly amazing. She is talented, beautiful, intelligent, compassionate, selfless and loving. I consider myself very fortunate that she is still with me. I consider myself fortunate to have no idea what the seven-year itch feels like.
If I had known ten years ago what Mary would be like today, I wouldn't have waited two and a half months to marry her.
If my life is a result of the last ten years with Mary, I am excited to see what life will be like in 2015.
It was an amazing day filled with love, peace and joy. The past ten years have been filled with the same. Sure, there have been times of sadness, disappointment, heartache, despair, grief and a slew of other negative feelings and emotions. Nevertheless, we are both better people and are closer together because of them.
Mary doesn't like me talking about the potential of her dying someday and my remarrying. I certainly don't think about it as often as she likes to illustrate. I am confident that our chances of living to a ripe old age together are very good. I do think about what would happen if she died, however, because I honestly don't think there is anyone else out there like her.
When we were first married, I could have probably married any one of a good number of women. Mary has changed in the past ten years from what she was in the 20th century. Her values and ideas of changed in some areas. Some of them have changed to match mine. Others have changed along with mine. She has experienced events that she never had before.
I think about what would happen if she died because I worry that I would have to settle for someone far less than she is. I worry that if our children were still young, they would have to settle for a mother who is far less than the ideal. And Mary is the ideal.
Mary sees my good side. She avoids seeing my bad side. She extols my virtues to everyone and keeps my vices to herself.
She is truly amazing. She is talented, beautiful, intelligent, compassionate, selfless and loving. I consider myself very fortunate that she is still with me. I consider myself fortunate to have no idea what the seven-year itch feels like.
If I had known ten years ago what Mary would be like today, I wouldn't have waited two and a half months to marry her.
If my life is a result of the last ten years with Mary, I am excited to see what life will be like in 2015.
May 04, 2005
How Can You Weep?
And Enoch said unto the Lord: How is it that thou canst weep, seeing thou art holy, and from all eternity to all eternity? (Moses 7:29)
May 03, 2005
One of Us
What if God was one of us?One of Us, Joan Osborne
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Tryin' to make his way home?
May 02, 2005
Underwear
So, I asked my six-year-old daughter at supper tonight, "What did you eat under there?"
"Under where?"
"Gross! You were eating underwear? Ha ha! Underwear!"
"Papa! I didn't say a compound word. I said two words. Under. Where."
"Under where?"
"Gross! You were eating underwear? Ha ha! Underwear!"
"Papa! I didn't say a compound word. I said two words. Under. Where."
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