Probably difficult to believe when taking into account the blog but in the day to day I don’t talk all that much, and people say I speak too softly and need to speak louder – loud or soft strength or weakness lies not in decibels but the value of what is said , the truth or lie of it.
One of the reasons I enjoy talking to grandfather, I like his approach, the perspective he has, and a natural born storyteller who can enthrall children and adults alike.
One time in conversation he told me about a time when he was a a young man and began his story with there were some people who were trying to “save him” – leaving “save me” hanging in the air and begging the question to facilitate the recounting who was trying to save him from what.
Turns out it was Mormon missionaries who had targeted him – grandfather being a respectful person and not easily provoked endured their efforts for some weeks while casting about for a solution, saying he didn’t think he needed to be saved as he had no enemies, at least none that he was aware of.
As luck would have it a priest having seen the interlopers asked grandfather what was up, and so he told the priest they said they wanted to save him-to which the priest became noticeably aggitated, cited a little doctrine, and then advised grandfather that the good book says “this too will past”. Seems as though the priest had staked out grandfather for “salvation” as well.
Grandfather isn’t sure to this day upon his next encounter with the Mormons what prompted him a few minutes into their presentation to remark “this too shall pass” – could have been desperation or a helper, but a stunned look swept over the faces of his tormentors, they gathered their “medicine” and left.
Grandfather said it reminded him of a bear he saw once at circus or fair, a trained bear riding a bicycle with a muzzle on – just peddling around in circles going nowhere with his voice taken from him so he couldn’t even ask to be free or where if anywhere he was supposed to be going.
Said he felt bad for the bear, hatched a plan with some friends to free him, but regrettably it fell through….after a few moments of silence grandfather said he thinks there are people like that too, people who are just going around in circles and either lost their voice, had it taken from them, or can only speak what they’ve been told .
That maybe these Mormons and Black Robes are like the bear, and if someone would put a muzzle on the bear he doesn’t understand why they wouldn’t do the same to them.
Come to think of it I don’t understand why either.