Sunday, May 29, 2011
Can eggs fly?
It may be hard for an egg to turn into a bird:
it would be a jolly sight harder
for it to learn to fly while remaining an egg.
We are like eggs at present.
And you cannot go on indefinitely
being just an ordinary, decent egg.
We must be hatched or go bad.
I think that hatching begins with saying yes. Yes to the uncomfortable things.
I remember as a young mother, with a houseful of very young children, being asked to give some compassionate service. A sister in our ward had been diagnosed with terminal cancer. Her husband had asked if women could please come stay with his wife while he was at work.
In the quiet of her house, I waited, wondering what I could do or say to comfort her. I knew her children, had been in YM/YWs with her oldest son. Her youngest was in college, unmarried. So much this mother was going to miss.
I heard her wake up and went to her. She smiled, thanked me for coming,
and wanted to know about my family. Then she asked, "Would you please bring me my make-up case. I want to look nice for my husband."
I only spent four hours with her, but she taught me how to die. It was a hatching moment.
What if I had said no.