The President of Boys
Thinking that I was going to have to become the “leader,” or otherwise correct form as, “President,” as a calling from my bishop sent chills through my blood and my heart pounding. I knew that there would be a new president called since our previous one moved away sadly as he was a friend, but I didn’t really think of being called. I was called to be the president of the deacon’s quorum.
It was a sunny day and church had just ended and I was walking through the hallways of the building that had half white walls, a brown wooden chair railing across the middle, and a rough, hairy tan colored wall as the other half. I’ve walked through this hallway many times before, waiting for either my brother to get out of his teacher’s …show more content…
I was thinking that this concerns the fact that I may become the first of second counselor to the new president. I was highly mistaken.
“The bishopric and stake presidency has prayed on our candidates and we have found you worthy to take on this role.” Declared Brother Schein, “I ask you, will you take on this role?”
With my heart hammering, my hands shaking and my mouth hanging open, I said a simple, “Yes.”
“Good,” Brother Schein exclaimed, “Now you need to pick and pray for your candidates for your counselors and secretary.”
With that, he left the room and I stood in the middle of the room for a minute, dumbfounded that I was picked and what I this new responsibility that has now been put on my …show more content…
I prayed like that for few nights, and I came to a decision on my choices.
That next Sunday in the church as I was in the hallway, Brother Schein pulled me off again into one of the empty classrooms. “So what is your people?” he asked me.
“Jared as my first counselor, Zach as the second and Bruce as the secretary.” I had explained.
“Alright, good Seth, I will give these names to the stake presidency so they can pray on your decision,” exclaimed Brother Schein. We both walked out of the room and we went our separate ways as I walked over to my left to the classroom that is known as the deacon’s classroom, which it’s probably the only different classroom in the whole church building as it also serves as the scout room. It had the usual chalkboard on a wall, but above it, there was the boy scout rank advancement symbols, tenderfoot, 2nd class, 1st class, star, life, and eagle the highest rank. To the left, there was a light brown door that led to a storage closet for scouts. As I walked in I took a seat on one of the cold, tan colored foldable metal chairs, and our meeting
Thinking that I was going to have to become the “leader,” or otherwise correct form as, “President,” as a calling from my bishop sent chills through my blood and my heart pounding. I knew that there would be a new president called since our previous one moved away sadly as he was a friend, but I didn’t really think of being called. I was called to be the president of the deacon’s quorum.
It was a sunny day and church had just ended and I was walking through the hallways of the building that had half white walls, a brown wooden chair railing across the middle, and a rough, hairy tan colored wall as the other half. I’ve walked through this hallway many times before, waiting for either my brother to get out of his teacher’s …show more content…
I was thinking that this concerns the fact that I may become the first of second counselor to the new president. I was highly mistaken.
“The bishopric and stake presidency has prayed on our candidates and we have found you worthy to take on this role.” Declared Brother Schein, “I ask you, will you take on this role?”
With my heart hammering, my hands shaking and my mouth hanging open, I said a simple, “Yes.”
“Good,” Brother Schein exclaimed, “Now you need to pick and pray for your candidates for your counselors and secretary.”
With that, he left the room and I stood in the middle of the room for a minute, dumbfounded that I was picked and what I this new responsibility that has now been put on my …show more content…
I prayed like that for few nights, and I came to a decision on my choices.
That next Sunday in the church as I was in the hallway, Brother Schein pulled me off again into one of the empty classrooms. “So what is your people?” he asked me.
“Jared as my first counselor, Zach as the second and Bruce as the secretary.” I had explained.
“Alright, good Seth, I will give these names to the stake presidency so they can pray on your decision,” exclaimed Brother Schein. We both walked out of the room and we went our separate ways as I walked over to my left to the classroom that is known as the deacon’s classroom, which it’s probably the only different classroom in the whole church building as it also serves as the scout room. It had the usual chalkboard on a wall, but above it, there was the boy scout rank advancement symbols, tenderfoot, 2nd class, 1st class, star, life, and eagle the highest rank. To the left, there was a light brown door that led to a storage closet for scouts. As I walked in I took a seat on one of the cold, tan colored foldable metal chairs, and our meeting