TedGibbonsToward the end of my two-year proselytizing mission for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, , I received a call to a leadership position.  I thought my mother would be pleased and wrote home to tell her about it.

Her letter in response to that announcement began like this:

“When I got your letter, I began a fast . . .”

A fast?  Why would she fast?  This should have been good news.  When I slipped off a trolley car and damaged my leg, she fasted for a quick recovery.  When I was having trouble with my companion, she fasted for my success.

But this was not the kind of event that required fasting.  This was the kind of good news you shared with brothers and sisters and the bishop, especially when it involved a young man who had generated a fair amount of parental anxiety in his early years.

I knew about fasting.  What had I included in my letter that might lead to fasting?

“When I got your letter, I began a fast,” she wrote, “because I wanted to get as close as I could to your Heavenly Father so that I could tell him how grateful I am for what he has done for you in your life.” – by Ted Gibbons