Minute Men

I am not going to be able to give a full historical account of the famed Minute Men from the revolutionary period of our Nations history. I will say that these were men who could be called on at a moments notice and were there ready to fight or perform their duty. Several years ago, shoot back when Natty was born, we lived in the Laurelwood Ward in the Las Vegas South Stake. Bishop Lowe was our Bishop and it was in one of our leadership meetings that he compared the brethren of the Priesthood to the Minute Men. Many Priesthood holders stand ready to serve when called on to do so. They are ready, willing, and able to perform their sacred duty. That is one of those lessons that I recall on occasion. Probably because I need reminding. Anyhow, do I stand ready to move when called upon to do so? I try to be ready.

I was painting the cooler that we are going to be using for flowers early this evening and received a call from President Fawson. The Miners were in process of moving some heavy items and Jacob was hard at work with his brother. They were going to go at it alone so President Fawson decided we needed to help. He will have no arguments from me on that one. When the call comes you go and so I finished the last part of what I was working on and headed over.

Is there anything truly fun about lifting a box and moving it from point A to point B? I don't know that there is. I do know this, I have a great time helping people. I have a great time associating with whom I labor. At first it was just President Fawson and I along with Jacob and his brother. I asked who else had been called and assumed the President had sent out a text message. No. It was just he and I. I guess that question sparked a little something and President sent out a text to some of the brethren. Now, here is the neat thing. The Minute Men responded. In a few minutes there was Todd Allen, Will Bagnal and Ron Cardon. A few minutes later there was another brother from the High Priests Group. His name escapes me. Suddenly we were loaded, tied down and on the road. I love to see the Priesthood respond and it is a testimony of what Bishop Lowe taught 10 years ago.

I have to note that Jacob has made some of their furniture. Bunk beds for the boys, a book shelf and an aramoire come to mind. I am sure there are others. Anyway, I loved it. What a talent. The other thing I loved and teased Jacob about was the heft associated with everything he made. The guy does not mess around (I don't know how to spell aramoire and spell check marked this wrong yet had no suggestions outside of armor. Yeah, well, we will stick with it mispelled and hope you all know what I am talking about). The bunk beds will withstand anything his boys will ever be able to dish out. Sturdy, solid, no messing around. The aramoire was not overly huge but the thing weighed more then a Volkswagen. Unfortunately the aramoire suffered a fatal blow in the move. One of the legs broke off. We were repositioning it in the garage and another came off. Actually it appeared to be a repeat of a past problem and I think it may stem from the fact that the unit weighs a ton and the little legs were held on with a few brats. Anyhow, it should be fixed easily.

I had some good laughs with Jacob and the rest of the brethren. Jacobs brother kept calling me Fontaine and asking if that was right. He was a fun dude and we talked a bit about the sandwich shop opening. It is funny but there is a lot of excitement about this thing. That makes me happy. Now we just need to open her up. The Minute Men need to eat.