Glad Tidings and Good Cheer!

I'm filling so full of something right now. To the brim. Full of the spirit and of gratitude to my Father who arts in Heaven, because you see a little miracle happened this past week in my life. 

My mom wrote me an email telling me that my earthly father, George Gandy, had come back to church last Sunday. 

My Dad had been inactive for over five long years. He left because he was insulted by a miamaid who criticized his potato casserole during a ward potluck. The miamaid, whom I will not name, said, and I quote, "you call that a casserole?!" With such disdain and condescension that it made my Dad so enraged he walked right out the church doors and never came back. 

Until last Sunday. 

My heart and innards are so full of thankfulness and happiness for my Dad coming back. Now he won't dwell in perpetual dirty mud in the outhouses of heaven, a place we call outside darkness. 

Welcome back to the sheep, Dad. 

The Three Nephites

I know, I know, I'm only supposed to share super secret special spiritual moments amongst close friends, or in the ensign, but I couldn't help but share this one.

The night the three Nephites saved my life.

This happened before my mission. It was a cold and stormy night, like most nights when something awful is about to happen, and something awful did happen. I got a flat tire.

You see, getting a flat tire on the side of the road is one of the most scariest things that can happen to a person, because as we all know, there's usually trickery afoot when there's a flat tire (yes, the workings of satan) because as we're all taught from our parents, satan has control of three things: the water, flat tires, and the Chinese.

So there I was, sitting outside of my driveway on the street trying to go to early morning seminary when my tire was flat. I did not know what to do. I remembered those childhood stories my mother told me about flat tires and satan, how he's always on the prowl to find the right tire to deflate, and today he found mine.

Just then, like a miracle, my car starting bumping and jostling, I didn't know what it was and I was scared!!! Could it be the prince of the dark? Someone, or something, was out there, doing something with the tires.

I started to defog my window because it was foggy, and out in the distance, I could scarcely see an image of a personage surrounded by light. But I was so sacred, I yelled at the person through the window, "get away from my car, Stan!!" I yelled at the top of my lungs (stan is my mom's name for Satan, so it doesn't give him power when we call his real name).

Just then, I slammed on the gas and my wheels started peeling out, making a sharp schreeching sound. Then, as the wheels started moving, I rolled over something. Right then, an awful sound came from one of the three Nephites, "GAARRHHH my F###ing leg!!!!" "You ran over my F###ing leg you idiot!!!""

It wasn't the three Nephites after all!! It was my Dad trying to put some fix it flat in my tire (sorry dad). I accidentally rolled over his foot when I slammed on the gas.

And that was the one of the most spiritual stories of my life (please only retell this when you feel the spirit prompts you with special feelings in your body). I just thought I should share this for some reason on the internets, hopefully it will help someone get baptized.

Pray for me,

Elder Gandy