We all know the story of Jacob and Rachel right? He worked seven years for her father to earn her hand in marriage. Then after seven years, he was given the wrong girl, Rachel's sister. What lessons are we to learn from this? Some people would say that we need to learn how to work so that we aren't lazy. Other people would say that we should have to work hard to get what we want so that we will appreciate it.Others would say... I don't know. Frankly, I don't care what they say. Oh my gosh all I can think about is how freaking retarded Jacob must have been.
I mean seriously, did he not once in 7 years kiss her, or know what she smelled like, or hear her voice? Or did everyone just stink all the time? Did they not greet each other when she entered his tent in the dark? Or were they too busy? I can't even imagine how that morning went. "Good morning my wonderful... OH MY GOSH YOU'RE NOT RACHEL!!!" What happened then? Did they not have a wedding the day before?
Where was Rachel? Did she not know that she was supposed to sleep in his tent the night they got married? Did she not wonder why she wasn't? Wouldn't that make her sister an adulteress and condemned to die or something? Besides the fact that he was a moron to agree to work 7 years for Rachel, why did he then agree to work 7 more years for her again? RETARD!
Oh my gosh. The lesson to learn is don't sleep with someone if you don't know who it freaking is.
I hate Jacob.
Sunday, June 6
Seminary?
I think I want to be a seminary teacher. I have been thinking for awhile that I would like to be a teacher of some sort. I believe that time is more important than money. I would make enough money certainly to be comfortable, right? If I am supposed to study the gospel and scriptures all my life anyway, I might as well get paid for it, right? It would be a very good place to be in life. Summers off and weekends off and.... I dunno. It's crazy. I think I want to do it. Who knows? I have lots of time to decide.
Poor Little Deacon
When I was a deacon I remember being scared to flip the sacrament tray around so that the remaining water that was left would be closer to the person that I was giving it to next. I thought it would be irreverent or something. I wish someone had told me that it would have been okay.
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