Yes, but I don’t speak the language. The children might not be able to understand me.
At 3 PM on October 31, we went to a member’s home by the seashore. As we drove by the bank, Elder Hall noticed a crowd of people waiting to get into the bank to use the ATM.
There must be 30 people there. I think I’ll wait until later to go to the bank.
The Primary president had made a poster by cutting out letters from a newspaper advertisement and taping them to a piece of cloth which she hung by the seawall. She gathered the children together to sing and have a prayer.
Sister Hall, will you tell the children a story?
What do you want me to teach?
The theme is Faith in God. Talk about keeping covenants.
I thought a minute, then retold a story that Bishop Vaughn J. Featherstone told a number of years ago.
King Louis XVI of France had been taken from his throne and imprisoned. His young son, the prince, was taken by those who dethroned the king. They thought that inasmuch as the king’s son was heir to the throne, if they could destroy him morally, he would never realize the great and grand destiny that life had bestowed upon him.
They took him to a community far away, and there they exposed the lad to every filthy and vile thing that life could offer. They exposed him to foods the richness of which would quickly make him a slave to appetite. They used vile language around him constantly. They exposed him to lewd and lusting women. They exposed him to dishonor and distrust. He was surrounded 24 hours a day by everything that could drag the soul of a man as low as one could slip. For over six months he had this treatment—but not once did the young lad buckle under pressure. Finally, after intensive temptation, they questioned him. Why had he not submitted himself to these things—why had he not partaken? These things would provide pleasure, satisfy his lusts, and were desirable; they were all his. The boy said, “I cannot do what you ask for I was born to be a king.”
I looked into the faces of the children who were watching me carefully.
You are a daughter of a king. You are a princess. You were born to be a queen. You are a son of a king. You are a prince. You were born to be a king. Never forget who you are. Keep your baptismal covenants. Keep the commandments. Always say to yourself: I was born to be a king. I was born to be a queen.
Sister Marz explained what I said. The children played games and collected candy as prizes for the games.
Elder Hall went back to the bank.
When the children finished, Sister Marz served pieces of hot dog alternated with small marshmallow shapes on a wooden skewer and the rest of the candy. Elder Hall finally returned.
Were there lots of people?
Oh yes! More than before.
They tell me this is payday. The line to the bank is always crowded.
And tomorrow is a holiday—All Saints Day. The next day is a holiday too-All Souls Day.
As the sun set over the ocean, we gathered up our things and went home.
Pay days, work days, secular holidays and religious holidays come and go. But the God who created the earth still orders the sunsets and sunrises, and faith in God is of utmost importance.