At the next General Conference of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, members will be asked to raise their hand to make the Call from God to be His right hand man on earth. It doesn't really matter how many "Pain in the Butts" Stupidos vote against him, God is the one with all the Marbles, and it is only He that can alter things including knowing all things. I have a hard time figuring out my hand phone, let alone to hear a silent but well heard prayer from a soldier stuck in a Foxhole, or a man on the street that is not looking for a hand-out, but a Hand Up. I do know one thing for sure, Dallin Oaks will be one heck of a good teacher! And brother Hal can second that motion as he was there. Both Hal and I had more part-time jobs along with trying to be a full time Dads, but we would deliver furniture and other goods in the ZCMI Trucks that were often seen in Mormonville! That stood for Zions Cooperative Mercantile Institution. The Board of Directors were the Apostles of the Church, and a proper way to help fund those Church callings that were a full time ordeal. We were in the area of where the house was, but had no cell phones in those days and the Fire Chief didn't like us sending smoke signals to home base. And when on the Nephi City Council, I lead the fight against a Developer who wanted to name all the streets after his family. It was always a hard fight to explain simple things to "complicated" people, but swayed them over, as a new kid in town would eat the pizza before he was able to get it to the proper family. Back to the story. Hal was driving and I told him that he was on the right street and we got the right home in view. We were to deliver a Corner Curio or whatever they call it, and I knew somewhat about the name on the Traveling Document, so we waited until Oaks and his wife drove in. We put the Curio as directed by his first wife who died from Cancer. Once in place, I casually spoke his name out loud, and said, "Hey, Wait a Minute. You are the one that signed by Degree from a University down the road. He quickly jumped in and said he used to be the President of BYU. So I couldn't help it, I said something like " I had more than just an undergraduate degree and my brother there has been to college; served a 30 month LDS Mission and upfront kill zone in Nam" Oaks jumped like he had a burr under his saddle, and he said something like "Young man, every job in the world is an important part of the whole of all." He didn't stop there and kept it up. And by golly good gum drops, we both learned a valuable lesson from that, and I figured I am not going to admit that these two Jones Boys both worked jobs to help others, with Hal a forever and great Medic, and me in law enforcement. We joked about that incident coming back from Rodeo Finals in Vegas. My brother and I fish together, and last year he noticed a lady had fallen in rocks and Hal was going down to help. Hal knew his job and I did mine in trying to avoid racers driving like "A Bat Out Of Hell". I am sorry for that, but you all knew it had to come out. Hal knew it was not serious, but he took his work serious. So both Hal and I will take off our cowboy hats and honor President Oaks. And I also saw his work while he was on the Utah Supreme Court and was considered for the DC arena. God Knows Best, and saved the Best for Perhaps the Last. Tennessee Ernie Ford sang "Have Faith, Hope and Charity, That is the way to live successfully. Yup.
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