Comments on: Let’s hear it for the boys http://segullah.org/daily-special/lets-hear-it-for-the-boys/ Mormon women blogging about the peculiar and the treasured Wed, 23 May 2012 16:56:53 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.2 By: Tiffany W. http://segullah.org/daily-special/lets-hear-it-for-the-boys/#comment-162393 Tiffany W. Sat, 31 Oct 2009 17:08:06 +0000 http://segullah.org/?p=4766#comment-162393 What a wonderfully uplifting post, Dalene. Thank you! I'm truly awed by the many wonderful young men I have encountered over the last ten years. I know that much credit goes to their parents, but really I've met so many great young men. I don't have brothers, so I feel very unprepared to help my boys prepare for adulthood. Fortunately, my husband is really wonderful. But it helps to see good young men preparng, blessing and passing the sacrament. It inspires my boys when they have home teaching visits from our bishop's son, who teaches them the gospel. My boys are motivated to serve missions when we have fine missionaries eat at our home, who share their enthusiasm for and love of the gospel with them. I've seen many fine examples of priesthood leaders working dilligently to reach out to ward members, support primary,and quietly stepping up to responsibility. My current favorite example of quiet, manly service is that of the father of twin boys who both have autism. The boys are in a class with 6 other incredibly rambunctious boys. This father sits with the boys every Sunday during opening exercises. He wraps his arms around the boys, calms them, and shows them such love. His quiet service truly makes a tremendous difference in the primary, but most especially, to the boys that class. What a wonderfully uplifting post, Dalene. Thank you!

I’m truly awed by the many wonderful young men I have encountered over the last ten years. I know that much credit goes to their parents, but really I’ve met so many great young men. I don’t have brothers, so I feel very unprepared to help my boys prepare for adulthood. Fortunately, my husband is really wonderful. But it helps to see good young men preparng, blessing and passing the sacrament. It inspires my boys when they have home teaching visits from our bishop’s son, who teaches them the gospel. My boys are motivated to serve missions when we have fine missionaries eat at our home, who share their enthusiasm for and love of the gospel with them.
I’ve seen many fine examples of priesthood leaders working dilligently to reach out to ward members, support primary,and quietly stepping up to responsibility.
My current favorite example of quiet, manly service is that of the father of twin boys who both have autism. The boys are in a class with 6 other incredibly rambunctious boys. This father sits with the boys every Sunday during opening exercises. He wraps his arms around the boys, calms them, and shows them such love. His quiet service truly makes a tremendous difference in the primary, but most especially, to the boys that class.

]]> By: Kay http://segullah.org/daily-special/lets-hear-it-for-the-boys/#comment-162288 Kay Fri, 30 Oct 2009 19:13:43 +0000 http://segullah.org/?p=4766#comment-162288 I loved this post, it made me cry. Many people look to their Bishop for strength and support. I look to those that work with him. Having a husband as Bishop has really made me appreciate all of the rigtheous men who help him, support him, work with him, and do all they can to forward the work for Christ and his people. I cannot begin to tell you how much love I have for his counsellors and exectutive secretary. Every day I see the influence of those men and how hard they work. At church we only see the tip of the iceberg. Thank you to all of them, from the deacons upwards who pass the sacrament and set my young son an example. I loved this post, it made me cry. Many people look to their Bishop for strength and support. I look to those that work with him. Having a husband as Bishop has really made me appreciate all of the rigtheous men who help him, support him, work with him, and do all they can to forward the work for Christ and his people. I cannot begin to tell you how much love I have for his counsellors and exectutive secretary. Every day I see the influence of those men and how hard they work. At church we only see the tip of the iceberg. Thank you to all of them, from the deacons upwards who pass the sacrament and set my young son an example.

]]> By: Gender Stereotypes « Course Correction http://segullah.org/daily-special/lets-hear-it-for-the-boys/#comment-162249 Gender Stereotypes « Course Correction Fri, 30 Oct 2009 02:20:21 +0000 http://segullah.org/?p=4766#comment-162249 [...] sex sells. I suspect some, maybe most, of the traffic was from Mormon males suspicious of feminists  masquerading as devout Mormons. Okay, so I’m stereotyping. I just hope the BYU Rush Limbaugh [...] [...] sex sells. I suspect some, maybe most, of the traffic was from Mormon males suspicious of feminists  masquerading as devout Mormons. Okay, so I’m stereotyping. I just hope the BYU Rush Limbaugh [...]

]]> By: Merry Michelle http://segullah.org/daily-special/lets-hear-it-for-the-boys/#comment-162226 Merry Michelle Thu, 29 Oct 2009 23:21:10 +0000 http://segullah.org/?p=4766#comment-162226 Giggles and EVERYONE, I've loved all these comments and felt very inspired after reading this. Thank you. We are so lucky to have such wonderful men in our lives, aren't we? Giggles and EVERYONE, I’ve loved all these comments and felt very inspired after reading this. Thank you. We are so lucky to have such wonderful men in our lives, aren’t we?

]]> By: Giggles http://segullah.org/daily-special/lets-hear-it-for-the-boys/#comment-162130 Giggles Thu, 29 Oct 2009 06:55:15 +0000 http://segullah.org/?p=4766#comment-162130 This topic is so close to home for me right now. This semester my fiancé and I decided to take the institute class about preparing for a celestial marriage. Last week's class covered the differences between men and women (which seemed to me to be a lot about how women are more loving and sensitive and spiritual then men) and then ten minutes of the hour and a half class on the roles of men. Tonight's class was entirely about the role of women. The teacher just completely glossed over how important and valuable men are. I told my fiancé that I am marrying him because he is loving and spiritual and all that stuff and I in no way consider myself better at it than him just because I'm a woman. The way the teacher conducted the class seemed very degrading to men to me and left me with a sour taste in my mouth. I have known many great and honorable men. The zone leader on my mission who went out of his way to make sure my companion and I, the only sisters in the city, felt a part of the zone. Who left their lunch appointment uneaten the moment they heard that my companion and I had been trying to reach them that day to make sure we were okay. The bishop who opened his house to me at 10:30 at night when I was dealing with some challenges in my life and couldn't be at my house by myself that night. The home teacher who, because of health issues, wasn't always able to be visit me in my home each month but always checked to make sure I was okay every month. The young man in my ward who was the only young man, faithfully passing, and then preparing, and then blessing the sacrament in our ward as he grew up, going home teaching faithfully each month. And all of the men in the ward who acted like older brothers and fathers for him since he did not have either, helping him prepare for his mission soon. My father who has been a perfect example of love and patience and kindness and service to my mother. My fiancé, who came the moment I called one early Sunday morning in the worst pain of my life to be with me and comfort me and drive me to the hospital while I threw up in his car (we'd brought a bucket just in case) while I experienced my first kidney stone. And who supports me in all of my dreams. Let's hear it for the boys indeed! Thank you for this post. This topic is so close to home for me right now. This semester my fiancé and I decided to take the institute class about preparing for a celestial marriage. Last week’s class covered the differences between men and women (which seemed to me to be a lot about how women are more loving and sensitive and spiritual then men) and then ten minutes of the hour and a half class on the roles of men. Tonight’s class was entirely about the role of women. The teacher just completely glossed over how important and valuable men are.

I told my fiancé that I am marrying him because he is loving and spiritual and all that stuff and I in no way consider myself better at it than him just because I’m a woman. The way the teacher conducted the class seemed very degrading to men to me and left me with a sour taste in my mouth.

I have known many great and honorable men. The zone leader on my mission who went out of his way to make sure my companion and I, the only sisters in the city, felt a part of the zone. Who left their lunch appointment uneaten the moment they heard that my companion and I had been trying to reach them that day to make sure we were okay.

The bishop who opened his house to me at 10:30 at night when I was dealing with some challenges in my life and couldn’t be at my house by myself that night.

The home teacher who, because of health issues, wasn’t always able to be visit me in my home each month but always checked to make sure I was okay every month.

The young man in my ward who was the only young man, faithfully passing, and then preparing, and then blessing the sacrament in our ward as he grew up, going home teaching faithfully each month. And all of the men in the ward who acted like older brothers and fathers for him since he did not have either, helping him prepare for his mission soon.

My father who has been a perfect example of love and patience and kindness and service to my mother.

My fiancé, who came the moment I called one early Sunday morning in the worst pain of my life to be with me and comfort me and drive me to the hospital while I threw up in his car (we’d brought a bucket just in case) while I experienced my first kidney stone. And who supports me in all of my dreams.

Let’s hear it for the boys indeed! Thank you for this post.

]]> By: Jessie http://segullah.org/daily-special/lets-hear-it-for-the-boys/#comment-162126 Jessie Thu, 29 Oct 2009 05:23:26 +0000 http://segullah.org/?p=4766#comment-162126 Recently I was on vacation with my kids on the east coast. My husband, who had stayed home to work, came down with the H1N1 virus (swine flu) in Utah. With 104 fever, he couldn't get out of bed for three days. I called our brand-spanking-new home teachers who came over immediately with a blessing of comfort and a tupperware full of lasagna. It was the first thing DH had eaten in days. They even came to the airport to pick us up the next evening so DH wouldn't have to drive. They jumped at the chance to be of service, with no thought for their own health. Thankfully, they didn't get the virus and neither did their families. I was touched that, so far away from home, there was someone I could count on to take care of my business and my husband. I love having that support there when I need it! Recently I was on vacation with my kids on the east coast. My husband, who had stayed home to work, came down with the H1N1 virus (swine flu) in Utah. With 104 fever, he couldn’t get out of bed for three days. I called our brand-spanking-new home teachers who came over immediately with a blessing of comfort and a tupperware full of lasagna. It was the first thing DH had eaten in days. They even came to the airport to pick us up the next evening so DH wouldn’t have to drive. They jumped at the chance to be of service, with no thought for their own health. Thankfully, they didn’t get the virus and neither did their families.

I was touched that, so far away from home, there was someone I could count on to take care of my business and my husband. I love having that support there when I need it!

]]> By: Sue http://segullah.org/daily-special/lets-hear-it-for-the-boys/#comment-162122 Sue Thu, 29 Oct 2009 04:40:10 +0000 http://segullah.org/?p=4766#comment-162122 One Sunday I was struggling with a health problem of a fairly personal nature that I didn't necessarily want to discuss with our home teacher. I did want a blessing, though, so my husband suggested that I call my son (who lives an hour away) and ask him to come and assist. I didn't want to do this because I didn't want him having to drive so far. (I think you can see where I'm going with this.) When he heard I wasn't feeling well, my son volunteered to come and help with the blessing. He left a house full of friends on a Sunday evening, including a girl he's interested in, to drive down and administer to me and then have to turn right around and drive an hour back. Best of all, I could tell he was absolutely thrilled to do it for me. In fact, he insisted that he wanted to be part of the blessing. I thought it was pretty cool, and I felt loved. One Sunday I was struggling with a health problem of a fairly personal nature that I didn’t necessarily want to discuss with our home teacher. I did want a blessing, though, so my husband suggested that I call my son (who lives an hour away) and ask him to come and assist. I didn’t want to do this because I didn’t want him having to drive so far. (I think you can see where I’m going with this.)

When he heard I wasn’t feeling well, my son volunteered to come and help with the blessing. He left a house full of friends on a Sunday evening, including a girl he’s interested in, to drive down and administer to me and then have to turn right around and drive an hour back. Best of all, I could tell he was absolutely thrilled to do it for me. In fact, he insisted that he wanted to be part of the blessing.

I thought it was pretty cool, and I felt loved.

]]> By: Emily M. http://segullah.org/daily-special/lets-hear-it-for-the-boys/#comment-162119 Emily M. Thu, 29 Oct 2009 03:36:16 +0000 http://segullah.org/?p=4766#comment-162119 The priests who bring the sacrament to my father-in-law when he can't come to church are what come to mind at first. A while ago, in fast and testimony meeting, I felt the Spirit tell me to get up and thank the Aaronic Priesthood, specifically the deacons for the fast offerings and the priests who help my father-in-law. I think that it's good to talk about how much we appreciate them on a blog, because it makes us aware. I think it's even better to tell them, in person, or perhaps publicly, or maybe to their mom (where they can also overhear?) how much we appreciate their goodness. The priests who bring the sacrament to my father-in-law when he can’t come to church are what come to mind at first.

A while ago, in fast and testimony meeting, I felt the Spirit tell me to get up and thank the Aaronic Priesthood, specifically the deacons for the fast offerings and the priests who help my father-in-law.

I think that it’s good to talk about how much we appreciate them on a blog, because it makes us aware. I think it’s even better to tell them, in person, or perhaps publicly, or maybe to their mom (where they can also overhear?) how much we appreciate their goodness.

]]> By: Katie http://segullah.org/daily-special/lets-hear-it-for-the-boys/#comment-162118 Katie Thu, 29 Oct 2009 03:35:33 +0000 http://segullah.org/?p=4766#comment-162118 We live in Colorado and today we had a big snowstorm. We rent a condo where snow removal is paid for by the HOA, so we didn't have to shovel at all. Yet, my husband came home from work early and took us over to an elderly lady friend's home to shovel her snow, without being asked or even thanked (she was either asleep or not home). I have to admit I was not too excited to go. In this area, my husband is often so much more giving and sacrificing than I am. I am so lucky to be married to him! We live in Colorado and today we had a big snowstorm. We rent a condo where snow removal is paid for by the HOA, so we didn’t have to shovel at all. Yet, my husband came home from work early and took us over to an elderly lady friend’s home to shovel her snow, without being asked or even thanked (she was either asleep or not home). I have to admit I was not too excited to go. In this area, my husband is often so much more giving and sacrificing than I am. I am so lucky to be married to him!

]]> By: Scholarastastic http://segullah.org/daily-special/lets-hear-it-for-the-boys/#comment-162117 Scholarastastic Thu, 29 Oct 2009 02:56:07 +0000 http://segullah.org/?p=4766#comment-162117 I've really enjoyed reading everyone's stories! As a single girl in school and far from home, I've gained a huge appreciation for faithful home teachers and the influence of righteous priesthood holders in my life. And can I just say it? A guy fulfilling his priesthood duties just makes me heart go pitter-pat and my knees weak. It's so attractive. :) My now favorite Righteous-Priesthood-Holder-in-Action experience happened about two years ago when my home teacher was finishing his monthly visit (he tended to have inactive companions whom he could never quite persuade to come consistently, so he was often a solo act) and he asked the standard line about whether there was anything he could do to help my roommate and I. We asked if he could help us unblock the clogged sink in our bathroom. He said, "No problem! I can totally do that with a plunger." All three of us then crowded into the tiny apartment bathroom and he attacked that drain with gusto. And then with the first plunge, a huge geyser of filthy water erupted out of the sink's side inlet and covered all of us (but mostly him), and the rest of the bathroom with gunk. We couldn't stop laughing for about 10 minutes. Best. Hometeacher. Ever. I’ve really enjoyed reading everyone’s stories! As a single girl in school and far from home, I’ve gained a huge appreciation for faithful home teachers and the influence of righteous priesthood holders in my life. And can I just say it? A guy fulfilling his priesthood duties just makes me heart go pitter-pat and my knees weak. It’s so attractive. :)
My now favorite Righteous-Priesthood-Holder-in-Action experience happened about two years ago when my home teacher was finishing his monthly visit (he tended to have inactive companions whom he could never quite persuade to come consistently, so he was often a solo act) and he asked the standard line about whether there was anything he could do to help my roommate and I. We asked if he could help us unblock the clogged sink in our bathroom. He said, “No problem! I can totally do that with a plunger.” All three of us then crowded into the tiny apartment bathroom and he attacked that drain with gusto. And then with the first plunge, a huge geyser of filthy water erupted out of the sink’s side inlet and covered all of us (but mostly him), and the rest of the bathroom with gunk. We couldn’t stop laughing for about 10 minutes. Best. Hometeacher. Ever.

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