Bishopric work is going well. I conducted my first Fast and Testimony meeting today and got through it okay. I had the scare of my life a couple weeks ago. It was a Sunday and I had a very busy schedule – calling, sustaining, and setting apart the entire MIA Maid Presidency, and also called someone to be Ward Historian. Plus it was my turn to make 2 visits to Primary to deliver a message. Right after church was a baptismal service for Kensington Horning and I had to conduct. The chapel was nearly filled to capacity. I’ve never seen so many people at a baptism. So as the baptismal service began, I was feeling proud that I had gotten everything done that I needed to that day. As we were singing the opening hymn, panic struck as I suddenly realized I hadn’t checked the font. I didn’t know if anyone had even started filling it! Luckily, Bro. Beck, the 2nd Counselor, was up in the stand with me so I quickly asked him if he could check the font. So he walked out and then the long wait began. We finished the hymn and prayer. Up next was Kurt Horning to gave a talk about baptism. Immediately after him, his son Kris was to perform the baptism. I was dying, not knowing if the font was ready. Fortunately, Kurt’s talk was a little long. I was sitting there the entire time, feeling helpless, and wondering what’s taking Bro. Beck so long to return. I was fearing the worst and began to prepare for the possibility that I would have to announce to the entire congregation that we had a technical difficulty and would have to postpone the baptism for at least 2 hours. They had a lot of food prepared and I thought maybe we could just eat first and come back inside the chapel later to finish up. I was really praying and hoping Bro. Beck would return with good news. I even sent him text message containing only a “?”. I figured he’d understand. I was too nervous to type in anything else. Finally, just as Kurt was wrapping up his talk, Bro. Beck showed up at the rear of the chapel and gave me the thumbs up. I was never so relieved in my life. It turned that someone had filled the font, although it was a little cold and the curtains were still locked. Bro. Beck had added some hot water then spent several minutes figuring out how to unlock the curtains. So, in the end, everything went very smoothly with only Bro. Beck and me knowing how close I came to having a heart attack.
I don’t think I’ll ever forget to check the font again before baptismal service.