As he pulled up to the curb, we would pile in the car and dad would rush us all to the church house.
“Did you see who that was?” she asked my father. “That was Bishop Bailey.”
Dad didn’t make a comment, but I did. I was a little surprised because I knew we had very little time to get to our meetings and not be late.
“Why is he stopping?” I asked. “He’s going to be late for church.”
“Because, son,” my father answered, “Bishop Bailey has already learned what the rest of us are going to church to learn.”
That morning I recognized for the first time that going to church isn’t what makes us worthy disciples of Jesus Christ; it is actually living those principles of service and charity that, hopefully, we learn when do we attend our meetings.