So Long Daniel McGill

Our Bishop stopped by the other night, watched a little Aggie/Ute football and offered this side note:

"Oh, Jen, did you hear who moved"?

A big smile rose upon my face, which paralleled one on his face.
"I hate to admit my excitement Bishop", I replied, "but yes, Mick informed me about the exciting news the other night"!

Brother Yarmulke will now be joining the saints of Preston Idaho. My heart goes out to the dear gospel doctrine teacher(s) in Brother Yarmulke's new ward. As I write, I picture this unsuspecting soul bent over a bowl of ice cream pondering about Brother Yarmulke with their significant other. Little do they know that their discussions will get more mind bending and crazy as Brother Yarmulke gets comfortable in his new place of residency! I have to laugh and empathize in the same breath.

While noticing his absent self in class today, my mind could not escape the thought of what first impressions many of his new ward family had.

"Did you see that guy with that little hat"? I envision an old lady loudly whispering to another.

Or, raised eyebrows, an elbow to the rips, and a head tilt in the direction of Brother Yarmulke from a curious wife to her husband.

Little children asking their parents about his funny hat.

The bishop shaking his hand, meeting him for the first time, and then contemplating silently- "what have we here"?

I wonder if he introduced himself in his new Elders Quorum as he did in Micks? By sharing his vision of when Mary, Joseph and Christ appeared to him telling him he was a direct descendant of Christ and that he must wear his Yarmulke in respect to his Jewish heritage? Will he, in due time share how he has commanded hurricanes to cease and corn to grow? Will he discuss dysentery and how you can get it simply from touching a white foamy covered stick? Will he tell everyone how he is a watchmen over evil? How if he was Joseph Smith, he would know those who intended to take his life, and he would kill them first? Time will tell.

Would it be too much to wish for another brave sole to document his words through writing?

Preston is in for a real treat!

What an interesting fellow to come across in life. I consider myself blessed by our chance encounter. I will never forget Brother Yarmulke. Never forget his words that I've written down. Never forget the entertainment he provided Mick and I. Never forget his voice, or his large rope-belted-faded-black-pant-wearing self. Never will I forget sitting in the rear of the chapel seeing his shiny black shoulder pad Yarmulke resting on the crown of his towering gray head and having it put a smile on my face.

Farewell Brother Yarmulke...