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In the lay congregation where we attended

church in our rural community, I had become an
assistant to the man who was the congregational

leader whom we called “Bishop” or “the bishop.”

Though some might say this was a prestigious
assignment, it also carried great responsibility. The

three of us who oversaw the congregation rotated

months being responsible for Sunday’s main
church meeting. We needed to make sure we had a

proper speaker, music, and any other religious

occurrence appropriate for the meeting.

In addition, we needed to make sure all other
needs of the congregation and community were

filled. This included both Sunday assignments,

such as Sunday School Teachers, and non-Sunday
assignments, such as scout leaders.

There must have been something in the water

for a few years, for almost everyone having a child

had a boy. There were eighteen boys, to be exact,
in the six-to-twelve-year age group, most of whom

were six to eight years old. There were only two

girls of that same age. The large number of boys
made finding cub scout leaders challenging. That

many boys wore out a cub scout leader almost

monthly. And when the last of the boys was
approaching the even more strenuous years of

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