Mormon prayers are very distinct, and it’s easy to pick a Mormon out of the crowd, if, say, the crowd is praying. We grew up reciting the same prayers over and over, and I can still say them. I can even recite the sacrament blessing even though I’m not a male, and certainly never actually BLESSED the sacrament.
One Sunday after church, we were saying a blessing over our food, and the phone started ringing, and my sister, who had just entered her teens and lived with a phone stuck to the side of her head, jumped up to answer it. “Jesus Christ?” she said, instead of hello.
Now, it wasn’t Christ calling, although given it was a Sunday, it could have been the bishop or someone else with churchly duties in mind. They probably didn’t mind being called Jesus.
Unless they thought she was swearing at them. I suppose that’s possible. But the truth is, I learned to pray early, and often, and by rote, and most other Mormon children learned the same thing.
Still, when I happened upon this little snippet on Dooce’s Web site, I had to share it, I admit to being a little floundered. Apparently, Kristy Snow, traffic reporter in Utah, has given a FEW TOO MANY prayers in her lifetime, because her traffic report ended in a very unusual, uniquely Utah, way.
It’s just too good not to share.