I met a guy in Biology class in 11th grade who you would have never pegged as a church-goer, his name was Addison. We had several things in common like height, humor, and lack of interest in Biology to name a few. After several months I began hanging out with him and some of his other friends as they gathered in the courtyard before school started. I recognized that something was unique about this group of people...this is where you may assume that I noticed that they didn't swear and they were all nice- you'd be wrong. They were all completely different. They had different personalities, interests, they were in different grades, and were various ages. I discovered that all of these individuals attended the same class at their church before school every morning. I having an interest in learning more about religion invited myself to attend, no one seemed to mind and some even seemed a bit surprised. While walking to class that same morning with Addison he informed me that I really didn't want to go to morning 'seminary' because it was too early and it stunk and was boring. I took this as a warning of what to expect, not as an attempt to keep me from attending. I went to the church the next day.
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Seminary.....that was kind of hazy for me.
And the rest, they say, is history!
Was that the year I threw the Bible at Addison and his mom was the teacher? Do any of you keep in touch with any of the Pennington Family anymore?
We haven't made it to the bible throwing yet, but it's on my agenda of things to mention. I served in Addison's ward while on my mission but we've only spoken a few times since then. I should give him a call.
i have addison's email address
Email it to me if you wouldn't mind.
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