I had to share this. The Savior came for all of us… but most especially for the misfits, the outcasts, the downtrodden, the unloved, and the hurting. The whole need not a physician, but those who are ill. My thanks to the author for such a comforting perspective.
When I went to school in Idaho I loved a certain spot in the Rexburg temple in the waiting area of the baptistry. Each time I went there I sat right there–in that same spot– just because of a certain picture.
It was a painting of the Savior holding a little black sheep, right beside the pew in the back. I would stare at it and think about everything that it meant to me. Essentially, it seemed that I was actually the one in the Savior’s arms in that picture.
And if you’re reading this and you’re a misfit too–perfect. I’m glad there’s two of us. Or three. Or maybe even more than that. Either way, it’s good to know I’m not alone in the category of “Mormon misfits”. So welcome, friend.
How am I a misfit, you might ask? I simply don’t fit the conventional mold of…
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