Praying Towards Mecca in a Holy War

Yesterday was the big day.

The day all BYU fans looks forward to.

The day we played Utah in football.

The Holy War.

When I taught my seventh graders (more on that later) I told them I couldn’t use the red pen on the overhead because it’s Utah’s color.

I wore blue all week.

The statues on campus were wrapped up in Saran wrap to prevent defamation.

This family was sealed together for Time and All Eternity. Get it? Get it??
I digress.
Needless to say, we were all ready to get this on.
Let the Holy War begin.
On this fateful night of the Rivalry game against University of Utah, my ward decided it would be fun to get a projector and watch the game out on the grassy area behind the boys’ building.
Yes, we really are that cool.
What you can’t see in the picture above is that a few friends and I are located on top of the maintenance building roof sitting on my favorite Bloomfield quilt. Because we really are that cool.
Where the cool people sit.
(Notice how the arrow which would usually be red is a nice blue and white)
For those of you who watched the game, you know how intense it was. You know how bleak it looked towards the end of the third quarter, so it won’t surprise you when we tried to lead the fight song from the roof, we ended up being the only ones singing. Which was a little embarrassing, but we were the cool kids, so it was ok.
If you watched the game, you’ll also know how exciting the last few minutes were. Unless you were up on the roof with us, though, you will not realize how getting excited and accidentally jumping up and down would probably result in a one way trip through the roof. As Cody Hoffman made his amazing catch only a few seconds from the end of the game, I had to kneel down on my blanket to keep myself from jumping up and down…and even farther down as the roof caved beneath my feet. 
The excitement in the air was almost tangible as we watched in heavy anticipation to see what would happen in this year’s rivalry game. As the game continued to literally the last second, I found my hands clasped to my lips in anxiety, whispering words of encouragement for Riley and Bronco and the rest of the team. At a commercial break, as I continued my silent encouragement, I realized that I looked exactly like this woman.
Unfortunately, I did not have an awesome prayer shawl. But I was kneeling on a blanket, hands clasped together, and praying towards Mecca. (The game was being projected on the east side of the lawn.)
My devotion to BYU football seemed complete in this moment. I was becoming one with the game and pleading with the universe to let my Cougs win. It was a moment of deep personal reflection, and for a moment, all seemed right with the world.

Unfortunately, this didn’t keep us from losing with a barely-missed field goal at the very end. Oh well. Had the other Riley made the kick, we would have gone into overtime at 11:59.

And the Lord doesn’t help those playing on Sundays.


Most days, I love this time of my life. I love my classes, I love my ward, I love my friends, and I love being able to do whatever I want whenever I want. (I know this sounds like I do sketch things, but I only ever want to have clean Mormon fun, so we’re all good there, friends.)
Sometimes, though, I just want to be done.
I want to be done with school. I want to be done with dating. I want to have a job and move somewhere cool where I can make a difference in someone’s life. Even on good days where I’m content with life (which is pretty much every day), I still feel like I want to get out of this awkward in-between stage and start some sort of new life.

For the remainder of this post, I will refer to this I-Want-Out syndrome as Wanderlust.

Because this has been on my mind lately, I’ve talked to my mom about it a few times. One night when I was feeling particularly wanderlustful, she sent me this scripture from Doctrine and Covenants 123:17
Therefore, dearly beloved brethren, let us acheerfully bdo all things that lie in our power; and then may we stand still, with the utmost assurance, to see the csalvation of God, and for his arm to be revealed.
Don’t you just love that?
My dad once had the thought–If you could ask God anything about what was going to happen in the future, what would you ask? My dad’s answer: nothing.
Personally, I can think of several things I’d like to know. But after listening to my dad’s reasoning, I began to understand–I don’t need to know what the future holds for me. It won’t change anything I’m currently doing, because I know that I am living my life in a way that the Lord wants me to live. And I have enough faith to know the Lord will give me what’s best for me. Although sometimes in these Wanderlust states I wish I could  know His plan for me, I know that if I cheerfully do all things that lie in my power, God’s arm will be revealed. No question.

I generally try to avoid posts I deem “cheesy” on this bloggy blog of mine, but this is my declaration of faith and knowledge–the Lord has a plan for each one of us, and if we stand still with the utmost assurance and faith, the salvation of God will become evident in our lives through the power of His Son’s enabling atonement. Although I may go through these periods of Wanderlust, I’m never far from where I need to be if I’m striving to live my life close to the Lord.