This is my jam: O Holy Night (Cantique De Noel) by The Mormon Tabernacle Choir on Choral Radio ♫ #iHeartRadio #NowPlaying http://www.iheart.com/original/603?cmp=android_share
I know it isn’t Christmas folks…but why can’t all our nights be holy ones?
I was searching Spiritual Sunday on iHeart Radio and other stations all over the world offering music fitting for a beautiful Sunday…and found Choral Radio that this came from.
When I was first married in 1986 it was a wonderful time. I had just graduated from college with an AA in Piano Pedagogy from Goldenwest College in Huntington Beach, California.
I was engaged to be married to Mark Owen Motzko and immediately after framing my diploma and inviting everybody to my wedding shower I was friends with in class….I was married one day before my birthday on August 30th, 1986 with my birthday one day later on the 31st.
It would become Birthday Week in the next years to come.
Immediately after my engagement to be married was announced Mark got word from Boeing he was given a raise and promotion to be a Representative for Boeing in Sandy, Utah on what would be a 6 year assignment.
Everybody was making wisecracks about “don’t turn Mormon” and I had no idea what they meant.
Well that is where the Mormon people settled many years ago when there were no streets and no cars but horse driven wagons. They had been persecuted everywhere for their beliefs and killed- then in Utah Bringham Young marked “This is the place.”
Mark was Agnostic but a great human being for the majority of our marriage, which spanned 15 years..ending in 2001. I will remember the good times and great things we did together, even in the end the things he refused to pay alimony even with a court order and took me to court contesting it for years.
The point of writing this….we learned everything about the Mormon people because we both wanted to understand where they came from and their history and belief system because there were more of them than us and we wanted to show we cared enough to know. We realized we weren’t so different after all the more we learned!
Mark and I both didn’t smoke, didn’t drink and were respectful, kind and loving people who wished good to others.
That is built into the Mormon faith and made for a low crime rate and everybody down my block in Sandy, Utah cared about the other and helped the other. Coming from a busy impersonal city in southern California- it was a surprising refreshing change.
I met all the heads of the church and did cooking classes showing all the women in Deseret Industries how to cook lasagne and had a ball.
I gave my dad’s lasagne recipe to all the Mormon who had never seen ingredients like Mozzarella, ricotta or the homemade marinara with garlic in it.
We learned together. We laughed together.
My friends there taught me how to can alberta peaches, a kicker salsa and bread and butter dill pickles with all the beautiful produce found at road side stands.
Anyone can get along with anyone if you simply respect their point of view. You don’t have to agree on everything.
Your world will be expanded by not being close minded.
We listened to the Mormon Tabernacle Choir sing and I swear if you don’t believe in God you will when you go to Utah and hear the choir sing and see the magnificent Wasatch mountains-that look like a painting and the snow covered colored lights at The Visitor’s Center by The Tabernacle.
Be blessed, no matter what you believe.
Just remember, we don’t all have to be copies of eachother. Life would be boring, if that were the case.
Paulette L Motzko