Sunday March 17th.  Margie's 76th birthday.  We arrived at the meetinghouse at 8:00 to take part in choir practice, and told the conductor that we would be leaving promptly at 8:40 so that we could be at the Pine Valley Branch at 10:00 where I was to speak.

At 8:40 I took Marjorie by the hand, and we left.  As we approached the base of the hill several miles out of town, the Holy Ghost said, "Do you have your briefcase?"

Mentally I said, "Yes.  It's on the back seat behind me.  I remember putting it there."

"No, it isn't, and your talk is in it."

"It is there!" I argued.  "I distinctly remember putting it there."

I tussled with those thoughts for half a minute, and then said out loud, "Marjorie, do you see two briefcases on the seat behind me?"

"I only see one, unless the other one is on the floor."

I pulled to the side of the road, jumped out of the car, jerked open the back door, and found that my precious satchel was not there!

Back to the church we went.  I ran in, retrieved my satchel from where I'd leaned it against the back of the organ, and again headed for Halfway.

Over and over and over I was thanking the Lord for the Holy Ghost who brings all things to our remembrance.

But the Holy Ghost wasn't done with me.  Now it kept saying, "Slow down.  You have enough time."

And, indeed, we did.  I learned that it's possible to get from the Baker meetinghouse to the Pine Valley meetinghouse in one hour and one minute driving just a little faster than I'd like.

The moral of the story, and the lesson to be learned is:

Never argue with the Holy Ghost.

When you receive an impression, act on it.

Don't rationalize, don't procrastinate, and don't argue.

Just do it.