I mistakenly engaged in a brief discussion with a few of these kindly Christian souls. How it warmed my heart to be told that I was worshipping the wrong Jesus, or that every time I opened my mouth, I was speaking for my father, the devil. How decent of these people to come and shed a ray of sunshine on my otherwise miserable existence.

The encounter upset me and I should not have let it do so. I know better than to roll in the mud with pigs, for I also get dirty, and the pigs enjoy it. But the messages of the conference session were powerful and uplifting, and after the meeting was over, I joined a group of people lining the sidewalk in front of Temple Square, singing songs of faith. That felt much better and I went home encouraged, and at peace, but with just enough residual irritation to write this letter. Now it's out of my system, and I can rest well.

Christopher C. DeSantis

Salt Lake City