A few months after returning from my LDS mission, I was invited to attend the ward of a pre-mission friend. He went to Alaska, I went to South America, and we hadn’t seen each other since.
When I showed up (on time), Brad paused and gave me the once-over. I could almost read his mind: “Kirb’s wearing a green shirt.”
Me: “You’re still wearing a white shirt.”
Him: “The way I see it, when President Kimball wears a colored shirt to church, so will I.”
I’m not sure when Mormons adopted a specific un...
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