On the sweetness of Mormon life.

Your internal monologue is comic. You are laughing at yourself. You think about your recent interest in jazz dance and Latin. Your children have taken them up, so you have taken a shine to them to. You remember an acquaintance whose taste ran to honky-tonk until his son turned into a violinist. You remember that then he turned into an evangelist for classical music. You grin. Parents will go to any length to be impressed by their children, you think.

A voice says, “Yes. Consider the atonement.”

At church your daughters perform the Crusaders’ Hymn.