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ON THE BRIGHT SIDE

One evening last year while we were visiting Rotorua, New Zealand, we had dinner at the guest house where we were staying. My husband, a non-member, told one of the waitresses that I was a Mormon, and he knew I would love to go to Sunday Church meetings the next day. He asked her if she knew where to find the LDS Church. The waitress told him her father used to be a bishop, and she could get me a ride to church the next morning, which she did. The majority of the members were Polynesians, and they had a beautiful meetinghouse. The leaders were asking for clothing to be donated for needy members on a nearby island, as we frequently do in the United States. It proved to me that no matter where you go, you can feel at home in the familiar surroundings of the gospel.