Boyd_K_Packer wrote:I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that without the gospel I would be prone to all manner of wickedness. For behold, just yesterday I attended a session at the local excercise establishment. While attending to my excercises, I witnessed exceeding displays of physical sexuality amongst both the male and female patrons. Scantily clad bodies rippling with masculinity performed bench presses and deep squats while surrouonded by exposed cleavages and bouncing bosoms on the treadmills. These immoral displays caused the worldy desires within me to stir. Had it not been for the hymns which I keep strategically stored in my short term memory for such emergencies, I fear I would not have been able to control the desire to self fornicate myself in the locker room shower. The hymn I chose to sing silently within my head was "Put your shoulder to the wheel." This sacred hymn kept my mind focused on the task at hand, which was to excercise my muscles, not my worldy passions. I barely escaped this close encounter with my chastity intact, only because I have the gospel in my life. Without the gospel, I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that I would live my life as a chronic masturbator.
I say these things in the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.
Boyd K. Packer
A glimpse into the mind of whoever's puppet this is. What is there? Sex, Sex, Sex, Sex, Sex, and can't envision that anyone else might not be that obsessed.