Up today, on the website of the Interpreter Foundation:
Two recent items from Jeff Lindsay:
Last weekend, my wife and I enjoyed an outdoor, physically-distanced, partially potluck dinner in the backyard of the widow of our good friend and former branch president in Cairo, my eventual colleague on the faculty at Brigham Young University (on whom, see “Arnold H. Green [1940-2019]” and “Bidding Farewell to Arnie Green”). Also there, with their wives and a daughter, were my former mentor, colleague, and department chair Dil Parkinson, now retired, and Joey Green, Arnie and Lani’s son, who was a very young boy when we first met him in Egypt and who has somehow managed to combine a passion for jazz guitar and the novels of Jane Austen with a highly successful and still unfolding career in the military. (See “Joseph Green: Fully Committed.”)
We had a very enjoyable time, not only eating and reminiscing but, well, discussing such subjects as film adaptations of Jane Austen’s novels and Dil’s challenging work on a not yet complete new translation of the Book of Mormon into Arabic.
A couple of weeks ago, the anonymous perennial detractor whom I’ve dubbed my “Mini-Stalker” was shedding his usual crocodile tears about my sad hate- and anger-driven career, which has brought such shame on my church and my university. His specific theme, this time, was my ever-accelerating descent into obscurity. irrelevance, and loneliness. There can be no doubt that he’s right, of course, and that my depressing fate is richly merited and entirely just. Still, I take comfort and satisfaction in the fact that I’ll be accompanied to my solitary and disgraced exile by such good friends.
I hope that you enjoyed General Conference today as much as I did. I’m looking forward to the Sunday sessions.