Going the Second Mile
Mother made her famous Chicken Enchilada casserole to take to the new family who was moving into the house across the street, while Andrea rolled the peanut butter cookie dough into balls and placed them on the baking sheet.
“Their daughter looks like she’s just about my age,” Andrea said excitedly. “Do you think she likes peanut butter cookies?”
“If she’s anything like you, she will,” Mother teased while removing the cookies from the oven.
When the cookies had cooled Andrea placed a dozen of them on a paper plate while Mother put the casserole and a tossed salad in a box with some paper plates and plastic utensils. “Are you ready?” Mother asked Andrea.
Andrea smiled and picked up the plate of cookies. “I’m ready,” she answered. “Let’s go!”
“Someone’s at the door!,” Kati squealed with excitement as she ran to answer the door with Mother close behind.
“Welcome to the neighborhood,” Andrea said, handing the plate of cookies to Kati.
After all the introductions were made the mothers visited while the girls went upstairs to see Kati’s new bedroom. “My bedroom is lavender, too!” Andrea exclaimed. “It’s my favorite color.”
“Mine too!” Kati said. “What’s your favorite food?”
“Tacos,” Andrea answered.
“Me too!” Kati laughed, “And peanut butter cookies are my favorite cookie!”
“Mine too!” Andrea giggled. “I bet we both like all the same things.”
“I’ve got an idea,” Kati said. “Let’s have a tea party!”
Andrea frowned. “I don’t drink tea.”
Kati laughed. “Of course not, silly. We’re too young,” she said. “We’ll just pretend. We’ll really have milk with our cookies.”
“I don’t drink tea because I’m too young,” Andrea explained, “I don’t drink it because it’s against my religion. I wouldn’t feel right even pretending.”
“Well then we’ll just have a milk party instead!” Kati exclaimed.
Andrea breathed a sigh of relief. Together they ran downstairs to the kitchen. Kati filled the toy teapot with milk, while Andrea placed two of the peanut butter cookies on a toy plate. The girls giggled and talked as they had their milk party. Kati told Andrea all about her old home and Andrea told Kati more about the Word of Wisdom.
“My dad smokes,” Kati said solemnly, “I hate it. I’m afraid he’ll get lung cancer and die.”
“Wait here, Kati,” she said. “I’ve got the best idea.” Andrea had been taught in Primary that you should go the second mile and she was going to do it. Andrea ran home and opened the top drawer of her dresser and removed a blue book. “I’ve been waiting for a chance to give this to somebody,” she whispered. “Thank you, Heavenly Father, for giving me this opportunity,” she silently prayed.
Andrea handed Kati the book. “This is The Book of Mormon. I wrote my testimony here,” she said as she opened the cover. “A long time ago a fourteen-year-old boy named Joseph Smith saw Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ…”
Kati got goose bumps as Andrea told her the story of the First Vision. Could this Joseph Smith really be a prophet like Abraham and Moses. She then thought about the things Andrea had taught her about the Word of Wisdom.
“If your family joined the Church your dad would quit smoking,” Andrea said.
“So the Word of Wisdom was written a long, long time ago? Before most doctors knew that smoking and drinking were bad for you?” Kati asked.
“I never thought about it that way,” Andrea said, “But, yes. Long before.”
That night Kati started to read The Book of Mormon. She didn’t understand all she read, but she felt good inside. Then she thought about what Andrea had said about going the second mile. Reading The Book of Mormon by herself was going the first mile, but if she told her parents about the things Andrea had taught her and asked them if they could read The Book of Mormon together, she would be going the second mile too!
by Margie Nauta Lee