But I need to tell you about my evening before I hit the hay.
Tuesday was busy. Things finally started winding down at about 8:00pm. There was nothing on TV, so I grabbed my laptop to see what mischief I could get into.
Instead, I remembered that my new deacon wants to go do baptisms for the dead, and since it is always more fun to do actual family names, I logged into FamilySearch to see what I could find.
Let me make this perfectly clear: I am not a genealogist. I am not a Family Historian. I’m not sure if I can even claim obedience regarding this particular aspect of salvation for the dead.
I know precious little about how it all works, but I figured that if I can spend countless hours online, I might as well see if I can save some souls while doing it.
So I clicked on my family tree thingy, and got that great fan a the top of the post. See how nearly complete it is? I come from well-established Mormon roots who have done a lot of the work already. But not all of it.
As long as I can remember, there has been one guy that has been a complete mystery – an enigma – a ghost. We had almost all decided that he was really just a contrived excuse for a pregnancy or some other family secret.
It was THIS guy who was gumming up the works:
For years he just sat there, a cipher.
So I decided to take a look. After just a few searches, I stumbled across a marriage record for my great-grandmother and HIM – the mystery man. He was real! And I found him!
You wanna know how I found him? Just a few months ago, somewhere in this big old world, some saint sat in front of a computer screen and indexed a whole slew of marriage records. Yes, it might have been you. It could have been a teenager heeding the call from the prophets. It could have been someone who was just trying to be involved by doing indexing work. Whomever it was, they broke my family logjam when they entered that marriage record into the system, and I salute them.
And it was off to the races.
For the next FIVE hours, I sat in my chair, furiously researching, comparing, typing, submitting, etc. By the time I was to exhausted to do any more, I could barely stand up from lack of movement. The house was dark, and everyone had gone to bed – even my ever-understanding EC.
I have 23 ordinances ready to go for my family to take to the temple. I know that to some of you, 23 is nothing, but to me it is a HUGE accomplishment. I know there are a lot of ancestors on the other side that are saying, “Seriously? He figured it out?”
There are times when I have felt the Spirit of Elijah nudging me, and I have been timid – for fear of getting into something I don’t really feel I have time for.
Tonight was different. I just let it roll, and take me where I needed to go. It also opened doors to figure out another line that has sat waiting for decades.
It was a blast.
Now I need to go to bed, because I’m exhausted. But it’s a good kind of exhausted.