I always liked good, better, best because it pointed out that it is not enough to merely be good. I used to think, "well, if our adversary knows us he will know that we will not do anything wrong, intentionally." So, to trip us up, we will not do horrible things, but good things, in a way that they keep us from doing the best things.
When I was at a Conference in Mississippi, we had a little "mock life". Admittedly I had a tiny advantage in that my parents were there teaching a class, so I knew that there were classes to take. And I did not know or trust or really love any of the leaders yet. When the leaders tried to convince people to go play games, that was an obvious hint to me that I ought not play games. If they would have tried to get people to go read scriptures or something, I might have stumbled and wasted my time doing that. To further complicate matters, the booths set up with teachers would refuse most people anyway, so others just quit trying that route and agreed to go play games and such. do you see what I am trying to say, here? We all just feel like doing something is better than doing nothing, and when teachers refuse to teach you anyway.... you tried, right? umm, not really hard enough.
If someone truly wanted to good, they would have ether have been somehow fortunate, like me, or tried to put the effort into figuring out why they were denied each class. Again, i just got lucky in that I took the first class first, and we were given little cards with stickers that gave permission to go to the next lesson in order. EPIPHONY! It all came clear to me almost instantly, which I thought fortunate, but actually being forced into having to figure things out can be good. I didn't figure it out all well, actually, and the last bit was funny, but it pointed out to me an important thing in just the right way at just the right time (remember that quote, Raychelle?)
Here's what happened before we all died in a mock plane crash and were assigned kingdoms to await the final meeting of the night: The last class was on Families and Sealing. There were 2 boys and 6 girls in the class. I thought, hmmm... not going to take that class cause the boys are all ugly and they might make me get sealed to one of them. but I looked and no one else was even taking classes!! uh oh! what was I to do? I figured it out. I found some random guy and explained the game to him and sorta took him from playing with his friends (one of which was his girlfriend) to go through the classes in order. I got him to the last class and got sealed just in time , my group was the last one through before they announced the food was ready and we needed to "catch a pane to Hawaii".
So we all died on the plane and we were "judged" mostly it was according to the stamps on our cards, but also we were asked a personal question that defined our standing ultimately before God. So, I was assigned this beautiful place with music and flowing white curtains. I was checked on frequently by what I decided must be "ministering angels". It felt like a very long time that I was in the room alone. Everyone had gone on a tour of possible ,"kingdoms" so, I knew they were not individual rooms, but eventually others came and the last thing for the day was that people who did not have their spouse were gathered and assigned as children to other couples. Ah hah! perhaps we did not need a husband afterall! but, my guy was there and we were given a LOT of kids, but, when we were lead to the gymnasium to meet with everyone else, my family dispersed, other families stayed together!! urrrrgh! and then, they asked us to share our experience with everyone. Hahaha! Mine was that even if you do everything all right, you might be all alone. My husband had left to go be with his real friends and girlfriend who had not figured things out.
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