House-Hunting and Background Checks, Mormon-style

A week ago I called my bishop and told him I was heading to Richland. He gave me the name and number of the Richland Stake President (i.e. man in charge). I told the Stake President what I wanted: private room and bath, furniture, WiFi, laundry, and meals. He called my bishop to make sure I wasn't a lunatic. Then, two days later, I had a place to live for the summer. I love my church leadership. They take care of me.