Last week we were short a
speaker. The counselor who was
conducting the meeting announced that he would be calling on some members from
the audience to share their testimonies.
It reminded me of a time when I had lived in mom's ward and what took place when the speakers
were absent. The bishop at the time would conduct special meetings that became
quite popular with the youth - though I can only remember being in attendance
for two of the meetings.
He had announced that the scheduled
speakers hadn't shown for whatever reason and apologized to the organist for
not having made arrangements with her, but had invited each member in
attendance to think of our favorite hymn and if we felt prompted to do so, we
could each take a turn coming up to the stand to say what our favorite hymn was
and why we liked it. We would then sing
the hymn as a congregation. On those
days, our congregation truly worshiped the entire meeting through music.
I enjoyed listening to others share
their testimonies on why the hymn was a favorite for them. I enjoyed watching the enthusiasm of the
youth and sharing discoveries that they had made. I enjoyed singing.
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