So I plop down in my normal pew and open the program to see who was speaking in Sacrament Meeting today. I didn’t see any names of speakers, and at first I was disoriented, thinking it must be Fast Sunday. But it’s the middle of July, so it couldn’t be Fast Sunday. And as I looked at the program more closely, I realized we were holding a musical testimony meeting today.
I’ve heard of these before, always with a twinge of envy, but never personally experienced one. My testimony is mediated more through music than anything else, so I had always wanted to participate in one of these. I looked forward to the meeting with anticipation.
I plotted a couple of possibilities in case there was a lull, as I didn’t want to waste any time just sitting there. The two I came up with were Be Still My Soul (which we actually got to sing, as someone else picked it–I love the haunting Sibelius tune) and Press Forward Saints (I went to a fireside in Wilmette once and that was the opening song, and it was as if I had heard it for the first time, it was so powerful). But there was no need. It was a little bit slow getting started, but then there was a rush as people came up to announce their selections and why they were meaningful to them.
Some of the songs I can remember that we sang were Love at Home, I am a Child of God, Praise to the Man, Oh My Father, A Poor Wayfaring Man of Grief, How Great Thou Art, and many others. There was no end of people coming up to the stand, and so the Bishop stood up and said that only those already seated on the stand could make selections, and then we would close the meeting (we went about 15 minutes over as it was). There were about four people left; one was a brother who had come up to give the selection of a disabled sister sitting on the back row, who was unable to come up and suggest it personally.
One of those last few people on the stand was a little Primary girl. She is half-black; her father is from Ghana and in our Stake Presidency. Their kids have that multiracial thing going on and are all stunningly gorgeous.
This little girl very shyly approaches the podium, pulls the microphone down so that we can hear her, and asks for us to sing If You Could Hie to Kolob.
So we did.
Sometimes this is an awesome church.