Between the most overtly political talk I've ever heard in Church (can you guess which party he advocated for in his talk about self-reliance?) and the singing "If You Could Hie to Kolob" during the rest hymn, I can't help but understand why people think we are a little . . . . um . . . . out there.
Then the last speaker spoke about his mother's conversion. Generous to a fault, his mother ended up feeding the Mormon elders one Friday night. They left her a copy of the Book of Mormon. Being a curious and voracious reader she finished it by Saturday afternoon. She was baptized on Sunday and has never, in thirty years, looked back once. He shared scripture after scripture from the Book of Mormon and bore his own powerful testimony. I felt the Spirit. I thought of my own many and remarkable encounters with the Book of Mormon, and I remembered why I love this Church so much.
But I still might have to say something to somebody about that shocking talk . . .
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Yeah, our testimony meeting a few weeks ago had some lovely stuff, including a testimony by a woman who was just baptized last month. And then there was the one guy who went off about research he has done about how we were founded as a Christian nation and that the current 'regime' has been tearing down the Constitution and that it is up to the priesthood to fight for it. I think my jaw hit the floor a little during his testimony. Most of the time I think my ward is pretty cool, and then something like that happens.
Good grief. It's like I was saying to Emily yesterday, when you have a good Sunday with a really good talk, it's so great and powerful and testimony-building, but when things go off the tracks . . . look out. Sounds like you had both ends of the spectrum in the same meeting. :/
Oh dear.
At least you had something to make up for the crazy. Sometimes it's just all crazy with no spiritual.
The first and only time my husband went to church with me, there was a lot of time during sacrament meeting devoted to discussion of temple underwear. I don't remember all of it, but I do remember them saying that if you sew it yourself or have it sewn, it has to be by a worthy person. I remember the adamant nature of the talk and the strangeness of the content as being very off-putting. It was very weird. Almost as weird for me as for him, since I have never gone to the temple for more than baptisms.
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