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 . . .