On the sweetness of Mormon life.
Last Sunday I took our toddler out to the foyer for a few words. She got them, cried, calmed down, and I was saying hello to a few latecomers when the rest hymn started. I could barely hear it out there but it drew me like a magnet. When I walked into the chapel into the full sound of the congregration singing hymn 95, a new hymn to me, it was like walking through the veil into the celestial room.
The last few weeks church hadn’t done much for me. That changed. Our two high councilmen spoke strongly with the Spirit. Bishop got up and tried to say a few words at the end. But he was too moved to talk. He worked at speaking for awhile. Finally he said, ‘anyhow,’ and closed the meeting.