Comments on: Memorable Sacrament Meetings

By: Don D

Don D — Wed, 09 Aug 2006 03:40:18 +0000

At a stake conference once, one of the speakers was talking about the second coming. I was not the only one surprised when he told us the exact date the second coming would occur.

By: Floyd the Wonderdog

Floyd the Wonderdog — Sun, 06 Aug 2006 17:54:37 +0000

One snowbird sister clearly needs her meds upped. She got up again this Fast Sunday and started rambling. She testified that if it’s the last thing she does, she’ll take the weeds off her sister’s grave.

Last summer, she stood and started pointing in different directions and telling everyone which towns were in which direction. Then she said, “What will we do??? WHAT WILL WE DO???”

Then there are the three sisters who think that Testimony Meeting is group therapy and start rambling about their problems. They never hit on anything that could even remotely be considered a testimony. They don’t talk about how the gospel helped them with their problems, etc. It’s just how much trouble men and teenagers are. One sister related how she wishes that she had never heard of the gospel, because then she could be happy living the way SHE wanted to.

By: BrianJ

BrianJ — Sun, 06 Aug 2006 05:27:40 +0000

Susan M: What a moving post! Especially the story about the mom giving you words of encouragement: “You’re such a good mom.” How wonderful that a simple comment–one she has undoubtedly forgotten–could mean so much: “I don’t remember her name, but I’ve never forgotten that moment.”

By: Jacob

Jacob — Sat, 05 Aug 2006 04:29:30 +0000

My most memorable Sacrament meeting was on my mission in Florida. We finally got an investigator to come to church (I never had good luck with this) and it was testimony meeting. Some lady got up and told everyone God told her the time had come, we all needed to go to Utah for the end was near. It went on and on like that. I was nervously watching our investigator and passed him a note saying something about how this was obviously a crazy lady. I was pretty sure this would be his last Sunday. Later he got baptized.

By: Bret

Bret — Sat, 05 Aug 2006 04:02:36 +0000

Like Floyd said, I don’t remember specific things about really spiritual meetings, though I do remember them adn there have been many!! I remember the spirit that was there.

Oh wait! One I do remember was a great testimony meeting on my mission (rare, I know) in the Inglewood 1st ward (even MORE rare). We had a less active guy there who haflway through handed me a note he wrote saying “The spirit IS here, this IS the true church.”

By: Susan M

Susan M — Fri, 04 Aug 2006 22:01:11 +0000

I used to get kind of bothered about kids getting up and reciting their testimonies, until I heard a woman speak once who mentioned she actually started gaining a testimony by bearing it as a young woman. Now I realize that it’s the perfect opportunity for a child to really feel the Spirit.

By: Thurbs

Thurbs — Fri, 04 Aug 2006 21:48:26 +0000

A few months ago a string of kids lined up to bear their testimonies one Sunday. At the time, I decided to hunch over and close my eyes for a few minutes. “I’d like to bear my testimony and I know this church is true and I’m thankful for…” It was your typical kid testimony, one right after the other.

Well, one 10-year-old started the same way, but said “I’d like bear my testimony (followed by a long pause)” then he continued “I’m not sure if the church is true.” He talked about how hard it is with everyone saying they “know.” I think it took courage for him to say that he didn’t know and was looking for the truth. He asked his parents and it seems they gave him some direction and flexibility to continue searching. Obviously, they pointed him in the “is true” direction, but they did it in a way that he’d have to find out for himself.

By: Jack

Jack — Fri, 04 Aug 2006 21:34:44 +0000

My most memorable sacrament meeting is the one wherein, as a twelve year-old, I fell flat on my back as I approached the podium to give my talk.

By: Susan M

Susan M — Fri, 04 Aug 2006 19:20:29 +0000

These are all awesome. You’re all reminding me of more stories, too.

By: Kim Siever

Kim Siever — Fri, 04 Aug 2006 19:15:39 +0000

Oh, and one more. Sister Enid Miller was a convert to the Church in Regina. She used to be a baptist. And she was black. She would often clap to hymns. Nice and loud too. She often would bear her testimony on the first Sunday and would sing on her way up there and never used the mike. I wonder if she’s still alive.