One – even the music that is allowed can be made into feeling the wrong spirit. I once saw a woman singing “O Holy Night” for the Christmas program raise her arms up full-on broadway style when she hit the high note. While it did teach me how to laugh hysterically on the inside while keeping a straight face on the outside, it was rather distracting.
Two – listening to a polynesian elder perform “Brightly Beams Our Father’s Mercy” on guitar was one of the highlights of my mission. The spirit was super-strong as you could tell he meant every word.]]>
I’m old enough to remember that stuff, and fondly, too. (except the mid-week Primary … oooo how I hated that.) Best thing about evening Sacrament Meetings was the good excuse to sing God Be With You someplace besides a funeral. And coming home to treats and Wonderful World of Disney.]]>
marv, I completely agree.]]>
timbre =/= distortion]]>