It was given a few months ago by a little old lady who’d recently returned from a mission. She isn’t a member of our ward (she was there on invitation from the high council speaker), and I don’t remember her name.
The Bishop introduced her by telling us she used to be his seminary teacher, and he shared how when the kids weren’t paying attention, she’d just start singing until they were.
So when she got up to the podium, she began singing a hymn. She sang a verse or two on her own, then motioned for us all to join in, and had the whole congregation singing along.
It was the funniest talk I’ve ever heard. She made funny/rude noises. She cracked jokes about herself and others. And she was so full of love for Christ, the gospel, and everyone around her that it was contagious.
She served her mission in New Jersey. Her companion was her best friend, both widows. They lived above a thrift store and volunteered in it during the day. It wasn’t affiliated with the Church and they weren’t allowed to discuss religion in the store, although they were allowed to wear their missionary name tags. So what’d she do? She sang primary songs while working. And she showered people with love.
She was brimming over with it. It was irrisistable.
I imagine that’s what Christ must be like. Pure love. Filled with joy.
I found myself thinking, as I listened to her talk, “That’s what I want to be like when I grow up.”