Ugh! Today was one of those tip-the-scale kinds of days. You know, the kind where if someone looks at you wrong--in a good way or a bad way--the feelings in your heart come leaking out of your eyes. That's how church started out.
It started with the musical number in sacrament meeting. The Elders Quorum (the men's group) got up and sang "Called to Serve." In case you aren't familiar with this song, here it is for you....
I was impressed with the men standing in front of the congregation. Some of them knew this song inside, outside and upside down--in Chinese, in Afrikaans, in Portuguese, in Spanish. It's sung frequently when groups of missionaries get together.
Some of the men sang without books, some sang with books but never even looked at them (used them as a security blanket of sorts, I guess). Some of them clung to them and intently followed each word.
I was impressed that no matter where these men were in their understanding of the significance of this song, there they were standing in front of us singing their hearts out.
"Onward. Ever onward. As we glory in His name."
I became grateful for missionaries who taught my grandparents and my mom. I became very aware of how some of these men singing had been those who had taught some such as my family and how some had been taught.
I was also acutely aware of the fact that it's almost like missionaries are hand-picked for those who learn from them. At least that was the case in my family.
My dad shared with me that it was the humor and a practical joke that one of the missionaries pulled on my grandfather that helped him join the church. It changed my family's life. How would that missionary have known that unless he was inspired of God?
I am grateful for inspired and dedicated missionaries!
"God our strength will be. Press forward ever. Called to serve our King."
Thank you for your song today, gentlemen. You touched my heart.