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You must read these comments.

If not, here are some of the highlights.

• My cousin worked at EFY when a girl in a testimony meeting proclaimed that she was unable to bear her testimony with words and proceeded to perform an interpretive testimony dance next to the pulpit.

• A well-meaning Primary teacher opened a sharing-time discussion of the priesthood by asking the kids to name that special thing that only boys get to have that starts with a p.

• My daughter is starting to potty-train and she likes to wear underwear over her diaper. Well, we were in sacrament meeting (it was the “farewell” of the Bishop’s son that day so the congregation went 1/2 way into the gym) and she was rummaging around in the diaper bag and found a spare pair. My daughter then held the underwear high above her head and shouted “Look mama! Pannniieeeess!” Everyone around us started to snicker and giggle and I grabbed the offending article of clothing and stuffed it back in the diaper bag. Well, my daughter would have nothing of that and started to scream “Mama!!! I neeeed my paannniieeess!! Please gimme myyyy paaannniiees!” Then she started to sob like I had stolen her favorite toy. It was just a dandy experience.

• My son is no better you know…this one happened after church, but it still counts. My daughter had lost one of her earrings in nursery and her leader was lucky enough to find it and she brought it over to our house right after church. Well, right when I answered the front door, my son decided that it was a good time to strip and go running around the house slapping his own naked butt yelling “Yeehaw!” I thought the nursery leaders eyes were going to pop out of her head.

• We were doing the sacrament program, and the sunbeams were supposed to say, with my help, and cute little sentence about a picture they were holding. They each took turns going with me to the little free mic in the corner of the stand. One of the kids was, well, a little big of a challenge. He stood at the mike, I whispered in his ear (I was crouched down by his side) what he should say. He then grabbed the mic, growled loudly into, tackled me in my skirt to the ground and starting biting my neck like an animal. The ward didn’t stop laughing for several minutes.

• Two weeks ago my 2 y.o. was especially rowdy in sacrament meeting and let out a gargantuan burp that the whole overflow heard and laughed at. Then, he threw a plastic doorstopper into the air, which hit the light switch, leaving us in darkness. I was smacking my DH to go get him as he was laughing out loud. At least the kid has good aim.

• My sister-in-law has a 3-year-old son. One day in sacrament meeting he stood up on the bench during the final speaker’s talk and yelled at the top of his lungs, “I want you to stop talking, so say “Amen” and sit down!”

Having been inspired by this post from Miss Nemesis, I decided to share a little bit of my Sunday experience.

It was fast and testimony meeting at church this past Sunday. We are supposed to testify of Jesus Christ and other basic principals of the gospel. I wish I would have been taking notes. This was truly inspirational material.

There was the lady, the very learned one, the one who has had a career, obviously way smarter than your average church goer. To prove it, she talked about how you can know that other things that are not church related are true, like a math book and things that you learn from that. I personally have never had a testimony of math, but it seems to always work out; especially with a calculator. She next went on to point out that she had been filled with the spirit while seeing Les Miserables the day before. But again, she had to prove she was learned by pulling her French accent out. Because it is not the correct pronunciation without the French accent. She testified of the truth of Les Miserables. Right.

Another guy, who reminded me of a guy that I dated, a long, long time ago. The self-righteous one. The one who got up and talked about what a good example he was and used to bear his testimony and use analogies of computer software. That wasn’t this guy, this guy got up and said he thought those who were bearing testimony were really great people and spiritual to boot. Then he used lots of big words and talked about his favorite class at medical school which was neuro-something and blah, blah, blah. I could not listen anymore.

There were some really good testimonies as well. Very touching, they were the minority. I find that sad. I want to hear people testify of what they actually know that is faith based. I am tired of the gibberish.