Today there was an awkward, but funny, moment in sacrament meeting.
While the bread is broken before being blessed and passed to the congregation, a hymn is sung by the congregation – the sacrament hymn. These are some of the more reverent hymns, leading our thoughts to the Saviour Jesus Christ and His atoning sacrifice, the bread and water being emblems of His gift, and how we show our renewed commitment to follow Him.
Today, the sacrament hymn was number 173 in the hymn book ‘While of these emblems we partake’. On the facing page lay #174, ‘While of these emblems we partake’. Same lyrics, different tune.
If only the missionaries were not the chorister and organist. If only our 80+ years organist was playing the organ today. If only the Bishopric realised the mistake. If only the whole congregation were more musically literate. If only our congregation knew the tune to hymn 173…
So many if only’s… The result, after the first verse the congregational singing fell to an all time low volume… there was some recovery by end of the final fourth verse. I didn’t hear anyone speak of it afterwards – it was so shockingly bad, I think we were collectively too embarrassed!!
This is how it should sound. Enjoy!!
On Monday we dropped off our three eldest children at the church youth camps for the week. (It’s quiet at home!)
The difference in the camps for the young women (YW) and the young men (YM)! Wow!! This shouldn’t surprise me but it is enlightening to compare!
First stop at a little before 10h was YW camp, to the north of home. A beautiful green, well kept field, with new shower facilities, much to the relief of Daur1 who had already warned her sister, Daur2, “don’t shower barefoot!!”. Everyone worked together to erect large 6-8 man tents which the girls will be sharing in their age groups. A large marquee was also erected as a food tent, and each girl had been asked to bring not only secret sister gifts to share but also a camp seat/ chair (so they don’t have to sit on the ground). As we hugged farewell Daur2 noted there’s music for the devotionals – a portable organ.
The kit list for the Young Men was similar, minus gifts, camp seats, and including tents. My dear husband and I picked up Son1 (and Son2, too young for the camps, having ate first lunch prepared by Son1) around lunch time and headed south, into the forest. Following the instructions we pulled into a discrete car park behind a golf course club house. A gate in a hedge met us and beyond a grove opened up – the leader greeted us. As we entered the shady grove, several tents had already been pitched around a central area with rubber mats and a rope with a large knot hanging from a tree. I made no comment on what this scene could suggest… There were a few ‘seen better days’ huts and Son1 immediately began pitching his 4-man (all for me) tent at one end of the tent round, closest to the fire pit. I noted plenty of logs that could double up for seats. Others arrived, tents continued to go up, each team of young men working alone or with who they came. Help was not requested and when offered it was rejected – we’re almost there. It was such a macho scene!! Son1 looked embarrassed as I helped with the tent – but I didn’t care, I’m his mother!! We left as more young men arrived and I really wonder if they will all fit – I think there will be some tent sharing for Son1. I’m concerned that he seems to feel he’ll cope without a sleeping mat… night temperatures have dropped… but that was his choice, he refused to get one. His sisters took the air beds/ mattresses 🙂
We left Son1 deep in the forest and headed to my mother’s house for lunch – Son2’s second lunch!
I am absolutely sure they will have fantastic camps. Men and women are different in so many great ways. We have to learn from and be here for each other.