Fast Sunday

During sacrament meeting at church we sat behind a family with 3 young boys. It was Fast Sunday and the family's oldest boy (I'd say he was about 9) got up to share his testimony.

It went something like this:

"I know the church is true. I love my family. (Long Pause) This morning I went with my dad to do fast offerings. When we got to the last house the guy gave us five dollars, and he wasn't even Mormon. (Long Pause) You should think about that."

With a chuckle from the audience the boy walked off the stand. By the time he got back to his parents, there were tears in his eyes. He was serious about what he had said, and he didn't get why everyone laughed. I could tell he was so embarrassed.

The dad tucked the boys head into his shoulder and told him he did a great job. I then vowed that after the meeting was over, I would tell him he did a great job too. I just couldn't stand the thought that his embarrassment (for trying to do the right thing) might deter him from ever sharing his testimony again.

When the meeting ended I got up and went to say something, but before I opened my mouth another lady interrupted. So, I waited for her to go first.

This is what she said:

"Are you the boy that said your testimony about the five dollars? That man you talked about is my husband. You're right, he isn't a Mormon. I haven't been to church in over ten years, but after you came to my house this morning I realized it was time I came back. So, thank you."

Then she walked away.

I no longer felt the need to say anything at all. I mainly just wanted to cry. Okay, I did cry...just a little.