Wednesday, April 8, 2015

Hark, Sunday.

Two months ago I stopped going to sacrament meeting because I wasn't feeling it. I'd sit outside and listen to the speakers, totally miss taking the sacrament, but at least I found some kind of reverence sitting outside the sacrament room that wasn't inside it.

Just this week I realized how important partaking of the sacrament is. It's one of the most sacred ordinances in the church and I stopped doing it because of crap singing, noisy kids and speakers that talked more of their week rather than the Gospel. Too few members, and I raise my hand first, attach to this simple, though sublime, right the importance and significance it merits.

It's easy to go to church, sing praises and cry to the Lord when in need, but it's not so easy to do what's required of you and when our acts don't conform to our beliefs, non members accuse us of hypocrisy, which is one of the gross sins condemned bitterly by the Savior.

I'm going to try very hard to show, in my daily conduct - Sundays included - the ideals which on Sunday we all claim to cherish and believe.

We tend to let the formality supersede spirituality when partaking of the sacrament on Sundays and when that happens sometimes the ordinance proves to be a curse instead of a blessing.

Adjusting that attitude today despite my ward being a suck fest.