Sunday, July 31, 2005

Youth Conference and Literal Shout-Outs

My stake just got back from youth conference and I went to most of it because there's really nothing I like more than youth, collectively, and conference, specifically. The conference was held at Camp Williams and I got there just in time for a fireside and a dance. You might think that I'd be too diffident or self-conscious to enjoy myself at a stake youth conference dance but you'd be wrong. Remember, my association with Rachel during my formative years has made me something of an enigma. So I did a little dancing and, well, let's just say that by the end of the night the stake president had succombed to my invisible lasso. I'll be honest with you--it's pretty hard to resist. The next day when I asked him if he was sore from all the dancing he replied (and I quote), "It would take a lot more dancing than that to make me sore." Yowza. I'll be honest with you--I've never heard such a startling proclamation of stamina from a stake president before. As with everything he says, I believe it.

Youth conference concluded with a testimony meeting. This really was very nice, and very moving, and was almost 3 hours long. Talk about stamina. During said testimony meeting a young man was bearing his testimony about how nervous he had been about getting to know people and then how pleased he was that everyone had turned out to be so friendly. At the very end of his remarks a young lady shouted from the back row "Aw, come on ____, you know we love you!" Let me pause here to say that this took place in the chapel where an outburst like that is certainly uncommon if not inappropriate. Let me extend this pause to mention the numerous times during youth conference when people seemed to wonder why I was there, who I was affiliated with, and what might have compelled me to join up with this group of people trying to mind their own business and have a decent youth conference (confirming my belief that no one really knows who I am or why I am there). Ok. On with the story. So this young lady makes kind of a wacky comment that's not quite right for the tone of the meeting. It was at this time that the person next to me looked at me and said, "She's one of your girls, isn't she." That's right sister!

Today when I saw the young lady--the outburster--at church I just couldn't help it. I had to know. She seems like someone who, while fairly outgoing, has the sense not to yell out during a testimony. I was so intrigued. I made a bit of an outburst myself. "What compelled you to do that?" She told me that she knew it was an odd thing to do, but really felt strongly (at the time) that the young man on the stand needed some support--a shout out, if you will. Unfortunately, she chose to do this literally. She felt very dumb about it and had a lot of regrets. Considering my behavior at the dance the night before, I knew just how she felt. There was no need for me to lecture her or make her feel worse. Listen, I'm not the most articulate person and I don't always know just what to say but the mantle of the young women's presidency does rest squarely on my shoulders. The words came to me immediately: "It's all good, honey. It's all good."

23 comments:

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  2. That is so funny, and yet very sweet to think of a young lady being "moved upon by the Spirit" to give a "shout out to a homey" during a testimony meeting. You handled it beautifully, by the way. :) You always know just what to say...

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  3. 2 things:
    You're spoiling us. Three fresh blogs in 6 days . . . what a treat!

    And, as members of said congregation, who, through no fault of their own, had to miss said testimony meeting, who was the shouterouter? Two guesses came to mind, but we're not sure. Just talk in code and we'll figure it out--say her age and what rhymes with her name or name her immediate neighbours on both sides, or some other clandestine way of letting us know that will preserve her dignity, your secret will be safe with us--I mean we could just ask Luke to tell us, but it will be much more fun this way. (Are you paying attention Luke? If she doesn't squeal you'll have to take matters into your own hands, but do remember to be subtle.)

    P.S. In not wanting to reveal my true shallow identity, I googled the word busybody and this link came up and it was an intriguing blog that was kind of apropos so I decided to use it, but then worried that someone might decide to comment on this unsuspecting persons' blog who would have no idea where you were coming from . . .
    Oh what a tangled web we weave . . .

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  4. Well, at least someone from our Ward said something. Remember last years testimony meetin’.

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  5. I think endearments need to be loudly vocalized more often. GREAT POST!

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  6. One time in church I started singing Bob Dylan's "It ain't me, babe" as loud as I possibly could. I even had a harmonica.

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  7. I can't believe you called this post "Holiday". You're going to miss this...I know you've been begging, nay, campaigning to get out of it, but you're going to cry into your Cheer-smelling pillow that you won't be hanging with the youtes of the ward any longer...

    But don't fret, Cub Scouts and Activity Day ladies provide loads and loads of blodder...

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  8. Oh Carrie, I called it holiday because it was like I went on holiday over the weekend during youth conference. And because of the Green Day song--I almost called it "Can I Get Another Amen," but that seemed too obscure.

    I will miss hanging out with the youtes of the ward.

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  9. Wait, did you get released? I'm confused.

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  10. I'm sure that what I'm about to say here will reveal some psychiatric disorder that I don't know I have but I can't tell you how many times I have wanted to shout or say things at inappropriate times. They seem so funny in my head but there is nothing more uncomfortable or awkward than the pause that follows the inappropriate comment.

    Am I crazy?

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  11. What the crap is a youte? If you are quoting My Cousin Vinney, then I know what you are talking about.

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  12. Amy, the reason you want to shout out things in church is because you are a black southern baptist born into a white mormon girl's body...and thus is has been all your life. And I would know...

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  13. The comments are almost as funny as the blog itself, over here in Kacy land.

    There was a sister in our ward, who said, "I know you want to be sexy, but..." during her testimony (refering to her daughter who was struggling with some issues)

    and I wanted to shout out...a thing or two.

    Thank goodness I had that mini snickers in my mouth, to prevent it~!

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  14. Just today, Berkeley made a crack at dinner that we all couldn't quite believe then she looked up and said, "Did I just say that out loud?"

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  15. We should encourage more youth shout-outs--then maybe when they're adults they'd liven up Church meetings. They are, after all, the hope of the future.

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  16. I would have gotten the reference to the Green Day song. That was the only one that I was actually dancing too.

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  17. And calling this post "Holiday" isn't obscure enough, if you ask me.

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  18. Oh crap. I just remembered what I was going to call this post: "I Hope You Dance." Too late now.

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  19. Did they play that song?

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  20. No. But it's always playing in my mind.

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  21. Who's Busybody? Show yourself!

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  22. I'm sorry but the "coolest" thing I can come up with to say is that you just, like, totally, like crack me up. I'm giggling...by myself...this makes me feel funny.

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