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On the bright side

My 89-year-old husband and I sit on the front bench during sacrament meetings, so I can hear some of the music and he can hear the talks. One Sunday after the meeting was over, a woman asked me what one of the speakers had said. I told her I was sorry, but I couldn't hear what was said. A young man standing nearby overheard our conversation and asked me why I bothered coming to Church if I couldn't hear anything.

I told him, "This is the Lord's house and His Spirit is always here. I can partake of the sacrament and that means a great deal to me. I also can meet and greet all of my friends." He said, "I never thought of that."

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