All My Gettings

I freaking love General Conference. Without fail, there is a handful of talks I hear that make me want to jump up and down and say, "Yes! Yes! This is what it means to be a Mormon." I mean, sure, you have to filter out the other talks and, recently, keep reminding yourself that the continual choice of white lawyers from Utah doesn't mean that the Church isn't true. Maybe we'll be lucky this time around? Regardless, it stands to be a lovely weekend.

Also, find the lie in the following hymn we sung in church on Sunday:

We listen to a prophet’s voice and hear the Savior too.
With love he bids us do the work the Lord would have us do.
The Savior calls his chosen seer to preach the word of God,
That men might learn to find the path marked by the iron rod.

In ev’ry land, in ev’ry tongue, our prophet will be heard;
How swiftly round the world his voice reveals the gospel word!
The sacred message that he brings will witness and agree
With ev’ry prophet called of God throughout earth’s history.

Hosanna! Let our praise ascend unto the Savior’s throne;
Rejoice! The prophet has confirmed that by Him we are known.
Attend, ye earth! The prophet speaks; come listen and obey.
He is the man who holds the keys of priesthood pow’r today.