Katzpur
Not your average Mormon
Close to thirty years ago, I was called to be the Sunday organist for a branch within my ward boundaries that was made up of residence of a nursing home. This was not a nice retirement community or even assisted living housing. It was a nursing home, complete with all the sounds and smells you might expect. Well, we had people wheeled in to the meeting room in hospital beds. Others came in wheelchairs, still others in walkers, and the few who were well enough simply walked in. I'd say there were maybe 30 people to an average Sacrament Meeting.
One of the residents was a young girl by the name of Holly, probably in her early 20's. Looking at her, you couldn't help but notice that she really stuck out. She was about 40 years or more younger than anyone else in the home, and seemed to have no physical disabilities. It was hard to say about her mental state. She seemed reasonably normal to me, but I'd been told that the reason she was there in the first place was that her parents apparently didn't want her and that because he brain was so fried on heavy-duty drugs, she'd become a ward of the state.
Holly had been born on Christmas and so the branch president -- a man who seemed to be hating every minute of his calling, and to be really uncomfortable around all of the residents, called on Holly to say the opening prayer one Sunday morning in Sacrament Meeting. It was, of all days, Christmas. She started out fairly normally, "Our Father in Heaven. We're gathered here today to worship our Savior on his birthday." But then, about that far into the prayer, she started going off about all kinds of weird things, and saying things like, "We know, oh God, that our brother, Lucifer is truly our Savior, and that He is to be exalted on His throne at the last days. We are assembled here to honor him, to worship him and to devote our lives to his service." Well, this went on and on and one for what seemed like close to five minutes. I opened my eyes and started glancing around the room to see the reactions on some of the people's faces. Amazingly, most of them were just sitting there like nothing was wrong. I kept wondering how long the branch president was going to put up with it, but he never did step in and stop her. Eventually, she finished her prayer to our God Lucifer. The branch president stook up and said, "Thank you, Holly. We will now hear from our first speaker..." Neither he nor any of the residents seemed to be particularly disturbed by what had just gone on, but I've already wondered how this should have been handled. Do you all think the branch president did the right thing? Or should he have stepped in immediately and said, "Thank you, Holly, but I think you'd better let someone else take over from here."
Anyway, what do you think he should have done?
One of the residents was a young girl by the name of Holly, probably in her early 20's. Looking at her, you couldn't help but notice that she really stuck out. She was about 40 years or more younger than anyone else in the home, and seemed to have no physical disabilities. It was hard to say about her mental state. She seemed reasonably normal to me, but I'd been told that the reason she was there in the first place was that her parents apparently didn't want her and that because he brain was so fried on heavy-duty drugs, she'd become a ward of the state.
Holly had been born on Christmas and so the branch president -- a man who seemed to be hating every minute of his calling, and to be really uncomfortable around all of the residents, called on Holly to say the opening prayer one Sunday morning in Sacrament Meeting. It was, of all days, Christmas. She started out fairly normally, "Our Father in Heaven. We're gathered here today to worship our Savior on his birthday." But then, about that far into the prayer, she started going off about all kinds of weird things, and saying things like, "We know, oh God, that our brother, Lucifer is truly our Savior, and that He is to be exalted on His throne at the last days. We are assembled here to honor him, to worship him and to devote our lives to his service." Well, this went on and on and one for what seemed like close to five minutes. I opened my eyes and started glancing around the room to see the reactions on some of the people's faces. Amazingly, most of them were just sitting there like nothing was wrong. I kept wondering how long the branch president was going to put up with it, but he never did step in and stop her. Eventually, she finished her prayer to our God Lucifer. The branch president stook up and said, "Thank you, Holly. We will now hear from our first speaker..." Neither he nor any of the residents seemed to be particularly disturbed by what had just gone on, but I've already wondered how this should have been handled. Do you all think the branch president did the right thing? Or should he have stepped in immediately and said, "Thank you, Holly, but I think you'd better let someone else take over from here."
Anyway, what do you think he should have done?
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