It was my second week in the ward. Brother Aamodt, who was conducting priesthood meeting, closed the session with a request. “Brethren, as you know, we have been lacking musical talent in our priesthood quorums for some time. Could you pray that we might have some sent to us?” I waited for the laughter — Brother Aamodt had been the accompanist for the opening hymn, and had done a perfectly fine job. There were a few smiles, but even more nods.



