When my husband catches me crying in my office, he has learned to calmly confirm, “Preparing your Sunday School lesson again?”
“Uh huh … (sniff, sniff),” I blubber.
How do they do that?
It’s not like I haven’t heard the miraculous harmony of the Mormon Tabernacle Choir before. It’s not like I haven’t seen the clip of a general conference talk that is now sandwiched between sacred hymns. But somehow using wonderful videography, those masters of technology have produced vignettes that hit me right between the eyes and trigger flash floods of salty tears.
I assume the new “Come, Follow Me” curriculum is designed to make teachers cry more — not necessarily in the classroom but during preparation.