It may now be called the Sharon 3rd Ward instead of the Orem 31st, and they may be meeting in a building that didn't exist back in 1973, but there were many familiar faces, and it was good to visit in a ward that still felt like home.
After all these years, most of the ward consisted of faces new to me and families I had not met. My parents-in-law, by sheer coincidence, spoke in that sacrament meeting. But there was also a talk by one of the Young Women, Abby Budd.
She had prepared well and spoke clearly, and as she neared the end, she bore a testimony of how prayers are answered that came from her life and her heart. I was both moved and instructed.
I thought back to my first talk before the whole ward. It was in the days when Sunday School was a separate meeting in the morning. I had just graduated from junior Sunday School into senior, and was asked to give my first 2½-minute talk in front of a congregation that included most of the adults of the ward.
Not long before, I had read "The Autobiography of Parley P. Pratt," and I was determined to talk about the most powerful scene in the book, when Joseph Smith, Parley P. Pratt, and others were prisoners in chains, and their guards tormented them with tales of crimes they and others had committed against the unarmed, helpless Saints whom Brother Joseph was powerless to protect.