I've seen Lamb of God performed a few times, now, and so I wasn't expecting to cry much. I was wrong. I was in tears after the first few measures of the opening number, and those tears pretty much continued on and off throughout the entire performance. The Spirit was so strong and I felt my own spirit being lifted up in the beautiful music and testimonies that were being born through it.
Jesus Christ lived. He died for us, and it is because of Him that we are able to return to our Father in Heaven. He performed miracles while he was here on earth, and those miracles have never stopped. He truly did voluntarily give up his life for each one of us, and it is because of His sacrifice that death has no lasting power over us. Each person in that performance today had a testimony of Christ and they bore that testimony with their whole heart while they sang or played their instrument. Though the performance wasn't the best one I've seen technically, it was absolutely one of the most powerful ones I have seen. There is truth and power in a testimony born sincerely.
I walked out of the Town Hall on cloud nine. I felt as if I had feasted, and I never wanted that feeling to fade (I still feel great, if a bit tired). Katherine and I met up outside the Hall and started hurrying towards the train station (as we would have had to stay in Birmingham for three hours if we missed the 4:10 train).
I guess we were letting our American show, because some guy walked up to us and started talking to her and telling her that he thought she was really nice. He wanted her number and kept asking for it, saying how nice he thought she was. Then he called his friends over and I decided it was time to go when they started to spread out a little bit. I was really worried about pickpockets, but who knows what, if anything, their plans were. Maybe they were just there to be wing-men?
I grabbed Katherine's arm and said to the guy that we had to catch our train and that we were running late. We walked away, but this guy followed. His friends didn't, though, which was good. Also, we were on a busy walkway so we couldn't have been in too much trouble. There were too many people around. I think. I'm really just glad we left.
Anyways, this guy kept asking for Katherine's number and she kept trying to say no. He said several times that he wanted to take her out for coffee, and she said she didn't drink coffee and that she wasn't allowed to go out, anyway. I wanted him to leave so badly.
Leave he finally did when Katherine gave him a pass-along card, and we hurried to the train station in time to catch our train. Moral of the story? Tell everyone here you have a boyfriend. Or don't talk to strangers. Or look both ways before crossing the street. Or eat your vegetables. I'm sure it's one of those.
Catching the right train proved to be a bit of a problem, too. We got on three wrong trains before getting on the right one, but, thanks to a delay in the right train, we were on our way without too big of a problem. Also, due to the aforementioned delay, the platform switched on us so that was one of the reasons for confusion. It was so exciting! I was just grateful that I'd learned how to read a train platform board last summer. It proved to be a vital skill to have.
And so, even with all the crazy adventures that happened today, I think it was the most rewarding day (definitely the most spiritually-rewarding day) that I've had thusfar. The Gospel is true and I am so grateful for its influence in my life. What's more, I'm forever grateful all Christ has done for me. He truly loves each and every one of us, and that offers me so much peace. It offers hope. Though his death appeared devestating at the time, three days later He rose again. And, truly, it is where we can find hope. With God, all things are possible. We may not see how at the moment, but "Someday, sometime, we'll understand." We simply need to trust in God and everything will work out. They always do.
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