This picture was taken in the parking lot of the church building in
Galesburg, Illinois where we attend church.
Beautiful day, beautiful place. And yes, that is corn growing in the background.
This will be our last post about the Young Performing Missionaries (YPM's).
Sadly they have left and Nauvoo is quiet again. We love their spirit, energy and talent.
They add so much to the Nauvoo experience. These pictures are from their last performance
at Sunset by the Mississippi.
"The Devil Went Down to Georgia"
"Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy"
"Spray With Me"
The not-often seen juggler.
And a favorite "The Audition"
For those who are familiar with this skit, enjoy. Note the drummer's moustache as well...
"Home"
It was so fun to see the Bredenbergs' as well.
They are friends from Mesa who now live in St Louis, we miss them so much.
The YPM's gave a final fireside for all the missionaries in Nauvoo. It was an
hour of music that centered on testifying of Jesus Christ.
They shared their testimonies in the most moving way.
There are no words to describe the feeling in this meeting.
The spirit was so strong. It will be an experience we will never forget.
One of our favorite parts was when this was quoted from James C Hefley:
Here is a man who was born in an obscure village,
the Child of a peasant woman.
He worked in a carpenter shop until He was thirty,
and then for three years He was an itinerant preacher.
He never wrote a book.
He never held an office.
He never owned a home.
He never had a family.
He never went to college.
He never put His foot inside a big city.
He never traveled two hundred miles from the place where He was born.
He never did one of the things that usually accompany greatness.
He had no credentials but Himself.
He had nothing to do with this world except the naked power of His Divine manhood.
While still a young man, the tide of popular opinion turned against Him.
He was turned over to His enemies.
He went through the mockery of a trial.
He was nailed to a Cross between two thieves.
His executioners gambled for the only piece of property
He had on earth while He was dying—and that was His coat.
When He was dead He was taken down and laid in a
borrowed grave through the pity of a friend.
Such was His human life—He rises from the dead.
Nineteen wide centuries have come and gone and today
He is the Centerpiece of the human race and the Leader of the column of progress.
I am within the mark when I say that all the armies that ever marched,
and all the navies that ever were built,
and all the parliaments that ever sat,
and all the kings that ever reigned,
put together,
have not affected the life of man upon this earth as
powerfully as has that One Solitary Life.
Our testimonies have forever been changed and strengthened by living and serving in Nauvoo.
We know Jesus Christ lives.