Hymn #114

A couple of months ago, I had an experience unlike any I have ever had before. Thinking back upon it now, I still shake my head and wonder things like, "Did that really happen?" and "Are you kidding me?" It was one of those moments that I always want to remember, and so I have decided to write it down like a good blogging Mormon housewife. For those of you who were there to experience it all firsthand, I apologize, and you can simply skip reading this entry and find something more entertaining to read. Like Facebook. For those who are still reading, you might want to grab a snack. This is going to be a long one.

It was back in November that our stake had its semi-annual stake conference. My calling is that of the Stake Music Director, and so I had spent months preparing for this event. I had a fabulous choir of sisters and we had worked hard on our numbers that we would be singing. The Stake Presidency had asked for something special since we would be having a visiting General Authority, Elder J. Roger Fluhman, of the Seventy and personal secretary to the Twelve. I was excited and felt like we were ready.

I don't know how many of you have ever heard Elder Fluhman speak before, but it is quite--what's the word--different(?) than what we are all used to in our perfectly planned and organized Mormon meetings. I am certainly a fan of being spontaneous and following the Spirit, but I have never seen it put into action quite like Elder Fluhman did at our conference. For those of you in the dark, let me fill you in. Here is a small sample of part of the Saturday adult session:

Elder Fluhman: "I'm grateful to be here tonight to talk to all of you. But right now I really don't know what it is I'm going to talk about. (Brief awkward silence followed by a few courtesy laughs) I STILL don't know quite what to say and nothing is coming to me, so I'm going to sit down for a while and wait for something to come to me, while I'm going to ask President Johnston to take the stand and share some words with all of you. Hopefully something will have come to me by then."

The entire meeting was pretty much that way. Elder Fluhman would speak for a while, invite some poor unsuspecting member of the Stake Presidency to talk, and then he would speak for a while again. It was an interesting meeting, to say the least.

Before the Sunday morning session started I walked over to the Stake Presidency who were standing off the stage by their offices to give them some information about the program. Elder Fluhman was there, so to be polite, I offered my name, shook his hand, and told him that I had the honor of directing the choir that day. He shook my hand, looked intently at me and said,

"Sister Allred. I'm going to remember your name. Do you sing too?"

Now, having attended that Saturday evening session and remembering all too clearly how Elder Fluhman works, I laughed a bit nervously with no intent to answer his question, as President Adams, Johnston, and Jepperson all chimed in in the affirmative, that I did indeed sing. Great. Lovely. Now he knows, I thought.

The meeting progressed much like it had the evening before, with Elder Fluhman calling upon the Stake Presidency out of the blue to share their thoughts with the congregation. The choir did an amazing job, and after their last number (which was a descant on the rest hymn, How Firm a Foundation--one of my all time favs) I sat down, content that my part on the program was over, and I could relax and enjoy the rest of conference.

As I sat down with my family, Elder Fluhman took the stand, complimented the choir, and then said something that sounded an awful lot like:

"Sister Allred, that was so nice. I think that we might be hearing from you later on in the program. So perhaps you should be thinking about what it is you would like to do for us."

My mind went blank. My jaw dropped to the floor, and my mind started reeling. I did my very best to smile pleasantly back at Elder Fluhman and look unflustered, even though my insides were doing very un-reverent flip flops right there in the chapel. I quickly scanned my repertoire in my head, and decided that when he called upon me, I would briefly share my testimony, and would then play a piano solo of "I Know That My Redeemer Lives". I could do that. I felt comfortable with that decision. I took out my hymn book, turned to hymn #136, and did my best to sit still and wait until called upon.

It wasn't long after that when I heard Elder Fluhman say:

"I'm thinking of a hymn that I know. It's not very well known, but it is one that I love and teaches some wonderful truths about the Gospel. It's hymn #114 Come Unto Him. I'm wondering, Sister Allred, if after I'm done speaking in a few minutes if you would come up and perhaps sing this hymn for us? You could sing it as a solo, or you could invite a few others to sing with you if you would like. Maybe a women's duet, or a nice 4 part quartet would be lovely as well. Whatever you think is best."

At this point I think my eyes popped right out of my head, and I was immediately grateful that the camera that was broadcasting this meeting to two other chapels was not on my face at that very moment. The audience actually made an audible gasp. (As well as in the other two chapels, my sources have told me.) I heard whispering, snickers, and I could feel every single eye in that building bearing down on me at that very moment. I could feel my face turn hot, even though I'm sure it was void of all color at this point, as once again all I could do was smile and nod--which of course did not match at all what I was thinking at that very moment. Something like "WHAT THE CRAP......?!??!?" or "ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME?" may have gone through my mind. I'm not entirely sure. It all blurred together. I was still wearing the fake smile as I gently (frantically!) removed (yanked!) the hymnbook and turned (flipped!) to Hymn #114.

(Go ahead. Get your hymnbook and turn there...)

If I thought that matters could not have gotten any worse at that point, I was dead wrong. There, in front of me, looking up from the page, was a hymn I hardly knew! We're talking, I had heard it maybe ONCE in my life time. And that was a generous guess.

"Of all the hymns in this book he chooses THIS one?!?! Are you SERIOUS?!???!"

I tried to go over the melody in my head, only to come to the blatant and instant realization that I would never be able to sing it as a solo. Mike, who was sitting next to me, kept asking me every few minutes, "What are you going to do?" And every time I would shake my head with my eyes still popping out of my head and say something like, "I have no idea." Although I think it may have actually sounded a bit more like, "Gah.....gah...." as I choked on my own tongue.

With minutes to go I finally decided that there was no way that I was going to be able to do this alone. I needed help. Reinforcements. And I knew just who to ask.

I did my best to sneak (run) out of the chapel in search of Heather Steed and Christine Jensen (Lisa Steed was so glad to be in San Fransisco this particular weekend because I would have grabbed her as well) as I heard Elder Fluhman say, "I see Sister Allred is leaving. I'm not sure if that is good news or not." Heather was standing in the foyer practically waiting for me. She knew the hymn and would be happy to sing with me. Christine, on the other hand, was sitting on the stand as part of the choir, so trying to get her attention and get her off the stand discreetly was another matter all together. Once we were out in the hall we all started shooting out ideas. Heather went and asked her super-talented hubby Jason if he could play for us. We all wanted to go over our parts at least once, but were completely stuck to the foyer because we had no idea when Elder Fluhman would call upon us. We tried to sing over it a couple of times a'capella, but failed miserably.

It was in the middle of all this frantic chatter that I heard Elder Fluhman say that he was now ready for the hymn. We looked at each other, shook out heads in a collective understanding and consignment, opened the door, and walked into the chapel and up onto the stage.

We sang all three verses. We sang unison on the first one, and then broke out into parts on the last two. Heather on soprano, Christine on alto, and me on tenor. There were times we got lost, when we stumbled over words and notes, but somehow we made it though and even ended with each of us beautifully singing the notes that were written in the hymn book. It was nothing short of a miracle.

The hours, days and weeks that followed conference friends and strangers would come up to me and say things like,

"I can't believe he asked you to do that!"
"I would have walked right out of the chapel and not come back."
"I would have left the church if he had asked me to do that!"
"This is why I stopped going to church when I was younger!"
"I never wanted to be called up like that!"
"That was SO inconsiderate of him to do that to you!"
"I can't believe you pulled that off!"

And more than once it became the joke of speakers in our ward as they would say at the beginning of their talks, "When I'm done, perhaps Sister Allred could come up and sing a song for us."

As I talked with Heather after it was over, we were laughing about the whole ordeal, when she said that she couldn't decide if it was our most embarrassing moment, or our greatest victory. I think, perhaps, it was both. It was both a humiliating and humbling experience. Was I embarrassed? Heck YES!!!! But at the same time, I felt honored to have done exactly what a general authority requested of me by name to do. How cool is that when you really think about it? Plus, is makes one HECK of a story!

So the moral of the story: if you ever find yourself sitting in Stake Conference somewhere and Elder J. Roger Fluhman is the visiting authority, 1- sit in the back, 2-do NOT make eye contact, and 3-For the love of all that is holy and good, DO NOT go up and introduce yourself to him! Such actions can prove to be disastrous.

The Credits:

To Christine, for bravely removing herself from the stand in front of everyone and singing a beautiful alto line and not even getting mad at me when I couldn't find the tenor notes and sang much of her part with her.

To Heather, for never even sweating it! She was HAPPY to sing with me and had more grace and confidence than the rest of us combined and was the anchor that pulled us through.

To Jason, for taking an ordinary, unknown hymn and making it beautiful and extraordinary. As usual.



To Mike, for never doubting for even one second that I could do it and for pushing out the door to go find Heather and Christine when my legs were petrified to the bench.

And to Brad, for laughing with me about this and encouraging me to take the time and write it all down. This one's for you!

"Laugh at yourself first, before anyone else can."
~Elsa Maxwell