O come, let us sing unto the Lord: let us make a joyful noise to the rock of our salvation. Ps. 95:1
I’ve had three weeks to reflect on the experiences I had on tour. What a great blessing. You don’t have experiences like that and walk away unchanged. The thing that Bruce and I have talked about is that even though this was a trip we took together, our experiences were vastly different. And I wouldn’t trade my experiences for his.
I suspect he feels the same way.
He sang with a world-class choir in amazing venues. To blend your voice with so many other wonderful voices in praise and love of God is a wonderful thing. I can only guess what that must feel like. I hope that someday I will be able to have that experience, but that was not MY experience. That was Bruce’s.
I got to travel to amazing places and listen to the choir testify to thousands of people. There is a power that is present when they sing. Sometimes when they sing the Spirit is so strong it fills my soul with joy, and I am so grateful I could be there to experience that.
But my favorite part of tour wasn’t the music. (I love the music. Trust me, I love it.) It wasn’t the places we went or the things we saw. Not the food (usually my favorite thing about any trip) or the venues. It was connecting with people. I loved talking to people before the concert, during the intermission, and after the concert. I loved answering questions about choir—what I could answer—and about our church. I loved getting to know a little about each of them. As I talked to people I felt like Bruce and I were a synergistic team. He brought the music and the Spirit to the experience. I brought the personal connection.
I met a man who drove his mom to Saratoga Springs from Philadelphia to go to the concert because she had always wanted to hear the Mormon Tabernacle Choir live. I met a group of retirees who wondered how in the world people could sing in a choir of this caliber and keep a day job as well. I met a woman and her husband who were first in line at a venue—long before any other people had shown up—in order to make sure she could grab the seat she wanted. Then there was the man who said he listened to Music and the Spoken Word every Sunday morning as his worship service. I had wonderful conversations with each of them and so many others.
From the time that I was 3 years old and first heard the song, “I Hope They Call Me on a Mission” I’ve wanted to be a missionary. I’d planned to serve when I turned 21. I ended up getting married 2 months before I would have gone. This tour gave me the opportunity to be a missionary for 2 weeks. The desire has always burned in be, and I’m so grateful for the opportunity I had for that short time to put those desires to action. (D&C 4:3)
I’ll go where you want me to go, dear Lord,
Over mountain or plain or sea;
I’ll say what you want me to say, dear Lord;
I’ll be what you want me to be.