It happens every month, fast and testimony meeting: an opportunity to stand and share my testimony (the knowledge and witness of Jesus Christ, His divinity and mission). Every month I think of excuses as to why I should not stand: the children are being too noisy, they need me; there is no time; I stood up last month; I stand up disproportionately to other people; it scares me my testimony is so simple.
The battle in my mind is fierce, because in my heart are feelings so strong, powerful beyond conventional reason. How can I know of a surety something that I've never seen? How can I stand and say words that I cannot physically prove with tangible tests? How can a mere desire to believe become an astounding witness in my life, a knowledge that penetrates my soul such that I cannot deny? But a simple faith became a belief and a belief has become knowledge, undeniable knowledge.
God knows that I know and I cannot deny.
So I make the trek up to the front of the chapel, it seems longer this month, tears already flowing (because I'm a crier) to stand before people that I know and love and once again in my simple way share what is most precious in my life. Inside I feel mighty like the angel heralding the coming of Christ, but my words are feeble and my control of my emotions seems non-existent.
I testify that Jesus is the Christ, that He lives.
I know that it is only through His atoning sacrifice that we can be saved.
I testify that Joseph Smith is a prophet of God, that he saw God the Father and Jesus Christ, he talked with them face to face. That today on the earth there is a living prophet today who communicates with God.
I bear witness that God is a God of miracles. Miracles still occur in our day. Miracles that fill my life with hope and offer a witness that a loving Heavenly Father is mindful of me and that He loves me.
These things I testify, in the name of Jesus Christ. Amen.