I had never heard anyone at church say anything garish like “Praise Jesus!” or raise their arms uncontrollably and speak in tongues. Of course, we believed in the speaking in tongues and in the praising of Jesus, but we would never actually do it out loud. I had been taught that people who loved God like that were fanatics. We were the one and only true church on the face of the earth; we had the restored gospel, the priesthood, the Book of Mormon, and a living prophet that spoke to God. We had everything. We didn’t need to shout it from the rooftops, all we needed to do was show up and share.
