Take away the 4 and 5 year olds that are just spewing what their mommy whispers in their ears, along with the 17-19 year old girls, and the clearly gay teen-22 year old boys, and you may be surprised at how incredible some of those meetings can be. I’m lightyears away from being a good Mo, but I’ve grown quite fond of listening to other people speak from their heart about things that mean so much. 90% of the time, it’s mediocre and not worth a second thought, but 1 out of 10 people will leave me mentally scratching my head, pondering things I’ve never had reason/thought to ponder, or just flat out feeling good/better about my life.
Yes, stereotypes exist for a reason, but like almost everything else, when you look beneath the easy jokes, there is usually something worth taking away.
Oh ya, guns are lame.
I largely share this view of testimony meetings. I don't need to hear who visited last week and why the dinner was ruined, old lady. I don't care about how you love your aunts and uncles and nephews and nieces and Jesus, little 4-year-old kid (I consider having a kid that young bare any kind of testimony that includes the word "know" to be indoctrination, not a fan). And I really don't care how your dad made you feel bad when you were 16 and, now that you are 48 you can find it in your hear to forgive him while you use up half the tissues in the box snorting snot into the microphone(might be the worst ones).
But sometimes they hit you in the right place. And for all of them, they have their place, maybe just for that one person, maybe for someone else that might (*gasp*) value something you don't! (I can't imagine that, but hey).
My daughter (who, at 16, happens to be nearly one of those 17-19 year olds trout rightly points out), has fought for her testimony. She got into some bad stuff, dealt with some tough issues for a kid her age, and came out the other side better for her experience, with a maturity in her faith I have never been able to match in my 40 years as a mormon. And more often than not she teaches me something on the 1st Sunday of each month.
(She is the reason I don't use my phone during sacrament, when I looked over at her one Sunday, and saw all her peers and most of the adults in the place intently checking their email or play flappy turds or whatever, as I had been too, and she was sitting upright, paying attention, her phone no where in sight. I asked her where it was and she said "under the bench". I asked her why and she said she wanted to be able to hear what people were saying. I looked at my own phone and glanced back at her and she cut right to the chase when she said, with absolute sincerity "it's ok daddy", smiled and turned back to listen to the speaker.)
So I sit through it all each month, and enjoy what I can, and every now and then I really get something that I needed in a profound way. And I roll my eyes a lot. But, fortunately, being human, I enjoy rolling my eyes, so it is a win-win.