It wasn't the teacher. It was the class.
You have to understand this. My seminary class? It is the dark abyss of all seminary classes. No one wants to be there, they're all jocks, preps, burnouts and regular joes like me and lauren bellon. Anyways. I got the calling of class pres. I took it. I was going to try and bring my class into the light, and into the seminary enjoyment. And this is what happened.
When I was called to be pres, bro d said, "Pray. Our class needs help." I agreed to do so. I began to pray for my sem class. Nothing really happened for about a week. Then, on wednesday, I couldnt take it any more, it was as if bro d was talking to a fish tank, and lauren bellon and I were the only ones in it! honestly. It was not okay. Anywho, lauren bellon and i wrote bro d a note, expressing our concern. We gave it to him. Then I went to talk to my best friend, the seminary teacher, Bro. Vest. I. Was. Livid. I fumed about how retarded my class was and how they just down right didnt care. Bro. Vest comforted me and then told me to pray. So. I went straight home after swim practice, got on my knees and said, "Heavenly Father, my seminary class needs help." Then I got up, didnt think anything about it and went on with my day. Later as I knelt in personal prayer, i said, "Heavenly Father, My seminary class, we still need your help." And I went to bed. I prayed again in the morning and that next night. Then today, friday, I went to seminary. Dreading it. Worried about my class. I waved to bro. vest on my way in, he grinned at me and mouthed, "good luck." I went into class. I sat next to Lauren Bellon, said hi to a few kids i knew and prepared myself to answer all the questions, be the only one to sing the songs, and work on my vocals to be a pro scripture reader.
As class began, something miraculous happened. Other kids piped in. They shared feelings, thoughts and scriptures pertaining to the lesson. They sang the songs. They volunteered to read scriptures. I almost knelt down and thanked my Heavenly Father right there. I was so joyous. I turned to Lauren Bellon and said, "I prayed for this." She said, "So did I mandi call." We were so enthusiastic. Seminary was fun. For the first time, we were having a nice time. I was amazed. As seminary ended, I went right up to Bro. D and said, "Good lesson. Good lesson. Good lesson." I told him one suggestion I had and then shook his hand and thanked him again, and ran straight to Bro. Vest to tell him all about it. I told him how I got down on my knees. Bro. Vest gave me a high five and said, "Mandi, that's why you're in there." I said, "Thanks Bro. Vest. Thanks I love your face." Then I went to swim team.
And. That. My. Friends. Is. The. Power. Of. Prayer.
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