FHE on the whole hasn't been fun so far this year. Yet I still go, persistently hopeful that one of these times I will enjoy myself. This past Monday started out promising: an object lesson to start out the evening. Each person was handed one chopstick and then told to pick up a skittle from a bowl using only that chopstick. As I approached the bowl, everyone else already there and struggling, I snapped my chopstick in half and used that to pick up a skittle. Everyone was impressed, except the "teacher," who thought I cheated. I thought I was awesome.
We settled down for the lesson, which turned out to be 40 minutes long and about the Book of Mormon as another testament of Christ. We watched two videos, had an emotional testimony from the teacher who then asked us all to bear our testimony of the BOM. I'm sorry, did I walk through the door into a fireside? Ward prayer? Relief Society? No, this is FHE? Oh, good, 'cause I wasn't sure I was in the right place. There were some good things about the lesson, but it was long and not what I would call an appropriate lesson for FHE, not for what the purpose of FHE is. But I endured waiting to see how the activity would turn out. Lesson ended at 8 pm, and oh yeah, by the by there isn't an activity tonight. -Sigh- Why do I still go?
Don't give up?
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