
My first concert back in
BYU Women's Chorus was this weekend. Our combined choir concert was held in the
Provo Tabernacle on Friday and Saturday night. I thought I'd chronicle the behind-the-scenes concert preparation. We're asked to wear a lot of make-up, as you can see in the first picture. Notice the dinner of champions in the picture below: fish sticks, corn, rice and ketchup. The last picture is me with my neighbor (Sarah Huggard) and two of my rommates (Kelly Cook and Lynne Gabrielsen) who are also in choirs.
Before our Friday concert, Sister Applonie, our director, asked us to think of what we wanted to give at our concert and what we wanted to get from the concert. I admit that I didn't give it much thought for Friday, but Saturday I decided I wanted to give and receive the same message - the message of exaltation.
The idea of exaltation has been on my mind since we talked about it in my Doctrine and Covenants class a few weeks ago. I am grateful for the doctrine that was revealed to Joseph Smith that through the atonement of Jesus Christ, we can not only be saved, but we can become like Christ, joint-heirs with Him. It gives me motivation to improve myself everyday until, as it says in section 93, verse 20, I can "receive of His fulness."
Our combined closing song was the LDS hymn
"Come, Come Ye Saints." It was a unique
experience to sing a hymn that I've known and loved for many years in a tabernacle that was actually built by pioneers.
Singing the song reminded me of a thought I had while waiting for the concert to begin. I remember looking around at the other singers and thinking that I wondered if our ancestors had known each other. For all I knew, the girl sitting in the third row of Concert Choir could be the fourth great-granddaughter of a woman who loaned my fourth great-grandmother a pair of boots during the pioneer trek from Nauvoo, Illinois to Salt Lake City, Utah.

Today we aren't asked to walk across the country, we're asked to love each other and live together (which some days is hard enough for me). When I think of the shared heritage we all have -- that we are sons and daughters of God -- I can be a little kinder, a little more forgiving. Just like the song, we really all are saints on a journey, trying to find our way to our place of rest and peace.
The last note of "Come, Come Ye Saints" - All is well! - rang throughout the tabernacle. If we can make such beautiful music here on earth, I can only imagine what it will be like in heaven.
Here are the lyrics of the hymn:
1. Come, come, ye Saints, no toil nor labor fear;But with joy wend your
way.Though hard to you this journey may appear,Grace shall be as your day.’Tis
better far for us to striveOur useless cares from us to drive;Do this, and joy
your hearts will swell—All is well! All is well!
2. Why should we mourn or think our lot is hard?’Tis not so; all is
right.Why should we think to earn a great rewardIf we now shun the fight?Gird up
your loins; fresh courage take.Our God will never us forsake;And soon we’ll have
this tale to tell—All is well! All is well!
3. We’ll find the place which God for us prepared,Far away in the
West,Where none shall come to hurt or make afraid;There the Saints will be
blessed.We’ll make the air with music ring,Shout praises to our God and
King;Above the rest these words we’ll tell—All is well! All is well!
4. And should we die before our journey’s through,Happy day! All is well!We
then are free from toil and sorrow, too;With the just we shall dwell!But if our
lives are spared againTo see the Saints their rest obtain,Oh, how we’ll make
this chorus swell—All is well! All is well!