I have lived a pretty sheltered life when it comes to terrifying circumstances.  I have never been in military combat, or been the victim of a shark attack.  Heck, I hardly ever see scary movies.  I am no stranger to fear, however, because I have been alone, in the church, in the dark, at night.  Several times in fact.

When I was growing up, we lived next door to the stake center, and all through my teenage years my dad was in the stake presidency.  This meant he had the keys to the building.  He was a bit of a softy on certain subjects, and basketball was one of them.  So when there wasn’t much going on in the building I would go over and use the gym.  Most of the time I was just fine over there.  But once in a while I would come home after just a couple of minutes.  Not because I was disturbing some presidency meeting, or because I was tired.  I came home because I was scared.  Of what, I don’t know.  On some nights, just going through the halls to the gym gave me the creeps.

I have since had callings like Young Mens President, or EQP, and now I am the ward clerk.  With these callings I get keys to the building, and once in a while I go in, alone, at night.  Usually this is no big deal.  But even now, sometimes I just leave and go home because I am afraid.

I am not sure what this says about me, or the church, or whatever.  What do you think?  Has being alone in the church, in the dark, at night ever freaked you out?



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