I've been traveling a lot lately, making it difficult to take part in my own ward. I'm sure my bishop is going to send the home teachers out soon to help reactivate me.

Well don't worry about me, bishop. I'm fulfilling my church-going responsibilities -- all three hours!

As a matter of fact, I attended a family ward last Sunday. That was an experience; especially since I've not been to one for more than 10 years. After participating in a singles-only congregation for quite some time, you begin to take for granted the sound of a pin dropping.

Of course, I realize the struggle parents go through to maintain quiet reverence in a chapel. Wrangling in young children is not an easy task; especially when the children don't fully appreciate the significance of the sacrament. It's just that the rustling sounds of quiet books and Cheerios are unfamiliar to us single folk.

But last Sunday was different. While attending this family ward, the primary children presented the meeting; sharing testimony of the importance of family and of the gospel of Christ.

The children sang a chorus of songs, and gave brief talks (sometimes accompanied by the faint whisperings of a helpful teacher over the microphone).

These youthful speakers were far from eloquent. But the messages they shared were innocent, bypassing the intellect and touching right to the heart of the matter.

Now don't think that I'm getting excited to receive my personal invitation to the family ward. The singles scene has a lot more to offer a Mormon geezer like myself.

But rather, this short visit was a simple reminder that testimonies of Jesus Christ are shared in a multitude of way, and from a variety of ages.