A Choir of Angels

A Choir of Angels

From Chicken Soup for the Latter-day Saint Soul

A Choir of Angels

And being thus overcome with the Spirit, he was carried away in a vision, even that he saw the Heavens open, and he thought he saw God sitting upon his throne, surrounded with numberless concourses of angels in the attitude of singing and praising their God.

1 Ne. 1:8

When my wife and I met, the Provo Temple was being built. We attended both the open house and the dedication. We did temple work there. It was our temple for more than twenty years.

Then the Church announced that a second temple was to be built in Utah Valley—the Mt. Timpanogos Temple in American Fork. Assuming it was for stakes north of the Provo-Orem area where we lived, we were both surprised and delighted to learn that our Orem stake would be in the new temple district.

My wife and I both worked at the open house. My wife was in the first greeting tent and nearly froze to death. I was comfy and cozy inside.

We also attended the open house with our sons. We went again when my wife’s LDS brother visited from New York.

We knew tickets for the dedication were scarce. One day when the stake president (who was also our neighbor) dropped by, my wife kiddingly asked, “Did you get us tickets for the temple dedication yet?”

“No,” he answered hesitantly. “Was I supposed to?”

“Yes,” she replied, still kidding.

A few days later he returned with two tickets to the dedication. Tickets that seated us in the celestial room.We were shocked. “You’re kidding, right?” I asked.

“No,” he said, “were you?”

I clutched the coveted tickets and thanked him profusely.

With too much traffic and too little parking, we reached the celestial room a few minutes late. Not disrespectfully so. In fact, luckily so.

Due to over-attendance, the only seats left were the ones reserved up front for the families of general authorities. Those are the seats to which my wife and I were led. Many rows in front of our beloved stake president who had so generously provided us with the tickets. He kiddingly glared at us. We innocently smiled back.

Never in my life have I sat so close to a general authority, let alone a prophet. It was a thrilling experience.

As luck would have it, our stake choir was the one performing during that particular dedication session. It was a small choir by necessity; there was so very little room left after everyone was seated. There could not have been more than two dozen voices, many of whom we knew and smiled at, not daring to wave.

One of the general authorities spoke of a branch in Brazil where members had to travel for a week to reach their temple. (We had to travel five minutes to reach ours.) Our second son, Josh, was serving a mission in Brazil at the time. The day was growing more special by the moment.

Then the choir rose to perform their first number. I do not recall the name of the piece. I just remember it was one of my favorites.

Then something happened that we will never forget.

That choir of two dozen voices suddenly sounded like a hundred voices.

I looked at my wife.

She looked at me.

We both eyed the choir.

We checked out the sound equipment.

There was none.

How did they amplify two dozen voices to sound like a hundred? we wondered.

Then it dawned on us.

We were in the presence of angels.

Angels adding their voices to our humble stake choir in celebration of a new house of the Lord.

My wife and I looked at each other, awestruck.

Though we could not see angels, we most certainly heard them, and they were glorious beyond description.

Most of the rest of the day was a blur, so overwhelmed were we by our deeply spiritual experience. So much so that we dared not speak a word of it to anyone.

Then it started coming out.

Members of the choir sharing the same experience. Singing with angels.

Other guests in the celestial room. Hearing the same angels we heard.

Then we knew.

We had been blessed with a rare gift from God that we treasure to this day.

Though I worked as an ordinance worker in the Mt. Timpanogos Temple for more than five years and enjoyed many wonderful experiences during that time, the thing I remember most is the choir of angels I heard during its dedication, and I thank God that he allowed me such a miraculous glimpse into the Heavens.

Sherm Fugal

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