One of the worst, and the one that made me openly cry in silence, was one of those speeches that are supposed to be about bringing to light the needs of the congregation. That specific one was about homosexuals. The speaker was one of the most intolerant bigots I have ever heard ramble. I was shaken and convinced no matter what I was never going to be loved by God or my family and was going to make my mom very sad for not being resurrected if I died. I was around fourteen. And I was very confused. That speech set me back two years for me to admit who I truly am.