I was probably 16 years old, and I was being "used" in the congregation a lot because I was so Theocratic and such a good example of how young people should behave. After the Tuesday night book study in Sister Harrison's home (I think we were studying the old "Babylon" book") I was called on to say the closing prayer. Just as I opened my mouth, this elderly sister let this huge fart. Bless her heart, she was about 90 and she couldn't help it, but my god, it was enormous and it quickly permeated the small living room. My 2 brothers broke up and they were nearly killing themselves to keep from laughing, but they weren't very successful. My dad reached over and clobbered one of them, but it didn't help. Everyone, even the conductor, was trembling, they were needing to let it out so bad. Two or three people covered their laughing with a coughing fit, but it was pretty obvious what they were doing.
And there I was, all alone on a high wire.
I gritted my teeth and made it as quick as I could and willed myself not to laugh, and, somehow, I got through it without breaking down. Even my dad said he didn't know how I did it.
Well, that's about the best prayer story I've got.........
David