When I run for Bishop next term, I will make this promise: I promise that when a meeting ends, it ends. There will be no false hope of an early lunch, no pulling out the rug, no "surprise, you're it!"'s at the end of an already long meeting. No, my term will be filled with love, compassion and short meetings. Why do we feel like if the time is not spent, it is wasted? I have been to countless meetings that would have ended on such a spiritual high, had they ended with the last speaker. Yet, as soon as the presiding authority announces that there will be some surprise speakers, you can feel that high release from the congregation into the sabbath sky.
Furthermore, I believe that I have more than made up for the time that we would have gotten out early. We have gone late many more times than we ever get out early. Is anyone with me on this one?
(For those that may run across this blog that may not be LDS...you can not "run" for Bishop. That was a joke.)