As a child, I used to watch the Mormon Tab choir and was always reminded of the phallic symbols above their heads. Here I was, coming to worship and being struck with the paradox of sacredness and shame of thinking about such reproductive symbols. Listening to Richard G Scott talk about the evils of touching our private areas while standing below such massive symbols really made uncomfortable when I remembered the symbol.
I was usually reminded of my sexual nature when I grabbed a hymn book in sacrament meeting each week, which has a silhouette of the phallis symbols on the cover. Mostly, it was a very subtle reminder in the back of my mind. It always made me wonder, am I the only one who thinks this about that conference center organ?

