What is Love? Is Love What We Experience in United Groups?

This is part of a Series of Articles on “What is Love?”

There were also occasional moments of group experiences that seemed to include a feeling of peace.
I have had these rare moments when I was among people with whom I was working to accomplish something. In that final moment of performance when everything finally comes together, there is a moment when those observing the performance and those doing the performance are united in a mixture of peace and emotion. We all feel united. We feel moved to act. We feel that we can continue to work together for good.
At those times, I knew I was sharing an experience of joy and peace that is beyond description and beyond the boundaries of the event that was uniting us as the moment.

The most powerful of these were when I was performing music in Concert Band.
Both in High School in concerts and on the field as a Marching Band, I felt the music unite us and I felt that my small part had been enough. In fact, I felt I had had a part of something greater than its parts.

The most magical of those moments was in concert in the DeJong Concert Hall with the BYU Concert Band in an end of semester concert.
These events are similar to times as a child, when I felt our family achieved something great. My best memories of these events were when my siblings and I created something that pleased our parents and impressed others.

We started with the small plays we performed and progressed to holiday programs. Most powerful were the times when our parents came to us in family council with problems that needed to be solved and we children were able to provide insight, opening up alternative solutions our parents had not thought of.
Other times were when I helped my mother put on play productions, or when I sorted out an order of Library supplies and found a place for everything.
I also felt peace and comfort when I read my mother’s Christmas letters. I loved the evenings when we watched slides together. Each family member adding their memories to the story. Our father would shepherd our story till we had a pile of great memories.
These family and musical events assured me. I’m not sure what it was about them which assured me. Perhaps it was feeling that I was an adequate part of a family or a group that was doing cool and fun things.

Is love what we experience in united groups?