Years ago my father’s work took him to Australia. He was alone one Sunday, and he wanted to take the sacrament. He couldn’t find any information about Latter-day Saint Church meetings. So he started walking. He prayed to know which way to turn. After walking and making turns for an hour, he stopped to pray again. He felt an impression to turn at a particular street. Soon he began to hear singing coming from a building close by. He looked in at the window and saw a few people sitting near a table covered with a white cloth and sacrament trays.