During my experience as a Mormon, members of the congregation or ward as it was called, would be encouraged and invited to go up to the podium and "bear their testimony", of the Truthfulness that the "TRUE" church of Christ's minstry has been restored, that Joesph Smith was indeed a prophet of God, and that the Book of Mormon was true. etc etc etc. Perhaps due to psychosomatic theratrics the speakers would often outbreak in a fit of spritual crying (sobbing), as they express their relief that they have returned to the proper church of God, etc etc etc. That they would be overtaken by enraptured joyous emotions of graditude. I have yet to experience this. They'd actually sound quite gross with booger babble, when the mucus ducts drain and you hear this slobbering "Merlock" like (Fish creatures from World of Warcraft) dialect.... At least it was "English" and not ancient made up Cannanite-Semarian tougue, babbling around like a Taser victim.
I made a convenant with what ever possible diety is up there, that should I experience just ONE physically externally caused tear (ie, Onions, hurting myself accidently, crap in my eyes, pepper spray, watching hillarious movies causes me to have tears, but this is external), My eyes are drier than China's Northern Hubei province. My eyes are as dry as the dried up Sodium Crystals of Calgary. Even during the funerals of my familiar personalties. Not even the magical wonderful opening of the 2010 Vancouver games, with the Natives welcoming me to their spritual world. produced one tear, touched my heart but didn't produce a tear.