Rare glimpses into the humanity of our prophets, as told by one who knew them.
Our priesthood manuals lead us through the inspirations of our prophets and shews forth how they applied them in their own lives. But we need to remember, these were men too and not prophets only. As I sat at the feet of President Monson my mind unfolded visions of the individual prophets that choice friends of mine held so dear. My mind would be touched by memories they held dear, teachings they had absorbed, words of wisdom that bound them to this prophet, and then another friend who loved the next prophet President Monson revealed would seal up my heart through the friends foremost in my life.
Hardly a day goes by that I don’t see a picture of Gordon B. Hinckley and my heart will leap within me and I yearn for the day when I shall listen to his voice again. I know that Thomas S. Monson is the prophet trained up for these latter-days, and perchance I shall be perched evermore in the “waiting chair” held out for my own departure even learning those ties of filial love for our next prophet takes President Monson’s place as the foremost prophet in my life.
These last days are my best days, even the happiest days of my life. Marleen and I were talking of our happiness together only yesterday. Bond and knit our last days sublime, my happiest days, my best days, the days of service to one I hold most dear. Holding fast to the counsel given by example from the stream of life’s teaching that our prophets hold out that bind me in love and service as a man, as a husband, as a father, as a friend.
In the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.