As close as any man can get to but not actually be my father is my Uncle John, and I have always felt like we have a very special relationship, and we do. In fact through most of my life I have believed I was his favorite. But as an adult I have come to realize that I am not alone. Through his love and concern for others, my uncle John has developed very similar relationships with many others, each one I’m sure thinking that maybe they were his favorite. I am talking daughters, sons-in-laws, nephew’s nieces, grandkids, friends and often strangers. In fact in some form or another most of the people sitting in the congregation today probably feel the same way I do. I thought I would read a few lines from his own words about who he is. “Most of my life I have spent acquiring knowledge of all sorts. I feel a day that I haven’t learned something new is a lost opportunity. I am honest to a fault, I can’t lie even if that means saying nothing....
I have been moved by this statement as of late. About a month ago I was asked to be part of a multi-stake choir to sing for the priesthood session of general conference. Of course, I said yes. Because the actual experience of singing during a worldwide conference was a once in a lifetime opportunity. Yet I did not look forward to singing in a choir that big and to the rehearsals. I guess I had a bad attitude and I needed to be taught some new virtues. You see I don't like big choirs because they don't like it when I do things to stand out. I love theater because even with a small role there are always opportunities to stand out. And if not I make the opportunity. That is not the case with a large choir especially one that will sing before the world like at general conference. In fact, great effort is made to unify each individuals appearance and especially their vocal quality. I have always been a "look at me" kind of person. So it is uncomfortable for me to sit...
As I embark on journeys far from home, My heart feels heavy and bereft, alone, For my dear wife is not here by my side, And days are long, with hours hard to bide. Her sweet embrace, her smile, her gentle touch, Are the things that mean so very much, But now I'm miles and miles and miles away, And thoughts of her will not fade day by day. I miss her laughter, and her tender voice, And how her love makes my poor heart rejoice, I long to hold her close and kiss her tight, And to be with her through each day and night. The nights are long without her here to hold, And thoughts of her do more than leave me cold, But still I do my best to soldier on, And though I may be far, my love is strong. Until I'm back within her warm embrace, I'll think of her, and see her lovely face, And hold her close within my heart and mind, Until the day when work is left behind.
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