2 years ago
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
As I stepped onto the elevator in the Church Office Building, a gentleman in a wheel chair called for me to hold the door for him. Thanking me as he wheeled onto the elevator, he asked me if I'd had a good week. I excitedly told him my husband and I had just received a mission call to Mongolia. A light went on in his face. Then he told me that in a talk he had heard, a general authority had said that through the lineage pronounced in patriarchal blessings, all of the ten tribes are represented in Mongolia. As we reached his floor and he wheeled off the elevator, he left me alone to ponder his words.