Racking my Brain where I Knew a Guy Who is Like my Current Stake President

    I met him and got to know him today. He served his mission in Taiwan from 1992 to 1994. Was he in one of my wards at BYU? He said he lived at Liberty Square. But did he live in Helaman Halls back in 1993? Maybe that.

    But no, most likely it was in Ashburn, Virginia, in 2006 when my wife and small children and I lived in that Brambleton Ward for about seven months.

    He made an impression on me, maybe in a class or from the pulpit. He and his visage, or character, was imprinted in me, so when we met with him it was uncanny that I saw him some 19 years later: older, greyer, wiser, perhaps even kinder?

    I knew his two counselors from the stand when they came to my building in February or so, or I was left with an impression of them then, but not as much him then.

    Now he is cemented to me in the bulwark of God's kingdom and heaven.

    Like deja vu for some, it means that God is tracking and recording and letting us passengers play along. Participate and grow, as us sojourners must, or at least as we are able and blessed to do.

    The stake president is a counselor and a guide, a shepherd and a high priest of many.

    He represents the Son and the Father, and brings with him the Holy Ghost.

    The Spirit has uplifted me and us through his powers, through his appointed, to this familiar man from nearly a generation ago.

 

    Praise to the man who communes with Jehovah, the church hymn proclaims. He is with us, and us in Him. As John 17:3 intercedes into our conscious and subconscious.

    We are one with Him. 

    Thank you, Stake President, for being who you are and sharing with us who you have become.