 Brothers and sisters, this is Sammy Ho-Ching. Seven months old, watching General Conference on television in his home last April. As time approached to sustain President Nelson and the other General Authorities, Sammy's arms were busy holding his bottle. So he did the next best thing. Sammy gives entirely new meaning to the concept of voting with your feet. Welcome to this semiannual conference of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. To set the stage for a discussion of the meaning of these twice-a-year gatherings, I invoke this scene from Luke's New Testament account. It came to pass that as Jesus was come nigh unto Jericho, a certain blind man sat by the wayside begging. Hearing a multitude pass by, he asked what it meant. They told him that Jesus of Nazareth passeth by, and he cried, saying, Jesus, thou son of David, have mercy on me. Startled at his boldness, the crowd tried to silence the man, but he cried so much the more, it says. As a result of his persistence, he was brought to Jesus, who heard his faith-filled plea for the restoration of his sight, and he healed him. I'm moved by this vivid little vignette every time I read it. We can sense the man's distress. We can almost hear him shouting for the Savior's attention. We smile at his refusal to be silent. Indeed, his determination to turn the volume up when everyone else was telling him to turn it down. It is in and of itself a sweet story of very determined faith. But as with all Scripture, the more we read it, the more we find in it. One thought that struck me only recently is the good sense this man had in having spiritually sensitive people around him. The entire significance of this story hinges on a handful of anonymous women and men who, when asked by their colleague, what does this commotion mean, had the vision, if you will, to identify Christ as the reason for the clamor. He was meaning personified. There's a lesson in this little exchange for all of us in matters of faith and conviction. It helps to direct your inquiry toward those who actually have some. Can the blind lead the blind? Jesus once asked, if so, shall they not both fall into the ditch? Such a quest for faith and conviction is our purpose in these conferences. And by joining with us today, you'll realize that this search is a broadly shared endeavor. Look around you. Here on these grounds, you see families of all sizes coming from every direction. Old friends embrace in joyful reunion. A marvelous choir is warming up, and protesters shout from their favorite soapbox. Missionaries of an earlier day look for former companions, while recently returned missionaries look for entirely new companions, if you know what I mean, and more power to you. And photos, heaven help us. With cell phones in every hand, we have morphed from every member of missionary to every member of photographer. In the midst of all this delightful commotion, one could justifiably ask, what does it all mean? As in our New Testament story, those blessed with sight will recognize that in spite of everything else this conference tradition may offer us, it will mean little or nothing unless we find Jesus at the center of it all. To grasp the vision we are seeking, the healing that He promises, the significance we somehow know is here, we must cut through the commotion, joyful as it is, and fix our attention on Him, the prayer of every speaker, the hope of all who sing, the reverence of every guest. We are all dedicated to inviting the spirit of Him whose Church this is, the living Christ, the Lamb of God, the Prince of Peace. But we don't have to be in a conference center to find Him. When a child reads the Book of Mormon for the first time and is enamored with a benediced courage or the march of 2,000 stripling warriors, we can gently add that Jesus is the omnipresent central figure in this marvelous chronicle, standing like a colossus over virtually every page of it and providing the link to all the other faith-promoting figures in it. Likewise, when a friend is learning about our faith, she or he can be a bit overwhelmed by some of the unique elements and unfamiliar vocabulary of our religious practice, dietary restrictions, self-reliance supplies, pioneer treks, digitized family trees with an untold number of stake centers, where some have undoubtedly expected to be served to find charbroiled sirloin medium rare. So as our new friends experience a multitude of new sights and sounds, we must point past the hustle and bustle and concentrate them on the meaning of it all, on the beating heart of the eternal gospel, the love of heavenly parents, the atoning gift of a divine Son, the comforting guidance of the Holy Ghost, the latter-day restoration of all these truths, and so much more. When one goes to the Holy Temple for the first time, he or she may be somewhat awestruck by that experience. Our job is to ensure that the sacred symbols and revealed rituals, the ceremonial clothing and the visual presentations, never distract but rather point toward the Savior, whom we are there to worship. The temple is his house, and he should be uppermost in our minds and hearts, the majestic doctrine of Christ pervading our very being as it pervades the temple ordinances. From the time we read the inscription over the front door to the very last moment we spend in the building, amid all the wonder we encounter, we are to see above all else the meaning of Jesus in the temple. Consider the swirl of bold initiatives and new announcements in the Church in these recent months as we minister to one another, or refine our Sabbath experience, or embrace a new program for children and youth. We will miss the real reason for these revelatory adjustments if we see them as disparate, unrelated elements rather than an interrelated effort to help us build more firmly on the rock of our salvation. Surely this is what President Russell M. Nelson intends in having us use the revealed name of the Church. If Jesus, His name, His doctrine, His example, His divinity, if He can be at the center of our worship, we will be reinforcing the great truth Alma once taught. There be many things to come, but behold, there is one thing which is of more importance than they all, the Redeemer, who liveth and cometh among his people. One concluding thought. Joseph Smith's 19th century frontier environment was a flame with competing crowds of Christian witnesses. But in the tumult they created these exuberant revivalists were, ironically, obscuring the very Savior young Joseph so earnestly sought. Battling what he called darkness and confusion, he retreated to the solitude of a grove of trees where he saw and heard a more glorious witness of the Savior's centrality to the gospel than anything we've mentioned here this morning. With a gift of sight unimagined and unanticipated, Joseph beheld in vision his Heavenly Father, the great God of the universe, and Jesus Christ, his perfect, only begotten Son. Then the Father set the example we've been applauding this morning. He pointed to Jesus, saying, this is my beloved Son. Hear him. No greater expression of Jesus' divine identity, his primacy in the plan of salvation, and his standing in the eyes of God could ever exceed that short seven-word declaration. Commotion and confusion and crowds, even contention, there's plenty of all that in our world. Indeed, skeptics and the faithful still contend over this vision and virtually all else I have referred to today. In case you may be striving to see more clearly and to find meaning in the midst of a multitude of opinions, I point you toward that same Jesus and bear apostolic witness of Joseph Smith's experience, coming as it did some 1,800 years after our blind friend received his sight on the ancient Jericho Road. I testify with these two and a host of others down through time that surely the most thrilling sight and sound in life is that of Jesus not only passing by but his coming to us, stopping beside us and making his abode with us. Sisters and brothers, through the incessant din and drumbeat of our day, may we strive to see Christ at the center of our lives, of our faith and of our service. That is where true meaning lies. And if some days our vision is limited or our confidence has waned or our belief is being tested and refined as surely it will be, may we cry out then the louder, Jesus, thou son of David, have mercy on me. I promise with apostolic fervor and prophetic conviction that he will hear you and will say soon or late, receive thy sight, thy faith hath saved thee. Welcome to General Conference. In the name of Jesus Christ, amen.