 Once you were his friend, you never lost him, or he lost you. He has never forgotten his boyhood chums or family members. Our neighborhood on Fifth South, we pretty well played in the streets. He was a bit of an athlete when he was a young fellow. He played basketball, but he was a self-starter. He didn't have to be told everything. He was 100% when he decided to do something. When he was going to get my bottle ready, he would put the milk in a little old pan on the stove that wobbled and keep putting his finger in it to see if it was warm yet. He'd pray an awful lot. And that was one thing that we were aware of. He'd pray for the food. He'd pray for things that happened. And I noticed many times, he would take a hat off and say a prayer even when he was out on the stream fishing. When President Monson was a very young bishop, I think one of the youngest in the church. He was 22 years old. He obtained a Heinrich Hoffman portrait of the savior. And he has had that picture of the savior with him everywhere he has ever gone since. And it's still in his office today. He loves the master, and he follows the path of the master. He walks the path of the master. One of his favorite scriptures probably says it best, he is always on the Lord's errand. Thomas Spencer Monson was born on a Sunday morning, August 21, 1927, at the old St. Mark's Hospital on Second West in Salt Lake City. His parents, G. Spencer and Gladys Condimonson, were of Hardy, Swedish, English, and Scottish ancestry, and made a loving home for Tom, his two brothers and three sisters. In 1927, there were just over 600,000 Latter-day Saints, most of them living in the American West. Heber J. Grant was president of the church. And in three years, the church would celebrate its 100th anniversary. Tom grew up on Salt Lake City's West Side, in the midst of a close family of grandparents, aunts, and uncles. His grandfather, Thomas Sharp Condi, had purchased property on the southwest corner of Fifth South and Second West, built his own home there, and provided homes for each of his four daughters and their husbands. Tom was always welcome and totally at ease in any of their homes, never feeling the need to knock. My father did have an idyllic setting as he grew up. He loved his relatives, and everything that they did for him, his aunts and uncles, it was as though he was their son as well. His mother and father were very good people. We loved them both. They loved the gospel, and they have taught it to their children. My mother was a friendly, outgoing person. She would talk to people on the bus. She made friends instantly. Being around Gladys, you know, it was what you call a hoot, I guess. People say, Gladys, how did you raise a son to become an apostle? And she'd smile, and with her own sense of humor, say, well, it wasn't easy, but I persevered. My father was a hard worker. He worked 12 hours a day, six days a week. He was the provider. He put the money aside so that we could have an education. Sunday was my father's only day off. I'm sure he would have enjoyed relaxing at home, but invariably he would say, come along, Tommy. Let's take Uncle Elias for a drive. Boarding the old 1928 Oldsmobile, we would proceed to 8th West to the home of Uncle Elias and Aunt Teen. I would wait in the car while Dad went inside. Soon he would emerge from the house, carrying his crippled uncle in his arms, like a little china doll. I would open the door and watch how tenderly my father would place Uncle Elias in the front seat. Then we'd take him for a ride around the city. Dad never wanted any thanks for this service, but his lesson was not lost on me. For generations, Tom's family had spent each summer at a small cabin in Vivian Park in Provo Canyon. There along the banks of the Provo River, Tom first gained from his uncles what would become a lifelong love for fishing. I would sit on the bank for hours, Tom recalled, and look at the mountain side across the river. Those were happy years, dream-filled years. One summer afternoon, 12-year-old Tom was floating on a tractor tire inner tube down the river toward its swiftest part when he heard the frantic cries of a Greek immigrant family from the bank. Just ahead in the whirlpools, a young lady swimmer was disappearing under the water for the third time. And a girl's head emerged, and I grabbed her by the hair. She'd be about 14, I suppose, and pulled her across my lap in that inner tube. While she cried and was spitting water, I took the other hand and paddled her through the whirlpool and into the little eddy, and up to the bank, and then handed her to her parents. They threw their arms around her, weeping and kissing. Then they grabbed me, and hugged and kissed me. I was embarrassed. You know, no boy wants to be kissed by a lot of older men and women, so I quickly returned to my tube and continued down the river. As he thought about what had happened, I realized, he said, I had participated in saving a human life. Heavenly Father had permitted me, a deacon, to float by at precisely the time I was needed. That day, I learned that God, our Heavenly Father, knows each one of us and permits us to share His divine power to save. At age 16, Tom was expected to forgo swimming and fishing in the Provo River and work full time during the summer. He got a job at Burton Lumber and Hardware Company, unloading boxcars of cut lumber in 100 degree temperatures. At this time, America had entered World War II, and US combat efforts were not going well overseas. It was during this bleak time that stake patriarch Frank Woodbury placed his hands on 16-year-old Tom Monson's head and conferred a truly prophetic patriarchal blessing. You shall be indeed a leader among your fellows, the patriarch said. Seek the Lord in humility to guide and direct you in the high and holy callings unto which you shall be called. In 1944, Tom enrolled as a freshman at the University of Utah. Shortly after, at a university dance, Tom first saw the young lady who would become his wife. Tom had taken a girl from West High, and they were dancing to the popular song Kentucky, when Francis Johnson and another young man danced by. I caught a glimpse of her, Tom said, but he didn't see her again that evening. About a month later, while waiting for the street car at 13th East and 2nd South, he saw Francis and another girl standing together. They were with a grade school acquaintance of Tom's named Paul Wilkinson. Tom walked up to Paul and said, hello, old friend, how are you? It worked. As I said goodbye, Tom recalls, I quickly took out my student directory and underlined the name Francis Beverly Johnson. That evening, Tom called her and arranged their first date. As my mother was contemplating, is this really the man that I want to marry? It was cute as my mother shared with me how her mother said, you look at the way Tom takes care of his grandfather, because my father did love his grandfather, and he would shave him, and he would get his clothes ready. Any man that takes care of his grandfather, the way Tom takes care of his grandfather will be a wonderful husband. And that became a big selling point in my father's favor. Tom and Francis' first date was to a dance at the Pioneer Stake Gym. More dates followed. But as spring turned to summer in 1945, Tom realized his days as a civilian were numbered. On October 6, 1945, Tom went to the train depot in Salt Lake City to ship out for basic training in San Diego as a member of the United States Naval Reserve. Among those saying goodbye was John Burt, a member of the bishopric who handed Tom a copy of the missionary handbook. I'm not going on a mission, Tom protested. Take it along, brother Burt said. It may come in handy. Upon arriving in San Diego, Tom had his first taste of military life. The Naval base seemed to stretch for miles, Tom recalled. I'm convinced the training was designed to toughen us, as well as humble us. It succeeded. One night before returning home for Christmas leave, Tom and his fellow sailors were lying on their bunks nearly asleep. Suddenly, a man in a nearby bunk, Leland Merrill from Murray, Utah, said, I'm sick. I'm sicker than I've ever been. Tom suggested he go to the dispensary and have a doctor look at him. Merrill said he would be kept for observation and not allowed home for Christmas. The moans increased. Finally, Merrill said, Monson, aren't you an elder? The time was 2 AM. Tom had indeed been ordained an elder prior to enlisting in the Navy. Merrill said, will you give me a blessing? I thought to myself, I've never given a blessing. I've never received a blessing. I don't know that I've ever seen anyone receive a blessing. And then I remembered. I got something in that sea bag that might help me. And I dumped the gear on the deck and took out that missionary handbook. And I went into the cubicle where the night light was shining. And I read how you administer to the sick. And then I went back there and gave him a blessing. And when I said amen, he was purring like a kitten, sound asleep. The next morning, as we assembled to march off to get on the buses to go home for home leave, Leland Merrill said, Monson, I'm glad you hold the priesthood. And I said, I'm glad I do, too. I was just very grateful for the priesthood and to have friends that watched out for me. And I guess it must have made quite an impression on Tom, because he's remembered it all these years. And so have I. In 1946, the war had ended, and Tom returned home. Two years later, he graduated with honors from the University of Utah with a degree in business. Turning down job offers from Standard Oil of California and Procter & Gamble on the East Coast, he chose to work for the Deseret News as Assistant Classified Advertising Manager. In the meantime, Tom and Francis' relationship had grown and deepened. Finally, Tom went to Davis Jewelry and selected a diamond engagement ring to surprise Francis. After hiding it at home, he carefully planned a special evening. On the night he determined to become engaged, Tom brought Francis to the house. As soon as she entered, Tom's youngest brother, Scott, blurted out, Tommy has a ring for you, Francis. I was very irritated to have my surprise exposed, Tom remembers. Tom and Francis were married in the Salt Lake Temple for time and eternity on October 7, 1948. Thus began one of the truly exemplary marriages in the church. My mother is the other part of my father's success story, because she's been supportive of him in everything that he has done. Since the first day of our marriage, it was just a wonderful experience. We didn't question whether, you know, we felt unhappy that he was gone all the time or working so hard. So we just sort of grew up with that. We still do. The wife of a member of a bishopric or a stake pregnancy has to live a little different life than others. You're away from them a lot to meetings. And some social events have to be forgotten because of a meeting here or a blessing to be given there. But I have never, in our entire marriage, have heard her complain. Anything I had to do in the church, she always sustained me. At the time of their marriage, Tom was serving as the sixth Seventh Ward clerk. One morning, he sat silently taking minutes while the bishopric discussed the lack of success with the young people in their ward. Presently, the young clerk said, excuse me, brethren, but may I say something about the MIA and the youth challenges in this ward? He then delivered a profound summary of not only what was wrong with the youth program, but what could quickly make it right. Then realizing he may have been presumptuous, he said, forgive me, I think I've said too much, and excused himself to take role in the elder's quorum. He was no sooner out the door than the bishopric looked at each other and said, what are we waiting for? They immediately called him back, released him as ward clerk and called him to be the superintendent of the MIA. Within months, the sixth Seventh Ward youth program with its committed young superintendent was drawing more people to MIA than sacrament meeting. The Lord prepares his leaders when they're young. If there was ever a good example of that, it's with Thomas S. Monson. He was always different from the rest of us. I believe he was aborn later. He had energy that is beyond belief and enthusiasm that was just contagious. He has a presence when he walks into the room that people look up to him because he is a big man and they do look up to him. But they look to him for guidance in every situation. It wasn't long before the new MIA superintendent was called by Bishop John Burt to serve as his second counselor in the bishopric. When Bishop Burt was called a few weeks later to serve in the Temple of Eustache presidency, Tom was certain that award members serving on the High Council would be Bishop Burt's successor. To my amazement, Tom said, the call came to me. Here he was, 22 and a half years old serving award which had more than 1,000 members, including 85 widows and one of the largest welfare loads in the entire church. Bishop Monson chose men much senior to himself as counselors. We were installed on Sunday, May 7th, 1950. A fast day, Tom remembers, and immediately set to work. The old 6th Seventh Ward Chapel had begun refurbishment under the previous bishopric with the painting of its exterior. Bishop Monson followed this with extensive interior renovation including the installation of new benches. Ward members gladly provided the labor. Tom remembers, with the redecoration of the building and the rejuvenation of spirit, the ward literally came alive. Sacrament meeting attendance doubled, then quadrupled, completely filling the building. A large part of the congregation was elderly. I had a love for the older people, Tom said. These were good people who loved the Lord and kept His commandments. Even after His release as bishop, Tomas Monson continued to take a gift and visit every one of the 85 widows of the ward every Christmas for as long as each lived. It's interesting that he has been able to speak in every funeral for those 85 widows. That's an almost impossible feat given our travel, given our committee assignments, the other things that come in the life of a general authority. But with the hand of the Lord upon him, he was able to do that for each of those widows who had so requested it. On a winter night in 1951, young Bishop Monson responded to a knock at his door. A German church member from Ogden announced his brother's family was coming from Germany and would live in the sixth, seventh ward. He asked if the bishop would go with him to survey the apartment he had rented for them. On their way, the visitor Carl Gertler told Bishop Monson that he had not seen his brother Hans for many years. Arriving at the corner of 4th South and 2nd West, the two ascended a staircase. It isn't much, brother Gertler said, but it's more than they've had in Germany. As Bishop Monson surveyed the cold and inviting apartment, he recalls, I was heart sick. I thought, what a dismal welcome for a family that has endured so much. Tom did not sleep well that night. The next morning in Ward Welfare Committee meeting, one of his counselors asked, Bishop, is something wrong? And I told the committee members of my experience, it was as though the spirit of the Lord just enveloped us. And they said, what can we do about that, Bishop? Edward Early, the group leader of the High Priest book, said, I'm a master electrician and have three helpers. We'd like to rewire that place. And I have contacts with those who sell refrigerators and those who sell stoves. And I'll get one donated, a new one of each one of those. And then another person spoke up, namely a painter, contractor, Brother Bowden. He said, I'm a contractor for painting. And I can get my paint less than wholesale. And my crew and I will paint the house. And then that wonderful relief society president said, relief society women do not like empty cupboard shelves. We'll fill them. And we went about doing that. We had two weeks to do it. The night the Gertlers came, they showed the appearance of someone who shed many tears. And all the way up the staircase to the second floor, I remember Brother Gertlers saying, now it isn't much, Hans, it isn't much, but it's the best we could do. It's the best we could do. And then they opened the door, talked about a vision. There was a nice carpet laid by my counselor who was a contractor for carpet laying. And then there was the wallpaper all nice and new and painting nice. There was the Christmas tree all decorated. Absolutely everything anyone would need. I was 15. I was a very insecure teenager. We had not had a real home since before the war when our apartment building was bombed. So we always had to double up with other families and to walk into an apartment and to know it would be ours was just beyond comprehension to us. It was like a shock. I couldn't believe it. He put the key in front of me and said, you are in your own apartment. As we left, and our little band who'd done all this work came out onto the street and they were silent and they said, why is it that this will be the best Christmas we've ever experienced? I said, do you remember the final verse of little town of Bethlehem? No ear may hear his coming, but in this world of sin where amic souls will receive him yet, the dear Christ enters in. He entered into the apartment. He entered into the lives of all who were part of that experience. As Bishop Monson matured in his responsibilities, he learned many lessons, among them the importance of following the Spirit and trusting in the Lord. One night, during a Stake Priesthood leadership meeting, he had the distinct impression that he should leave the meeting immediately and drive to the Veterans Hospital high on the avenues of Salt Lake City. Before leaving home that night, he had received a phone call informing him that an older member of his ward was ill and had been admitted to the hospital for care. Could the Bishop, the caller asked, find a moment to go by the hospital and give a blessing. The busy young Bishop explained he was just on his way to a meeting, but he would certainly go by the hospital afterward. Now, the prompting was stronger than ever. Leave the meeting and proceed to the hospital at once. Bishop Monson looked at the pulpit. The Stake President was speaking. He didn't see how he could stand in the middle of his talk and make his way over an entire row of men. Painfully, he waited out the final moments of the Stake President's message, then bolted for the door even before the benediction was announced. Running the full length of the corridor on the fourth floor of the hospital, the young Bishop saw a flurry of activity outside the designated room. A nurse stopped and said, are you Bishop Monson? Yes, he replied. I'm sorry, she said. The patient was calling your name just before he died. Fighting back tears, Bishop Monson walked back into the night. He vowed at that moment that he would never fail to act upon a prompting from the Lord. He would immediately follow the impressions of the Spirit wherever they led him. No one can understand President Thomas S. Monson who does not understand the frequency, the repetition of those kinds of spiritual promptings in his life and his absolute loyalty in responding to them. When I was called as a Bishop, I recognized I was the president of the priest corps and I wanted to get every boy out. There's one boy that never came and I thought to myself, I'm sitting here with the priest. They've got an advisor. I'll leave them to get the lesson from the advisor. I'm going to go find Richard Castro. I went over to his home, Mother Dabber home and they said he was working over at the West Temple garage. So I went over to 5th South and West Temple and the door was open but nobody there. And so I started looking around, you know, nobody. So I went around the back and there was one of these old fashioned grease pits and I looked down into the darkness and I could see two eyes looking at me. He said, you got me Bishop, I'll come up. And he came up out of the grease pit and we had a nice little visit there together. And I said, Richard, we need you. You have a way with people and I want to have every priest in attendance. Will you come? He said, I'll come. And he came. After that I served a mission. I was sealed to my wife in the temple. We have five great children. Two of them have served missions. I've served as a bishop twice. My children have a great love for him and my wife has a great love for him because of what he did for me. It was probably one of the greatest blessings that I had ever received in my life. During his service as bishop, two children were born to the Monson family. Tom in 1951 and Anne in 1954. Tom recalls, we felt as though life was very good to us, which it was. About this time, President Joseph Fielding Smith came to reorganize the temple view stake presidency. On Sunday, June 16, 1955, the general session of stake conference was held in the assembly hall on Temple Square. The ironic priesthood and bishoprics were providing the music. Joseph Fielding Smith stepped to the pulpit and announced the new stake presidency. Percy K. Fetzer, president. John R. Burt, first counselor. And Thomas S. Monson, second counselor. He then said, Bishop Monson knows nothing of this calling, but if he will accept it, we will be pleased to hear from him now. So I had to make the long walk from the choir seats down to the pulpit thinking, what am I gonna say? The song we had just sung concerned the word of wisdom. Have courage, my boy, to say no. Have courage, my boy, to say no. And I say my theme today is have courage, my boy, to say yes. And I do so with my heart and soul. Along with increasing church responsibilities, Tom was progressing in his career as well. In 1953, he was named Assistant General Manager of Deseret News Press. I don't know of anybody that Tom Monson dealt with that didn't love him. All of us in the automobile business and in the real estate business came to know and to love this good man, he just had the ability to reach out and touch hearts. In 1957, Tom and Francis spilled a new home for their family on a one-acre lot in the suburbs near Salt Lake. The move to a full acre on the outskirts of the city seemed like paradise to the young family. Then on February 21st, 1959, Tom was summoned to the office of Stephen L. Richards of the First Presidency. Thinking this meeting concerned the general handbook of instructions currently being printed, Tom was unprepared for what followed. President Richards called him to serve as President of the Canadian Mission. He indicated he should take a leave of absence from his employment and be prepared to depart in three weeks. When Tom returned home, he found Francis lying down, ill from the pregnancy of their third child. When I told her there was no question about what she would accept, when we told our children, our son Tommy said, oh boy, when do we go? We said in about three weeks. He said, great, when do we come back? We said in about three years. The reality of what was happening became clear. I can still remember the cold, snow-filled day when I rented a truck and we took our furniture from our dream home and prepared to leave Salt Lake City. It was an emotional day for Francis and for all of us. I noted that she stroked the door jam. There were tears in her eyes. We withdrew the children from school and then took the train to Toronto. The young family arrived at the mission home at 133 Lindhurst Avenue and immediately embarked on a tour of the very large mission. Then we realized, Tom said, that all the responsibility of presiding over the entire Canadian mission now was squarely upon our shoulders. He looked younger than half the missionaries in the field. He was thin and very athletic. He played basketball. He had played basketball with the elders. And we sensed in him a kind of a green missionary, someone who not that would ever think of taking advantage of him, but we thought, well, we have had six months on this mission present and there are some here that have been out two years. And we thought we could maybe teach him. We were dead wrong. On October 1st, 1959, Francis gave birth to their third child, Clark Spencer Monson. President Monson recalls, it was nice for the missionaries to have a new baby in the mission home. It seemed to bring a touch of their own families closer to them. 133 Lendhurst Avenue was a busy place to raise a growing family. With missionaries coming and going, Monson family rarely had dinner alone. Each night when it was about my bedtime, he would invite me into his office or I would knock on the door and go into his office. And he would pull out a checkerboard that he kept in one drawer and lay it out on his desk and I would sit by his desk and we would play checkers for 10 or 15 minutes. And that was something that was my time only with him and that I appreciated very much. Spurred on by their young mission president, the missionaries began to be more productive. Convert baptisms increased. The building program gained momentum. I was pleased with our progress, President Monson said. An attitude of success permeated the mission. In August 1960, Elder Markey Peterson of the Quorum of the Twelve came to Toronto to organize the Toronto Steak, the 300th Steak of the Church. The general sessions of this special steak conference were held in Toronto's Odeon Carlton Theatre. Every one of the 2,249 seats were filled. It was the largest percentage of members in attendance at a steak conference anywhere in the Church. I remember there was lots of excitement in the mission because it was the first steak that was organized in Eastern Canada and he announced that day who were to be the different leaders and when he got up and announced that I was to be the state primary president I was a little bit shocked because I'd never heard about it. So when we met after he said, I knew you'd say yes. And it was just thrilling for us as missionaries to be there and to know that we were finally a steak of the Church. After three years of labor, President Monson received a letter of honorable release from the first presidency. As we departed Toronto, we left a little of our hearts in this beautiful city but memories ever dear have been retained. Shortly after returning to Salt Lake City, Tom was named General Manager of the Deseret Press. He was now responsible for the largest printing plant west of the Mississippi. On Thursday afternoon, October 3rd, 1963, Tom was working at his office when a call came from Claire Middlemis, Secretary to President David O. McKay. After coming on the line and exchanging pleasantries, President McKay said, Brother Monson, could you visit with me sometime? After a positive response, President McKay said, could you come to the office now? Placing everything aside, Tom drove to Church Headquarters where he was ushered into the office of President McKay. He had me sitting next to him on a chair at the side of his desk named with great emotion. He said, Brother Monson, with the passing of President Henry D. Moyle, I've named Elder Nathan Elden Tanner to be my second counselor in the First Presidency. The Lord has called you to fill his place in the Council of the Twelve Apostles. Could you accept that calling? I was overcome, but finally assured him I could. He then welcomed me to the ranks of the General Authorities and indicated this would be a most rewarding experience and one where my talents and energies would be used to the maximum. Then he instructed me that I should tell no one except my wife and inform me that I would be sustained at the Friday morning session of conference the very next day. Returning home, Tom felt little like eating dinner. He told Francis he had some printing proofs to deliver and asked if she would like to come with him. They drove to the east bench of Salt Lake City and parked adjacent to This is the Place monument. Together they walked around the monument reading the inscriptions and pondering the pioneers and their heritage. As they returned to the car, Francis said, What's wrong? You have something on your mind. Then revealed to her the sacred nature of his call. That night neither of us slept very well, Tom said. My feet were like ice. The next morning at General Conference, Tom made his way toward members of the priesthood home teaching committee. As he was about to sit next to Hugh Smith, Hugh said, You don't want to sit there. Twice before the men sitting next to me were called to be general authorities, Tom took his seat regardless. It is now proposed that we sustain the following as members of the Quorum of the Twelve Apostles, Joseph Fielding Smith, Howard W. Hunter, Gordon B. Hinckley, and Thomas S. Monson. An astonished Hugh Smith whispered, Lightning has struck a third time. I pledge my life, all that I may have. I will strive to the utmost of my ability to be what you would want me to be. I'm grateful for the words of Jesus Christ, our Savior, when he said, I stand at the door and knock. If any man hear my voice and open the door, I will come into him. I earnestly pray, my brothers and sisters, that my life might merit this promise from our Savior. In the name of Jesus Christ, amen. The following week, a special meeting of the First Presidency and Council of the Twelve and the Salt Lake Temple, Thomas S. Monson was ordained an apostle and set apart as a member of the Council of the Twelve. Elder Monson said, it was one of the most dramatic days of my life. Major responsibilities came almost immediately. He was named as Chairman of the Adult Correlation Committee as Advisor to the Young Men and Young Women's Organizations, Chairman of the Church Leadership Committee and Area Supervisor for Missionary Work in the Western United States. In 1965, assignments among the Twelve were rotated. Elder Monson was assigned to supervise the missions of the South Pacific, including Australia, New Zealand, and the Islands of Polynesia. During his first visit to Samoa, he visited the small village of Soniatu and spoke at the church school to a large gathering of small children. As the closing hymn was announced, Elder Monson suddenly felt compelled to personally greet each of the 247 children. Checking the clock, he saw that time was too short and discounted the impression. Then, just prior to the closing prayer, he again felt a strong impression to shake the hand of each child. Upon communicating this desire, the instructor and children were overcome with joy. The instructor then revealed the reason for their relation. He said when they learned a member of the Twelve was coming, he told the children if each would earnestly pray and exert great faith, the apostle would be impressed to greet each child with a personal hand-clasp. Tears could not be restrained, Elder Monson said. As each of these precious children walked past to spread a sweet tolova lava. The people of the Pacific Islands have such great faith. On one occasion I accompanied President Hubey Brown on an assignment to Samoa. We were met by local members who told us of the extreme drought that plagued the area. The members said they had been fasting and asked President Brown and me to join them in a supplication to our Heavenly Father that moisture would come. This we did. During the general meeting at the church school, we heard the clap of thunder and soon the heavens opened and the rain descended making such a noise that one could scarcely hear as the rain pouted upon the tin roof of the building. President Brown turned to me and said, smiling, now that we got it turned on, how do we turn it off? As we concluded the meeting and went to the small airport, we overheard a New Zealand pilot who had just landed speaking to one of the airline personnel. He said, I don't understand it. Not a cloud in the sky except over the Mormon school at Mapusanga. President Brown turned to me and said, go tell him why. I gladly did. During his years as a member of the 12, Elder Monson made weekly visits to the stakes of the church. These assignments were always made by the president of the 12 who announced them at the conclusion of their weekly temple meeting. I liked this approach, Elder Monson said, for I could then feel that the assignments I received came from inspiration. Such was the case in Shreveport, Louisiana where he experienced one of the most sacred events of his life. The weekend of August 24th, 1974, Elder Monson had been assigned to El Paso, Texas. Several days prior, President Ezra Taft Benson called Elder Monson to his office. He asked if he would mind being assigned elsewhere. Then President Benson said, Brother Monson, I feel impressed to have you visit the Shreveport, Louisiana stake. On the evening of Friday, August 23rd, Elder Monson arrived in Shreveport. The next day was filled with meetings at the stake center. During a break, stake president Charles Kegel apologetically asked if Elder Monson would have time to give a blessing to a 10-year-old girl afflicted with cancer. Her name was Crystal Methvin. Elder Monson asked if she would be at the conference or if she were in a Shreveport hospital. President Kegel barely whispered that Crystal was confined to her home some 80 miles from Shreveport. Elder Monson examined the schedule. Even his return flight, there was simply no time. An alternative plan was made to remember the young girl in the public prayers at stake conference. On that basis, the schedule of meetings resumed. When we were informed that Elder Monson could not come, we were deeply disappointed. When the tumor had spread to the lungs and the brain, we had decided that we wanted to take Crystal to Salt Lake and have her given a blessing by a general authority. We looked at a picture of the general authorities and we looked at a picture of Elder Thomas S. Monson and we showed Crystal this picture. And she looked at it and she said, he looks like a very nice man. I think he's the right one. We never made that flight to Salt Lake due to her health situation. We knew that she could not make the flight. We informed her that it wasn't going to happen. Her response was, well, if I can't go to Elder Monson, then surely he could come to me. When we learned Elder Monson was going to come to our stake conference, we were elated because we thought our prayers were answered. But when we heard that he couldn't make the trip on further south to see us and then give Crystal a blessing, we didn't know what to think. But we did the only thing that we knew to do and that was to place in the hands of the Lord. And so, as a family we knelt in prayer. As the Methvin family prayed, the clock in the stake center showed 7.45 p.m. Elder Monson was sorting his notes, preparing to step to the pulpit during a leadership meeting when he heard a voice speak to his spirit. The message was brief. Suffer the little children to come unto me and forbid them not for of such is the kingdom of God. Elder Monson made a decision. The meeting schedule was changed. He turned to Bishop James Sarah and asked him to leave the meeting and advise the Methvins. And while we were praying the phone rang and Bishop Sarah, Bishop in one of the wards in Shreveport informed us that Elder Monson would be in our home the next morning and that he asked us if we would fast with him and he would be there to give Crystal the blessing. I've been in hallowed places even holy houses but never have I felt more strongly the presence of the Lord than in the Methvin home. Crystal looked so tiny lying peacefully on such a large bed I gazed down on a child who was too ill to rise almost too weak to speak. So strong was the spirit that I felt in my knees took her hand in mine and said simply Crystal, I'm here. She whispered, Brother Monson I just knew you would come. I looked around the room no one was standing each was on bended knee a blessing was given a faint smile crossed Crystal's face her whispered thank you provided an appropriate benediction quietly we each filed from the room four days later as Crystal's name was remembered in the prayer circle of the first presidency and council of the 12 the pure spirit are Crystal Methvin left his diseased ravaged body and entered the paradise of God I bear witness that Jesus of Nazareth does love little children he listens to their prayers and responds to them the master did indeed his words, suffer the little children to come unto me and forbid them not for of such is the kingdom of God I know these are the words he spoke to the throng gathered on the coast of Judea for I've read them I know these are the words he spoke to an apostle on a Simon and Shreve Port Louisiana for I heard them He and I were leaving a large meeting and suddenly he saw a woman, a young girl and her family in need and felt immediately to attend to that and let the meeting start without us if necessary the people of Europe and the people of the world are grateful to have a leader with these wonderful talents a man who focuses on the one but has a heart for the whole world I remember standing with four or five German saints in the cold and rain on a hilltop overlooking the city of Dresden and rededicating the land as I offered the prayer and spoke the words may this be the dawning of a new day for the church in this land we heard a rooster crow in the valley below a church bell began to chime and suddenly a warmth on my hands and face I opened my eyes to see that the clouds had parted an array of sunshine engulfed a tiny point where our small band stood we knew it was a confirmation from our Heavenly Father that the prayer was heard and would be answered One of the wonderful blessings and pronouncements he made was members in East Germany will have all the privileges of members of all the membership around the world including the temples and through his efforts following through with meeting with political leaders the Freibach temple came and blessed the people in a marvelous and wonderful way It weren't for Brother Moss there would be little for our saints in this power of Europe the President has given to those people including the shirt off his back I mean it I've seen him give away his shirts and his suits to those destitute saints in Eastern Europe he says they're used old ones that he's going to throw away anyway but they always looked brand new to me During his years in the 12 one of his most important assignments was serving as Chairman of the Scripture Publication Committee Over many years Elder Monson had an exhaustive process involving hundreds of scholars designers, technicians and printers which eventually resulted in new additions of all four standard works of the church Thomas S. Monson had a unique qualification for that he was a printer and he knew paper texture, binding he was the one that went back and forth to England to check the publications and so we had Bruce McConkey and myself and him that worked through those years to accomplish that really a great endeavor equal to almost anything I know of that's happened in my lifetime In 1979 as President Monson was touring the Cambridge plant he looked at one of the press lines and saw pull the sheet from the end of the press and saw what was a mistake the important column rule had been omitted Cambridge was amazed that they hadn't found it but he did and he was there to correct what could have been an omission of some significance In addition to his apostolic labor Elder Monson has been called upon to render significant civic duties as well he served as a member of the Utah Board of Regents the governing body for higher education in the state served for decades on the national executive board of the Boy Scouts of America and as a member of President Ronald Reagan's task force for private sector initiatives Individuals are served not 6,000 at a time or not 13 million at a time they're served one by one I was at breakfast this morning with three brothers who had lost their father one of them mentioned President Monson and he said he's my favorite he just inspires me this is a 16 year old boy he always considers himself our really good friend I think something that always makes me laugh is a quote by Elder Fouse he once said that if he could kind of start over he'd like to come back as one of President Monson's grandchildren I had overheard my grandpa saying something to my grandma like we need to make more memories for the children and my grandma would always just roll her eyes and be like oh no, what has he got up his sleeve now In June 1985 Elder and Sister Monson traveled to the German Democratic Republic for the long awaited dedication of the Freiburg Temple For me the dedication marked the completion of 17 years of service to the membership of the church and the German Democratic Republic the completion of the house of the Lord in that setting is a latter day miracle the tremendous faith of the members coupled with the wish of God's prophet caused the barriers of man and governments to collapse before the mighty will of a divine providence Following the dedication Elder and Sister Monson flew to Frankfurt and participated in groundbreaking services for the Frankfurt Germany Temple Next stop was Stockholm, Sweden where Elder Monson hosted the King and Queen of Sweden at the open house of the new Stockholm Temple President Hinckley described this as the most significant week which witnessed two temple dedications and the groundbreaking for a third as the most significant week in the history of the church in Europe It was indeed such as well as one of the most significant periods of my life and ministry On November 10th 1985 after 22 years of service in the council of the 12 apostles Elder Monson was called by President Ezra Taft Benson to serve as second counselor in the first presidency Nine years later he was called a second counselor to President Howard W. Hunter and in 1995 as first counselor to President Gordon B. Hinckley President Monson has made a tremendous contribution to the presidents of the church that he has served He's a wise counselor He knows the church He knows the organization He knows the needs of the people and so when he would give counsel it was always very very much on target On February 3rd 2008 Thomas S. Monson was ordained and set apart as the 16th President of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints His impact can be seen now that the mantle of the prophet has fallen on him in even a greater and more marvelous way I've seen it I can testify of that I have seen how he has changed from a marvelous man to the prophet of God He has been guided He's been led He's been prompted He's been refined He's had all those experiences that a prophet has to prepare one to speak in the name of the Lord to be the president of this church and to guide the destiny of the kingdom of God on earth He's all he should be to be president of the church Particularly, he isn't some of the things he shouldn't be to be president of the church He's absolutely without guile He came from an ordinary family He's an ordinary man that's done extraordinary things I've time and time again the spirit of God come upon him and both in the capacity to bear testimony of the Savior and to know what God would have him do and he has a complete commitment to do whatever he's inspired to do for the Lord I have a testimony of this great work in which we're engaged I don't know when I first obtained it I think it came step by step from goodly parents I've always had a testimony The sweetest experience I know in life is to feel a prompting and act upon it and later find out that it was the fulfillment of someone's prayer or someone's need and I always want the Lord to know that if he needs an air and run Tom Watson who will run that errand for him I'm so grateful for his example and that's whom we serve This is the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints I honor that name I honor this church the work is true and I testify of that truth from the depths of my soul and would say may God bless us everyone in the name of Jesus Christ Amen