In the LDS church, man’s search for happiness often involves
serving others in callings: assigned opportunities to help others in
Christ-like ways. While all service
ennobles and enlightens us, the natural man in all of us generates personal
preferences. While it’s not a sin to want, we all instinctively seek specific
joys associated with certain callings.
I thought I had what I wanted (not what the Lord wants for
me or others) all figured out. By
serving in my student ward’s relief society as the passionate service leader, I
met my future wife; you can read more that here. I later served for a few short
years in the nursery and was hooked for life.
Since then, I’ve been blessed with varied opportunities to help others,
all while vainly chasing my ecclesiastical dream of surrounding myself with
nursery children for almost two hours every Sunday morning. I was so desperately superstitious about
satisfying my desires that I explored the possibility of applying Murphy’s law
in a church environment and pretended to myself that I really didn’t care that
much about little children anymore. It didn’t work. I resigned myself to the
probability that I would be forever tortured spiritually by righteous but
unfulfilled desires to serve again in the nursery.
This all changed in the Conference Center this morning
during the first session of General Conference.
I was sitting in the upper balcony with my daughter immediately before
it started watching the prophet and his counselors slowly walk up to their
chairs on the stand. Walking right
behind the prophet was a younger unidentified brother who seemed to be taking
care of the prophet in his old age; making sure his gait was steady and that he
made it comfortably to his seat. He
provided the same act of service after the conference session concluded.
Now I have new dream.
I love the prophet with all my heart. I want the opportunity to
personally look after the prophet. I
want to be that man. I’ve put it just one place above the nursery on my list of
what I yearn for in my search for happiness.
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