Wednesday, October 13, 2010

How the tables turn

I had two friends enter the Missionary Training Center today.  It's always bittersweet seeing a friend begin his or her journey, but it's often at times like this that poetry happens.

One of these new missionaries was a young man I had known in Texas.  My companion Elder Allred and I would take him to lessons with us sometimes when we served together in his ward.  Even back then I saw great things in the future of this boy's service to the Lord; he was a good help to us, and a good friend.

Today, Elder Allred and I were reunited with this young man to enjoy a final meal before he entered the MTC and started his own mission.  It was like old times--a sweet verse written first in the heart of Texas months ago. 

But this time the tables had turned; my companion and I were the members, and he was the missionary. 

God is the greatest of all poets.


Laughter-Loving Stacy said...

Indeed, he is. :)

The Warrior said...

I second the motion! (Er, wait, third it?)

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