Years ago I was in a singles ward with the Dream Team of Bishoprics. They were amazing men and we all loved them dearly. One of the counselors was a man named Walt Christensen. He lived in the valley, but had a ranch up in the mountains. He was gruff and tough and tender and kind, all at the same time. He was shorter in stature but at 65+ years old could probably still work harder than most half his age. He allowed us to use parts of his ranch for girls camp. He was always checking on widows around the valley. He oozed generosity and charity and always carried a spirit about him that made you want to step up. He was smart as a whip and had a fun sense of humor.
I met with him one night to receive a new calling for my ward. As I came into the office to meet with him, he greeted me with his warm smile and gentle handshake. He offered me a seat and we exchanged some small talk. He suggested we open with prayer. I agreed. (here comes the moment I'll never forget...) He asked if I would like to kneel while he offered the prayer. Being as I was in a dress and had never had anyone suggest that before, I politely declined. He smiled and said "Ok Aim, but I hope you don't mind waiting a minute while I do." This small, older man then took his time, checking his balance on his desk, knelt down in humility to offer a short, quick prayer on behalf of both of us. At the time I remember feeling awkward and embarassed that I hadn't done the same thing. Yet Bro Christensen said nothing of it. Just went about his business with the Lord in a humble way.
So on those nights when I'm too tired, too weary, too achy, and let's be honest, too lazy, to kneel down, Bro Christensen always comes to mind and I know what I should do.
1 comment:
What a tender illustration of teaching by example.
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