Twenty-one
years ago last April, I came for the first time to the Salt Lake
Tabernacle for a general conference of the Church. I was awed by the
immensity of the building, but even more by the room-filling presence of
the General Authorities who were assembled there.
In my
growing-up years, many of them had visited our small branch in Montana.
We had no television, nor could we receive conference on the radio. So
we looked forward to each visit as a special blessing. They had, it
seemed to me, a power and faith above other men.
Then on an April day 21 years ago, I discovered one source of a General Authority’s strength.
I was
seated with the six children of Elder Ezra Taft Benson, one of whom was
my college roommate. My interest heightened when President McKay arose
and announced the next speaker. I watched respectfully as Elder Benson,
whom I had not yet met, walked toward the microphone. He was a big man,
well over six feet tall. He was a man with a Ph.D., a man
internationally known as the United States Secretary of Agriculture and a
special witness of the Lord, a man who seemed serene and sure, one who
had addressed audiences throughout the world. Suddenly a hand touched my
arm. A little girl leaned toward me and whispered urgently, “Pray for
Dad.”
Somewhat
startled, I thought, “This message is being passed down the row, and I
am to pass it on. Shall I say, ‘Pray for Elder Benson’? Shall I say,
‘You’re supposed to say a prayer for your father’?” Sensing the
immediate need to act, I leaned over and whispered simply. “Pray for
dad.”
I watched that whisper move along the row to where Sister Benson sat, her head already bowed.
Many times
since that day I have remembered that message—Pray for Dad, the
patriarch of the home. Pray for him as he serves as district president
or home teacher. Pray for him when he becomes executive secretary of a
civic group, when his business flourishes, or when he takes a cut in
salary. Pray as he gives counsel in family
home evening. Pray for Dad who works long hours so that Jerold can go
on a mission and Diane can go to college. Pray for him as he speaks in sacrament
meeting or gives Mother a blessing that she might be made well again.
Pray as he baptizes William or gives a tiny, newborn baby a name and a
father’s blessing. And in the evening, should he come home tired or
discouraged, pray for him. Pray for Dad in all that he might do—the
small things and the great.
As years
have passed, general conferences have come and gone, and each time
President Benson has stood to speak, I have thought, “His children, who
are scattered across the continent, are united now in prayer for their
father.”
And I
have come to believe that the brief message that passed along the row
some 21 years ago is the most important message a family can share. What
extraordinary power and faith any man can have to meet the daily
challenge of his life if somewhere in the world his daughter or son is
whispering, “Pray for Dad.”
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