January 29, 2008

Death of a Prophet

I rode in an elevator with President Hinckley once. I said hello as he entered, and he returned my sentiment. The man barely came up to my chest, yet he was one of the greatest men I ever knew. I am one of the lucky ones of these few generations that get to call Gordon B. Hinckley "my prophet." I am sad to see him go, but only because he inspires me to be better. Even in death he inspires me, because I know he was serving the Lord until the very last. I hope to do the same.

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