
I remember my freshman year at BYU. The Prophet of our church, President Gordon B. Hinckley, was going to speak at a devotional. We all lined up hours before in the freezing cold to get through the door first and get good seats. It was a scene of chaos and commotion outside the doors. My friends and I were lucky enough to gets seats right on the floor, so close, that we felt like we could reach out and touch the podium. I will never forget the rush of feelings that came over me as I saw our prophet walk through the door. We all stood and sang "We Thank Thee, Oh God, for a Prophet." The words rang so true to me and tears welled up in my eyes. I felt his love. I felt his pureness. I felt his strength. He was not a man of big stature, but he always taught us to "stand tall." He stood tall in everything he did in his life. What an amazing man. The world is a better place for having him on this earth. When I learned of his passing, oddly, I didn't feel much sorrow. I felt peace. I know that the heavens are rejoicing as he is reunited with his wife and those who came before him. I am thankful for this wonderful man. He will be missed.
