When Sister Rosemary M. Wixom, the General Primary President, was here a
few weeks ago, I had the great blessing of witnessing her interaction with some
Tongan Primary children. About 60
of them sang to her in both Tongan and English, and she left the podium to go
down close to the children and spoke to them personally.
She spoke with a few children individually, asking for
responses to questions or for volunteers to tell her something important they
wanted her to know. She asked the
group some questions for the entire group to respond to, as well. She asked the children, “Raise your
hands to show me this – how many of you want to go back to live with your
Heavenly Father?” Of course, every
single hand in the little Primary choir went up.
Then she asked, “How many of you want to go there
alone?” No hands. The children just sat there. Sister Wixom let the silence sink in
for a few sentences, and then she turned to the adults in the room. “It is our job to live so that we can
go back to Heavenly Father WITH these children.”
Many years ago, I had a very cherished interchange with some
young students who exacted a promise of me to continue to live my life in such
a manner that I could help them.
Because of Sister Wixom’s visit, I had a second, with the Primary
children in my little ward.
Sister Wixom taught the children how to say “I will stay on
the path back to my Heavenly Father” in American Sign Language. They practiced it many times with her,
and she made points to the children and to the adults in the room each time
they practiced it. So a few days later in Sunday Primary, most of the older
children still remembered the signs, and we reviewed it together.
We practiced the signs, and we talked about how to stay on
the path. We talked about the
importance of obeying the commandments, and staying true to our promises and
covenants. And at the close of our
conversation, I looked at each child in the room, and asked, “Will you promise
me today that you will stay true?
Will you stay on the path?”
“Yes,” came the chorus.
“Even when it’s hard?” I asked.
“Yes,” came an even firmer reply.
“Even when you’re sad, or you’re angry, or you’re feeling
like no one loves you?”
“Yes, yes, yes.”
In return, I made a promise that I would remember their
names in my prayers. I told them
that if it was possible, I would like to come back to Tonga in 15 years and
find them being true to the gospel – serving missions, marrying in the temple,
serving responsibly in callings, helping others find a testimony.
I have two wonderful sons. I am not yet a grandmother, but I have at least 50 souls to
pray for every night - among them the much-loved students who exacted my
promise those many years ago, and now, these precious Primary children. If the Lord will allow me to keep my
wits about me, these children will be in my prayers for many years to come. And praying for them will be my best
motivation to stay on the path, too.
I can only imagine how strong the spirit must've been both of those times. What an amazing experience for those children.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Heidi. It was amazing. I don't often tell the first story, but I will whenever I see you next. It's one of my pearls...
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