I am sorry that I put Spencer’s post in the comment section. This post brought tears to my eyes as I thought about the love Pres. Kimball had for all of father’s children. When Pres Kimball went anywhere, on a bus, plane etc.. he would stand at the front and greet everyone with a hug and a kiss and ask how they were doing.
Thank you Spencer for this wonderfulpost that applies to all of us.
Shayne, Thank you for taking up the cross. I first met Spencer W. Kimball while serving a mission is England. He was a member of the quorum of the twelve at this time. There I had the wonderful opportunity and blessing of singing in a mission conference, in which he was presiding. After I sang,” God so loved the world”. I started to return to my seat and he motioned me to come over to where he sat on the stand. Thinking he was going to thank me for the musical number I had just participated in. He took my hand and instructed me to sit next to him through out the remainder of the meeting. There I sat, a young missionary with a prophet of the Lord Jesus Christ beside me holding my hand and commenting to me about the proceedings of the conference in that famous Spencer W. Kimball gravelly wispered voice, I was informed that day, through the spirit of the Lord that he who sat beside me was and is a Prophet of the Lord. This experience changed my young life. I felt the keys and power of a Prophet of the Lord course through me as they were transferred hand to hand, arm to arm as I sat in such close proximity of the Lord’s anointed. I have worked at felling this same confirmation regarding every other prophet sustained since this time.
Many years later we bought a home in President Kimball’s neighborhood. One fall day while I was outside raking leaves in my front yard, he was walking with church security up out street. His morning constitutional, he reffered to it. He saw me, came over and gave me one of those Spencer W. Kimball hugs. They are close, very close! Tender, very tender. And L O N G very long. He pulled me back from himself a little, our noses almost touching. He kissed me on the neck. I being more than a head taller than he. He did not ask me, “how are you”, he just looked deeply, searchingly into my eyes and informed me how I was. I thanked him for coming over and said to him, “President Kimball you have always been my hero. I want to grow to be just like you!” or something to that effect. He then held me back from himself, arm to shoulder length and said, Calling me by name,” The Lord does not need another Spencer W. Kimball. He has one of those already. But He does need you to be the best (Spencer) that you can be.” These words ran through me like lightening, gentle however incriminating, as though the Lord himself had spoken them. Shayne, the Lord does not need another John Pontius, He already has one of those and a man like John is hard to find and only comes around once in a life time. A man of his type and faith will not pass this way again. But you need to be the best Shayne that you can be. You will do just that. May He put words in your mind and in your heart that we will all learn from and may John be permitted to assist you from his resting place on the other side. For the other side is so very close. It is so very intimate, and when it has cause to call our name and it will call to everyone who will diligently seek after it, this only happens after the trial of our faith. For He will have a tried people! Fair thee well John. You are and have been the best of brothers!!!!! With Love and admiration, (Spencer)