Mary Jane’s Post to Spencer
Dear Spencer: The description of Jesus Christ being presented at the Conference Center fills my heart with the greatest joy every time I read it, and I always cry. It appears few people will get to attend this glorious conference, (certainly not me). I am therefore, beyond grateful, to have had the opportunity to read about it vicariously – like a little fly on the wall. Your whole book has filled me with faith, hope, joy, and anticipation. Thank you so much for sharing! I’m sure I’m not alone in saying: I have been waiting and longing for this kind of insight for a long time!
Spencer’s reply to Mary Jane
Mary Jane, The memory of all of this s like being held by Spencer W. Kimball in the post I made last week. When I think about it I can feel his arms around me. His head snuggling into my neck. I can feel his breath on my face and hear his voice in my ears. The twinkle in his eyes and the love that Spencer W. Kimball had for all he encountered is present with me as I recall it detail by detail.
Like wise the memory of this conference will not leave me. It seems to grow brighter every year. I can smell the mustiness of the conference center. The smell of all the attendee’s bodies in the room who were now wearing their best clothing because so much was lost or destroyed in the floods and earthquakes. I can feel the electricity in the air, the wonderful emotion present as we now were in the presence of Resurrected beings who were speaking to us, giving us kind direction and testifying to us of the truthfulness of all that the Prophets have written of about these days and times. We were in them, participating in the long- held understanding about the Latter days and all that was happening around us and would shortly come to pass. It was affecting every sense every part of our being. We were living it moment by moment, heart swell by heart swell. These days were spoken of for the rest of the time of the earth. Stories were told and testimonies were born of these moments, experiences and blessing which were poured out in rich abundance by the Father and the Son unto His church and people. To be in this place will not bring it to me more real nor will it confirm it’s reality to my heart any greater than it is now imprinted on the fleshy tablets of my heart. He will come to his people. He will also send them forth to testify of Him for the last time before the great and dreadful day of the Lord. He lives. He loves us and He will come to redeem His people.
I stil hear it in my ears. Feel it in my heart. Smell and taste it. (Spencer)