(One of the missionaries in my classroom captured this photo of me while teaching.)
One of my favorite jobs ever was when I had the opportunity to be a teacher
at the LDS Missionary Training Center in Provo, Utah
while I was a student at BYU.
(It was over 30 years ago.)
It is hard to describe the experience.
For five days each week I was able to spend four hours a day
away from the stresses of school work, roommate drama,
relationship concerns and world news.
I was able to step into a place I called
The University of the Spirit.
Being around these newly called missionaries of
was such a blessing in my life.
Some came into my classroom very well prepared and eager to learn,
some not so much.
But each young man and young woman who came through those doors
had one thing in common:
They loved the Lord and His Gospel of Peace
and they desired to share it with others.
My cup was filled to the brim each day as I taught them and they taught me.
It became more than a job to me.
I will cherish that time forever.
If you see any of our 84,000+ missionaries serving throughout the world
please be kind to them.
They are sharing goodness on their own dime and their own time.