Sermon Behind the Pulpit
Published in "The Ensign" Sept. 2013 p. 76
As my family sat a few rows behind the deacons one
sacrament meeting, all I could think about before the opening hymn was that one
of the 13 year old deacons had failed to properly tie his long tie and
correctly tuck in his wrinkled shirt. I thought someone should have helped him
out. After all, when passing the sacrament, deacons should be an example of the
Savior in action and dress.
The meeting proceeded, and I forgot about him. After the
deacons had passed the sacrament, the talks began. The second speaker was the
young man’s mother. She spoke of her conversion, of her trials growing up, and
of her struggles as a single mother. It was a wonderful talk that left her in
tears. She took her seat on the stand and continued to cry as the ward choir
gathered to sing.
Just then her son, with his crooked tie and untucked
shirt, stood and walked to the stand. He hugged his mother and crouched beside
her to comfort her. Tears came to my eyes as the scene played out before me; I
was touched beyond words. But then realization dawned, and I hung my head.
Sitting in my crisp double-breasted suit, with my perfectly tied tie and
polished black shoes, I realized I had truly missed something in preparing for
the sacrament.
The young man and his mother came down from the stand and
sat together as the choir began to sing. I sat there, unable to listen to the
music because the sermon taught by this deacon flooded my heart with a message
of Christlike charity.
He had performed his act with tenderness and care. There
was not the slightest sign of embarrassment on his young face—only pure love.
The subsequent messages over the pulpit that day were good, but I will always
remember the sermon behind the pulpit.
-The Feeble Soul
