Men of God.

The Priesthood. Something I swear I know much too much about, and yet at the same time know little to nothing about. Which, of course, is the paradox of most things in the gospel. You can always learn more. Today was, of course, General Conference. I am never disappointed in the content, but more than that, I am never prepared for the Spirit I feel when President Thomas S. Monson comes to the stand. What other man can be standing a thousand something miles away, and then transfered into a million pixels, and put onto a computer screen, and still have the Spirit so strongly with him, he can make a highly influenced girl of the world tear up? Today, he said "I love you." And I believed him. He really truly loved ME, as well as all of you, though I have never met him in my life. I felt he loved me. I know he does. After the meeting was over, he stopped, and talked with children, even giving one a high five, and buttoning the jacket of another. I had a huge smile as I watched him, and I could only imagine what the mothers of those kids were feeling. The prophet is indubitably a man of God, my friends, and there is no denying that, no matter what religion you come from. One of my greatest hopes in my life would be to one day shake the prophets hand, and get it on video camera so I can forever remember what it felt like to shake hands, though indirectly, with God.