1987
    The High Priests’ Compassionate Service
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    “The High Priests’ Compassionate Service,” Ensign, Aug. 1987, 40

    The High Priests’ Compassionate Service

    Sometimes in our church we think only of our dear sisters offering and doing compassionate service. But it is the high priests in our ward who have served our family.

    One day, without warning, my husband suffered a stroke that paralyzed his left side. He spent two and a half months in the hospital, and when he came home, I had round-the-clock responsibility for his care. Other members of our family, who live many miles away, called and wrote letters filled with kind words of encouragement, but it was impossible for them to help care for him.

    My husband had been home only a day when our home teacher, Cliff Barton, stopped by to see how the high priests in our ward could help. We decided that my getting out for a few hours weekly would be the best therapy for both my husband and myself.

    Since then, loving and caring high priests have come to stay with my husband for a few hours each week. They have brought spiritual and intellectual enlightenment through sharing magazine articles, stories, humor, and companionship.

    Men we knew only casually are now dear friends because they have given of themselves in precious service to us. The first Monday of every month, without fail, the telephone rings; at first it was Brother Barton and now is Brother Lyon wanting to know my schedule for the month so he can arrange the visits.

    These men are wonderful, caring, and tender. Their cheery visits have made the long, cold winter days shorter, the dull days brighter, and the sunny days more brilliant.

    There’s no question that in my ward, the brethren know how to serve.