Place of Honor

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“Place of Honor,” Friend, Oct. 1999, 39

Place of Honor

(A true story)

The fruit of the Spirit is love (Gal. 5:22).

When I was a little girl, I noticed that my grandfather kept a picture of a young man on his desk. The young man was not especially handsome, nor was he a relative that I knew of. I didn’t think that he was anyone famous, either, but I knew that he must be someone very important to hold such a place of honor. So one day I asked my grandmother, “Who is that man in the picture?”

My grandmother stopped dusting, and a tender smile lit up her face. She gently touched the frame and answered, “He is the missionary who taught Papa about the gospel.”

I wondered at the reverent expression in her voice. I knew that Papa had joined the Church many years ago, after he had married my grandmother. She had grown up in the Church.

But that was such a long time ago! I thought. And they still remember it!

Though my grandparents moved many times, they always took the picture with them. And they always placed it once again where they could look at it every day and remember lovingly the young man who cared enough to share some of his life and his testimony.

Several years ago, my grandparents passed away. I’m sure they took the picture with them in their hearts.

Illustrated by Scott Welty