Today, on my way to the temple, I was listening to the Janice Kapp Perry song, "Army of Helaman", sung by what sounded like a choir of missionaries from the MTC. All of a sudden, I saw my grandsons, dressed in white shirts and ties with missionary name plates on their pockets. And it made me cry. These young men have been saved for these latter days. They have been born of goodly parents. They are being taught and will be prepared to take the gospel to all the world. And I am so very proud of them.
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