by Rene Allen
Elsewhere, he will be called a leader, the president, possibly even chairman of the board. We called him our prophet. Twice a year, we sustained him. We flocked to see him in person. We loved him. Today we will find ourselves pausing now and then, aware that Gordon B. Hinckley died last night.
I am going to miss his cheerful optimism and humor. I am going to miss his solid, unwavering testimony that we as a church are about the Lord’s work and that great things are in store for us. I will miss the inspiration I felt when I saw him move to the pulpit, open his notebook and conduct sessions of general conference. I will miss him.
I can imagine a reception in heaven, “We’ve been waiting for you, Gordon,” and those who might be there.
Our beloved prophet . . . We thank thee O God for a prophet . . . and for the one who will follow.