Pres. Thomas S. Monson
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At times, performance of duty is not overwhelming. On occasion, however, it is downright overpowering.
"All of us have a solemn duty to honor the priesthood and labor to bring many precious souls unto the Lord."
The quest for lost sheep may not always yield immediate success. Progress can be slow — even indiscernible.
During World War II, as a teenager, President Monson served as the president of a teachers quorum. In that quorum was a young man, Fritz Hoerold, whom President Monson didn't see again until several years ago. Having learned that Fritz had not as yet been to the temple, President Monson wrote a letter encouraging him. Just a few weeks ago his wife, Joyce, passed away. Appointments were rescheduled, and President Monson was asked to be the final speaker at the service.
His concluding remarks were, "Fritz, my dear friend and fellow sailor . . . Now you must heed the call of the bos'n's whistle: 'All aboard — anchors aweigh — for your journey to exaltation. Joyce is there waiting for you . . . I will strive with all my heart and soul to make certain you won't miss the ship."
"Brethren, may we obey the couplet: Do your duty, that is best. Leave unto the Lord the rest."
