Conference moments: Overwhelming
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On a sun-splashed Sunday morning, April 1, cars lining the streets around the Conference Center paused for crowds that pulsed over crosswalks toward the building. When an officer ignored one line of cars throughout a traffic cycle, horns beeped gently, like lambs bleating. Throngs continued to press along the sidewalks, passing people in Sunday dress with signs beseeching extra tickets.
Long lines stretched away from doors at the center. In one line, as 9 a.m. came and went, youth began to read on their tickets, "This ticket may be invalid after 9:00 a.m." and wondered if they would still be able to enter. The line moved slowly but steadily forward and they entered with visible relief.
One young woman, who had been within for some time, Izaria Selsayed, sat in awe of her surroundings. She and her mother, who already were Christians when converted to the Church three and a half years ago in London, England. Now they had saved up and come to Salt Lake City for conference.
Izaria studied the General Authorities as they came in, recognizing them from the pictures she had seen. When the First Presidency entered, and the congregation stood in respect, she watched transfixed as President Gordon B. Hinckley came into view. This was the first time she had seen him. He held a program from "Music and the Spoken Word" in his hand. He smiled and with the program still in his hand, waved to the vast, capacity congregation to be seated. She sat, not taking her eyes off him.
At the conclusion of the session she was still watching as he left the room.
"It was overwhelming to be in the presence of President Gordon B. Hinckley," she whispered. "It was overwhelming."
She and her mother exchanged glances without speaking.
"I hope I can come again," she whispered. — John L. Hart
