Ahoj!This week, our Prophet Thomas S. Monson passed away. That means that a new prophet will be sustained (a vote of support, not election) this upcoming April. In note of this, I choose to study some of Thomas S. Monson’s talks this week and came across a little message I’d like to share today.
In April of 1971, he gave a talk called “Lost Battalions” about how people in todays world, regardless of their situation, could be considered “lost” or in need of our help in some way. He shared a poem by Mary Dow Brine which reads:
The woman was old and ragged and gray
And bent with the chill of the Winter’s day.
The street was wet with a recent snow,
And the woman’s feet were aged and slow.
She stood at the crossing and waited long,
Alone, uncared for, amid the throng
Of human beings who passed her by
Nor heeded the glance of her anxious eye.
Down the street, with laughter and shout,
Glad in the freedom of ‘school let out,’
Came the boys like a flock of sheep,
Hailing the snow piled white and deep. …
[One] paused beside her and whispered low,
‘I’ll help you cross, if you wish to go? …
‘She’s somebody’s mother, boys, you know,
For all she’s aged and poor and slow.
And I hope some fellow will lend a hand
To help my mother, you understand,
If ever she’s poor and old and gray,
When her own dear boy is far away.’
And ‘somebody’s mother’ bowed low her head
In her home that night, and the prayer she said
Was, ‘God be kind to the noble boy,
Who is somebody’s son, and pride and joy.
This poem really meant a lot to me. After all, we are all mothers, fathers, sons, or daughters. We are all part of one enormous family. President Thomas S. Monson was a great example of going “to the rescue”, as the title of his biography suggests. As he went through life, he always listened to the promptings of the Holy Ghost and would reach out a helping hand to anyone who needed it. As I go about my day, I’m going to try more to be like that and see everyone as “somebody’s son”, “somebody’s daughter”, “somebody’s father” and “somebody’s mother”. Christ saw us, and loved us, perfectly in this way. As we try to be like him and bring joy to others, we will find joy ourselves. The only way up is together.
See you next week! Ahojťe!