It was Friday, October 25th and Ben got a phone
call. It was Brayden Luke, the deacon’s quorum president. “Can Spencer give a
talk on Sunday?” I said I’d ask him. I went to the kitchen table where he was
doing homework. “Spencer, would you be willing to give a talk in church the day
after tomorrow?” Immediately my 12 year-old son froze and his countenance
changed. I knew why. Spencer was extremely bright and was the most obedient
person I know. But he had his limits, diagnosed with autism and A.D.H.D. at age
7, he had some trials and struggles that were unique to him. One of them was a
fear of speaking in front of large crowds. Still I talked to him about the
blessings of responding when we are called to help at church. That we should
always say “yes”. That it always works out. “So Spence, do you want to speak on
Sunday?”
After a long pause he answered, “Uhhh, not really,” in his
newly acquired deep voice. I tried to coax, persuade, and reassure him, but in
the end he declined. “What if we tell them that you’d be happy to do it, but
preferably with more advance notice?”
“Yeah, but when I do, can you come sit behind me?”
“Sure, Spence, I can do that.”
Our regrets were sent via Ben to the deacon’s quorum
president who found himself in a bind. Who would speak on Sunday? Big
step-brother Ben selflessly volunteered to speak in Spencer’s place.
The topic was discussed in detail as a family on a scenic
drive Friday night. “The atonement.” We tried as a family to make it personal
and make it real. Saturday night came and went with Ben becoming extremely sick
to his stomach. He was up all night. On October 27th, Sunday morning
came with Ben unable to get out of bed. Now we were in a bind.
I suggested we call the Bishop and cancel, I felt like that
was the only option left, but Alfonso felt like we should give it one more try.
He asked Spence if we wrote a talk for him, if he would be willing to go up and
read it into the microphone. We offered extra re-assurance and coaxing, and in
the end Spencer selflessly agreed to give the talk in Ben’s place. But with one
sweet condition, he wanted to help write the talk.
That Sunday morning, the clock never ticked so fast. Yet
somehow and rather peacefully, with Spencer’s help, a talk was written, edited,
approved and printed within minutes. A true miracle. We said goodbye to an
ailing Ben and rushed to church. The chapel was a bit chaotic with the previous
ward’s primary program practice going overtime. Yet the Young Men of our ward
were able to prepare the sacrament, and the organist and I were able to get
through the maze of children and get the meeting’s music ready.
5 minutes before the meeting began, and just moments after the primary rushed out, Dieter F. Uchtdorf walked in. I had to do a double take, but fortunately I was able to recognize him quickly and do my best to not get too star-struck. He approached the stand, shook the bishop’s hand, the counselors, and mine. WOW. It really was him! An apostle of Jesus Christ. A member of the the FIRST PRESIDENCY of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints! Here in our building. To worship with our small congregation. I exchanged a shocked glance with my husband and hid behind the organ while the organist and I, struck with amazement, got our bearings.
Spencer, was seemingly preoccupied with his impending talk
and came up to the stand to talk to me when President Uchtdorf reached out to
shake his hand. They shook hands and Spencer didn’t even look up. I took him to
the side and said, “Spencer, do you know who that is?” “No.” “That’s Dieter
Uchtdorf, of the First Presidency of the church! Do you recognize him from
conference?” “Really?” His face lit up, “Wow!”
Oh my goodness, Spencer’s talk! “You’re so lucky, you get to
give a talk today! I’ll sit behind you like we talked about. Don’t worry
Spence, just say a prayer and Heavenly Father will help you. It’ll be okay.”
The meeting began. Our bishop conducted and quite frankly
seemed nervous but collected. He announced President Uchtdorf as the presider
over the meeting. There was a tangible excitement in the air during the songs
and announcements. Spencer looked a little nervous as he helped pass the
sacrament and afterwards came to sit by me on the stand. I sensed his worry and
whispered to him, “How are you?”
“Scared.”
“Oh Spencer, is it because President Uchtdorf is here?”
“Yeah, that’s part of it.”
“Don’t worry, he’s just a man and an apostle of Jesus Christ.
Which means it’s just like the Savior is here. and HE LOVES you. Just think
about how much he loves you.”
He still seemed worried so I said, “Lets make a signal. You
go up and give the talk and if you have any trouble at all, and want me to
stand with you, all you have to do is turn around and look at me and I’ll come
up. Does that work?”
“Yeah.”
After the first youth speaker, it was Spencer’s turn. He started shaking and very slowly approached the microphone. The room wasn’t filled by any means, but he obviously felt the pressure of the crowd. I could see him struggling at the pulpit. Within 10 seconds he turned and made eye contact with me. That was our signal. My cue. I struggled for a split second. Should I go up? Or should I make him do it on his own? He’s 12 after all.
No. We had an agreement and that was my cue. I stood up,
walked to him and quickly put my arm around him and held him tightly. He still
couldn’t speak. With my arm around him, I asked him if he wanted me to start giving
the talk for him.
“Yeah.”
I started and improvised the wording a little, “Today. . . we would like to talk to you about the
atonement. First we want to discuss the meaning of the
word atonement. . . .”
With each word, I began to feel the spirit so strong. It was
unmistakable. I finished the paragraph and my eyes filled with tears. Spencer
gained courage and started reading the next paragraph. He was so, so brave. The
spirit continued to grow and while I absolutely love my son, I felt an even greater outpouring of love for the
courageous 12-year-old at my side. I could see through my cloudy teary eyes
others in the congregation wiping their tears away. I think everyone could feel
the Spirit’s presence that day.
Spencer finished his talk. It was followed by all of the
priesthood brethren singing, “Ye elders of Israel .” President Uchtdorf smiled
and turned around often to see them. They did a great job. There really is
power in the priesthood.
The two sister missionaries in our area spoke and finished
with extra time left in the program. Elder Uchtdorf then addressed us. He
talked about the musical # and how it reminded him of the small wards in Germany he’d
visit and that the whole congregation seemed to go up when the choir sang. He
commented on the other speaker sand how he appreciated the messages. And then,
he singled out Spencer.
“Spencer, you are a hero! What a remarkable and courageous
young man. To be willing to fill in for your brother last minute. Spencer, you
have been blessed with a handsome voice.
Continue practicing and you will one day be a great speaker.”
After the meeting, he greeted all who wished to shake his
hand. But when Spencer approached President Uchtdorf, he received a big hug. I
watched in amazement from the sidelines.
I’ll never forget the day he came to visit and bless us.

