As a family we decided to go down to President Hinckley’s viewing. I was able to go and see President Kimball’s viewing when he passed away. I wanted my children to go to the viewing of their first prophet.
We arrived today at 3:00 pm in downtown Salt Lake City. They were having us enter on the east side of the conference center. There were four lines and by the time we had gotten there the four lines were about 200 feet long. Once through the doors, we had to go through some medal detectors, then wind our way into the conference center. They placed us in a section and there we sat and waited for 2 hours and 15 minutes.
Our time came to see him. Having the enormous conference center full of people waiting can cause a lot of noise. They had Hinckley’s 95th birthday party playing the whole time. Though it was noisy, once you made it to the third floor and entered the hall of the prophets, the noise immediately went away and total reverence came over you. The spirit was so strong. He was surrounded by four body guards and two lines walking past him on the right and left. His casket was open and you could look unto him. He looked younger and peaceful.
It took us 3 hours and 5 minutes to see President Hinckley for less then 30 seconds. It was worth it.
The incredible thing was when we left the conference center, we exited on the West side. The line was now extended from the East side, all along the South side, all along the West side and ended somewhere on the North side. Those outside had at least a four to five hour wait to see him for a few seconds. It was now after 6:15 pm and my heart went out to them.
The Internet makes the world small
This morning my sister-in-law sent me an e-mail that was a forward, of a forward, of a forward. It was a poem written about President Hinckley. The coolest thing was at the end of the poem, I recognized the name of the author. It was written by one of my clients in North Carolina. I e-mailed her and she confirmed the poem was hers. She said that she wrote the poem the night she heard of Hinckley’s death and sent it only to her family. From there they sent it out to whom they knew and on and on until it reached me. It amazed me how the Internet can make the world so small.
Here is her poem. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.
Prophetic Passing
| I imagine he’s running to Marjorie now, |
| Yes, running, not waving his cane. |
| I see him embracing his father and mother |
| While they keep repeating his name. |
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| I see him now meeting his forebears, |
| Brother Brigham and Joseph are there. |
| Sweet reunion of prophets, united by service |
| That only such noble men share. |
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| I see him embraced by the Savior |
| While Father says, “Good and well done. |
| So faithful in stalwart endurance, I welcome |
| My noble, most excellent son.” |
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| I then hear the ripples of laughter |
| As he says the reception’s just fine, |
| But he hopes that he’ll get an assignment or two |
| Since there’s no need to waste any time. |
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| I hear his clear voice in the stillness |
| At the close of this sweet Sabbath day, |
| Have faith and move forward – there’s work to be done. |
| President Hincley would want it that way. |
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| Anna M. Molgard |
| January 27, 2008 |