Last Sunday, I passed the sacrament for the first time in many years.
Like Joseph of Arimathea, who carried Jesus’ body from the cross, I carried his body and blood to people in the congregation. I watched as each person took the sacrament. I was filled with a sense of the love our Heavenly Parents have for each individual. I saw each person connect—in her or his own way—with that love.
It was a wonderful privilege to assist in the process, even in a small way. I am so happy this opportunity to bless others’ lives is available to men of all ethnic backgrounds. I look forward to the day when it will be available to our sisters as well.