I’m writing a church talk and in my research I came across a fabulous article about personal ministries. The author speaks of finding our own ministry, one that goes beyond assignments and becomes part of our day-to-day living, a part of our very nature and being. Part of this personal ministry involves listening to the promptings of the Holy Ghost; promptings that lead us to where God would have us serve.
In the article is a tender account of how one individual heeded just such a prompting:
“We fly quite a bit, and [for one flight] when we got our boarding passes, we had been upgraded to first class. This has never happened before, and may not again, but it was a little exciting. As I was getting on the plane, I saw to my left a young woman in military uniform. The thought immediately came to me, “You need to give her your seat.” It was quite a strong impression, and one I could not ignore. So, not being totally obedient, I went to my seat and put my bag down and sat down. I could not sit there, though, and I walked back to talk to the stewards. I told them I wanted to give my seat to someone I had seen while getting on. Then I went back to get my bag. . . . About halfway through the flight this young woman came back to my seat and thanked me. . . . She kept calling me ma’am and telling me how grateful she was for this kindness. Then she handed me a little piece of paper and walked back to her seat.
The note said, “Ma’am, I just wanted to say thank you so much! You helped me out in my hour of need. This soldier is forever thankful for your kindness. I am heading home to attend my mother’s funeral. She passed away yesterday in a car accident. I thought God left me and punished me for something, but through this He gave me an angel to help my travel. Thank you. Here is a little something that helped me out. Now I’m passing it to you.” Enclosed with the note was a little metal cross that said, “God loves you.”
The letter concludes:
I am so grateful that I listened to the Holy Ghost and acted on that prompting. I don’t know her name or where she was going. I really only know that she was a soldier. But I know that Heavenly Father knows her name and where she was going and that she was hurting. He wanted her to know that He loves her and was comforting her at this difficult time. I know that Heavenly Father loves me, too, and that He trusts me. It was such a simple thing to do. I guess that is what most service is—very simple things.”
As I continue to grow in my spiritual practice I have renewed my commitment to follow promptings, to minister as Christ did, to “to bear one another’s burdens, that they may be light; . . . and . . . mourn with those that mourn; . . . and comfort those that stand in need of comfort.” (Mosiah 18:8–10; emphasis added.)
To me, that’s an authentic practice.
How have you heeded a prompting?