From The Mouths of Babes

Sean Moon* is 9 years old, legally bind, sharp as a whip (mentally), and unabashedly overactive. He is the son of a less-active family that I rather adore. And this weekend, he was baptized.

After several weeks of fun-filled lesson planning -- playing "president Monson says" to teach follow the prophet, walking through the Plan of Salvation in life size, and teaching chastity with a rather humorous but surprisingly effective turtle shell analogy --he finally took the dip that he has long been waiting for.

His father performed the baptism, and the ward members arrived in throngs  These two facts alone were miracles. "But where two things exist, there is greater above them still," says Abraham. and so it was with his baptismal service! His recently-baptized uncle gave a beautiful talk in which he amply quoted the Book of Mormon. Then 9 year-old Scott asked to give a few words at the pulpit, and he proceeded to instruct the group of adults and missionaries about the importance of studying the scriptures and the verity of the resurrection (this is significant to him because he is blind and dearly wants to see). He had the elders laughing and the old women crying! And, best of all, he taught them the doctrine of Christ from memory!! I couldn't be happier.

From the mouths of babes, indeed.