During a lunch-hour study session as a missionary, I was reviewing the fourth discussion. Silently I reviewed the questions we ask our investigators about the mission of the Savior. Suddenly, in the quiet of the moment, the roles seemed to change, and I became not the teacher, but the one being taught.
The experience was overpowering. Never before had the Savior’s Atonement been so real to me. At that moment, I knew the anguish of his sacrifice, and I felt encompassed by his love. I shall not fully comprehend in this life the marvelous gift the Savior offers us, but the power of that moment has sustained me. And I am filled with awe whenever I partake of the sacrament, the emblem of his gift of love, his gift of life.