When the brethren approached me last week about the possibility of accepting a call as a member of the LDS Church’s Quorum of the Twelve Apostles, I gave them the appropriate answer.
It was easy. They didn’t just ask if I wanted to be an apostle. They insisted they had given it a great deal of thought and prayer, and Heavenly Father had confirmed it with undeniable signs.
I thought of the only sign that would have convinced me that it was God’s idea that I become an apostle — specifically that Sonny had been kicked to death at the dump by a mob of sea gulls.