Still, he kept a stone face, unmoved and strong.“Very good,” he continued. He had no idea what path he was walking down, but knew that it wasn’t one he could willingly or pleasantly steer off from.“Yes, sir,” Elder Jones replied.President Lewis looked him in the eyes.He was observant and intuitive, seeing the shaking in the boy’s hands and the hearing the uneasiness in his voice.
He was curious, for sure, but more nervous than anything else. The boy knew what he should say, but it was fundamentally inadequate.He was told of the Order, the secret power of sex and its place in the higher priesthood, but it still seemed elusive and opaque. His soft voice seemedto echo in the old, wood office, reverberating all around, shaking up everything as it moved-including Elder Jones.The young missionary was perspiring already, feeling his tie tighten around his neck, his scalp tingle as sweat beaded out of his nervous body. “Do you know why you’re here?”President Lewis’ words cut through the heavy silence like a knife.
