This morning in my study I found this:

"And the next day we that were of Paul's company departed, and came unto Caesarea:  and we entered into the house of Philip the evangelist, which was one of the seven, and abode with him.

"And the same man had four daughters, virgins, which did prophesy."  (Acts 21:8-9).

This caught my eye because I, too, am an evangelist, and I, too, have four daughters, and they, also, prophesy.  To prophesy does not mean to foretell the future, but to testify.  The Bible Dictionary says, "In a general sense a prophet is anyone who has a testimony of Jesus Christ by the Holy Ghost."  (pg. 709).

Yesterday we had the privilege of attending the baptism of our granddaughter, Heidi Sue Kerns, in Hermiston.  Little Heidi had asked her Aunt Heidi, after whom she was named, to be the speaker at her baptism.  I have probably heard hundreds of talks at baptisms, but Heidi's talk was the best that I've ever heard.  She approached her topic from entirely new angles and with thoughts that I've never had.  It was all about the importance of a name, and particularly about the importance of taking upon ourselves the name of Christ at baptism.

I was in awe as I listened to Heidi's prophecy or testimony.  She knew whereof she was speaking.  Little Heidi's non-member former teachers, who came all the way from Condon to attend the baptism, had to have been touched.

What my daughter Heidi did was the same thing that I have observed every one of my 10 children do.  Each of them is capable of grabbing the attention of a congregation, and of holding it, and of teaching with power.

I need here to also record what another of my children did yesterday.  It was Danny, and because of what he did, I didn't even get to see him.

Danny and his family were set to arrive on time to Heidi's baptism, when five miles from the chapel they passed an old man pushing his scooter and pulling his oxygen tank.  Danny hit the brakes, steered to the side of the road, and said, "Dang it, I've got to help that old man."

The battery of the old man's scooter had lost its charge.  The scooter was too heavy to load into the pickup.  Danny directed his family to go on to the baptism and to leave him, dressed in his suit, to push the old man's scooter home.  It required the entire time that we were at the baptism.

Back at the baptism my bishop son, Aaron, conducted the meeting dressed in white, and baptized and confirmed his daughter.  Heidi spoke, and Danny missed it all because he stopped on the road to Jericho to help the man in distress.

How very proud of his children is this evangelist.  Yesterday was a good day.

(Postscript:  I found out, after the fact, that another of my daughters, Ivy, was also the speaker at another baptism at the same time in another place.  She said, "I felt inspired to make the topic identity.  It is a change in identity to take upon us the name of Christ."  How interesting that both girls should receive the same inspiration.)