The Lord Jesus Christ said, “I am the good shepherd:

the good shepherd giveth his life for the sheep. ...

As the Father knoweth me, even so know I the Father: and I lay down my life for the sheep.” In the Greek

version of this scripture, the word for “good” also means “beautiful,

magnificent.” So today I wish to speak of the Good Shepherd,

the Beautiful Shepherd, the Magnificent Shepherd,

even Jesus Christ. In the New Testament He is called the Great Shepherd,

the Chief Shepherd, and the Shepherd and Bishop of our souls.

In the Old Testament, Isaiah wrote that “He shall feed his flock like a shepherd.” In the Book of Mormon, He is called “the good shepherd” and “the great and true shepherd.”

In the Doctrine and Covenants He declares: “Wherefore, I am in your midst, and I am the good shepherd.”

In our day, President Nelson has declared, “The Good Shepherd lovingly cares for all the sheep of His fold, and we are His true undershepherds.

Our privilege is to bear His love and to add our own love to friends and neighbors—feeding, tending, and nurturing them as the Savior would have us do.”

More recently, President Nelson has said, “A hallmark of the Lord’s true and living Church will always be an organized, directed effort to minister to individual children of God

and their families. Because it is His Church,

we, as His servants, will minister to the one just as He did.

We will minister in His name, with His power and authority, and with His loving-kindness.” Close quote.

When the Pharisees and scribes murmured against the Lord saying, “This man receiveth sinners, and eateth with them,” He responded by presenting three beautiful stories that we have come to know as the parable of the lost sheep, the parable of the lost coin, and the parable of the prodigal son.

It's interesting to note that when Luke, the gospel writer, is introducing the three stories, he uses the word parable in the singular,

not in the plural. It appears that the Lord is teaching one unique lesson with three stories,

stories that present different numbers— 100 sheep, ten coins, and two sons.

The key number in each of these stories, however, is the number one.

And a lesson we might take from that number is that you might be an undershepherd for 100 elders and prospective elders in your elders quorum or an advisor to ten young women or a teacher to two Primary children,

but you always, always minister to them, care for them, and love them one by one individually.

You never say, “What a foolish sheep.” Or

“After all, I do not really need that coin.” Or “What a rebellious son he is.”

If you and I have with us the pure love of Christ,

we as the man in the story of the lost sheep will “leave the ninety and nine ... and go after that which is lost until [until, until we] find it.”

Or as the woman in the story of the lost coin, we will “light a candle and sweep the house and seek diligently [diligently till, till,] till we find it.”

If we have with us the “pure love of Christ,”

we will follow the example of the father in the story of the prodigal son, who, when the son “was yet a great way off,

[he] saw him and had compassion

and ran and fell on his neck and kissed him.”

Can we feel the urgency and the heart of the man who lost only one sheep?

Or the urgency in the heart of the woman who lost just one coin?

Or the ineffable love and compassion in the heart of the prodigal’s father?

My wife, Maria Isabel, and I serve in Central America,

being stationed in Guatemala City.

There I had the opportunity to meet Julia, a faithful member of the Church.

I had the impression to ask her about her family.

Her mother died of cancer in 2011.

Her father had been a faithful leader in his stake.

Serving as a bishop and as a counselor to his stake president for several years. He was a true undershepherd of the Lord.

Julia told me of his tireless efforts to visit, to minister, and to serve.

He indeed rejoiced in feeding and tending the precious sheep of the Lord. He remarried and stayed active in the Church.

A few years later, he went through a divorce and now he had to attend church alone once again. He felt out of place,

and also felt that some people were critical of him because of his divorce.

He stopped attending church as a negative spirit filled his heart.

Julia spoke highly of this wonderful undershepherd who was a hard working, loving, and compassionate man.

I vividly remember that a feeling of urgency came to me as she was describing him. I just wanted to do something for that man,

a man that had done so much for so many throughout those years.

She gave me his cell phone number and I began calling him, hoping to have the chance to meet with him personally.

After several weeks and many, many phone calls without success,

one day he finally answered the phone.

I told him that I had met Julia, his daughter,

and that I was captivated by the way he had served, ministered, and loved the precious sheep of the Lord for so many years.

He was not expecting a comment like that.

I told him that I really wanted to visit with him eye to eye, face to face.

He asked me my purpose in proposing such a meeting. I replied,

“I really want to meet the father of such a wonderful lady.”

Then for a few seconds, there was silence over the phone.

A few seconds that seemed to me like an eternity.

He simply said, “When and where?” The day I met him,

I invited him to share with me some of his experiences visiting, ministering, and serving the precious sheep of the Lord.

As he was recounting some touching stories,

I noticed that the tone of his voice changed and the same spirit,

the same spirit he had felt so many times as an undershepherd came back.

Now his eyes were filled with tears.

I knew this was the right moment for me. But I found that I didn’t know

what to say. I prayed in my mind, “Father, help me!” Suddenly,

I heard myself saying, “Brother Florian,

as a servant of the Lord, I apologize for our not being there for you.

Please, forgive us. Give us another chance to show you that we do love you,

that we need you, that you are important to us.”

The following Sunday,

he was back.

He had a long conversation with his bishop and remained active.

A few months later, he passed away. But he had come back. He had come back.

I testify that with our Savior's help,

we can love His precious sheep and minister to them as He would.

And so there in Guatemala City, the Lord Jesus Christ brought back

one more precious sheep into His fold.

And he taught me a lesson on ministering that I cannot forget.

In the name of the Good Shepherd, the Beautiful Shepherd,

the Magnificent Shepherd, even the Lord Jesus Christ, amen.