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Author’s Note: With this article we are beginning a series on Meridian called Tender Mercies. It is about those moments or times in our life when we have felt the Lord’s hand. It can be small or big, a touch on the shoulder that says “I’m here,” or a nudge from the Spirit that gives us a sudden impression or feeling of being loved. We invite our readers to submit their stories to maurine@ldsmag.com  These can be big or small. You can submit something simple or complex, but it should be about a time where you felt a special gift of divine love. 
As neighbors in our ward, we shared an evening like this a few days ago, and our feelings were deeply touched by how good the Lord is to each of us. Please share your own story. In some ways it is part of giving gratitude for the blessing received to share it with others. We hope to hear from you soon.  
Today I share my own love letter from the Lord. 

Priscilla Sampson-Davis was probably surprised to have me, an unknown woman from America, throw my arms around her and say, “You don’t know me, but you rescued me one day when I really needed it.” 

I didn’t mean it lightly, and she wouldn’t have remembered a rescue.  We had, in fact, always been half a world apart, never crossing paths until I met her at the temple dedication in Ghana.  I could hardly believe what I was hearing,  “You are Priscilla Sampson-Davis.  I know you.  I have known you a long time.”

In that mysterious way that strangers can help each other and small moments cast their light upon all of life, she had touched me on a very dark day .

One Sunday years ago, in that dim world somewhere between winter and spring, I hit one of the lowest ebbs of my life.  Trials had piled upon me like waves of the sea, not allowing me to catch breath before the next one came, toppling me to the sand and filling my mouth with seawater so that I felt I was drowning.

I couldn’t see a front on my life that hadn’t been assaulted with what seemed like insurmountable difficulty.  Even close friends had started to say that surely enough must be enough.  Then, just when I felt I had all I could ever handle, something more happened, the worst yet, and whatever bit of life and hope I had mustered seemed to be ebbing away.  The future looked grim; I was frightened, my sense of hope dried up like a moth on the window frame.

In that state I walked into Sunday School and sat on a vacant chair next to our friend Don Van Slooten, one of the world’s true gentlemen.  Nothing outward gave away my state of mind.  I had no sagging shoulders or drooping face.  To the casual observer, I was just another person in the class, but inside I was sinking, sinking.

A Heartsick Missionary

The bell rang, the class members began to leave, and unbidden Don turned and began telling me a story. He did not know why the memory came to him, why he started telling me this event from long ago.  Yet, as soon as he started talking, I knew.

God sometimes answers your pleas for help in invisible ways, like a silent hand upon your shoulder, a waft of light across your heart, a moment of sudden clarity.  It is subtle. Sometimes, however, his interventions are direct and tangible and so evident you can remember it years later.   The blessing for me that day was as direct and obvious as if God had sent an angel.  In fact, I knew he had. 

This is the story Don told me.  In 1963, he had been a young mission president in the Netherlands and on one busy morning at 7:45, he received a frantic call from an elder who said that his companion, Elder Mel Springer, had quite suddenly, early in the morning while his companion showered, packed his bags and left their boarding house.  The elder had no clue where Elder Springer had gone, only that he had been discouraged lately and wanted to go home.  He had taken one bicycle and locked up the other, so his companion could not follow him. 

Immediately, Don canceled his interviews for the day, jumped in his car and drove from one train station to another, asking everyone if they had seen a young missionary who had purchased a ticket.  Nobody had.  Next, praying fervently, he tried the airport and then the police station, his worry growing. At the same time, his two assistants went to the train station in Utrecht.  “Had somebody, anybody seen a young man in a white shirt with a missionary badge purchase a ticket?” 

At last, somebody remembered.  They had seen him.  He had purchased a ticket to Paris.  “Did the train have any stops along the way?” the assistants asked. “Oh yes.  One in Rotterdam.”

The assistants drove break neck to Rotterdam and-though it was like finding a needle in a haystack–they found Elder Springer in the station there on a stop between trains.  Back in the mission office talking to President Van Slooten, Elder Springer broke into tears.  He was so discouraged.  The Netherlands was a difficult place to preach the gospel.  The people didn’t respond.  Other problems were mounting in his heart.

Emotional Burden

Don considered Elder Springer one of the finest missionaries that he had.  He had never shown any indication before of despair.  What’s more, Don had a special affinity for him.  Not only had his older brother Raymond been one of Don’s missionary companions, but he knew that his mother was a widow with three sons -and his father’s dying wish was that all of them would serve missions. His mother was supporting him on this mission by working in a factory.

It would be a terrible  emotional burden for Elder Springer to go home with his mission unfinished, one that he might carry his whole life.

If there was any way to change Elder Springer’s mind, President Van Slooten wanted to do it.  Don invited the young elder to ride with him to Arnheim where he needed to visit a family.  It gave them a chance to talk for miles of highway, and as Don drove he had a prayer in his heart.  For quite some time as the odometer marked off the miles, Don did not make any headway with the sad young man.  “I just kept finding another road to turn on even if we had to crisscross the country several times so we could continue to talk, hoping that I could talk him into staying.”  Finally, after pouring his heart out, Elder Springer agreed to stay.

One More Door

Not long after, when he was out tracting, Elder Springer and his companion decided to knock on one more door at the end of long day.  To his surprise he was greeted by an African woman whose hair was tied back in a bright bandana.  It was Priscilla Sampson-Davis, who was living in Holland since her husband was working with Philips Electronics Company.  Elder Springer noted that her colorful dress was a contrast to the the usual garb of the people in the country, but he greeted her in Dutch and began giving her a “door approach”.

She interrupted in perfect English, saying that she was interested in their message, but she had little time since she was leaving for Ghana the next morning.  They gave her a discussion on the Book of Mormon with flannel strips, and then she said she had a great desire to read the book.  Since they didn’t have an English copy with them, they rushed back to their apartment and got one for her.  Elder Springer said, “When I gave her the book, I slipped in my missionary card that had the Articles of Faith printed on the back.”

Pleading Letters from Ghana

Priscilla Sampson-Davis in Ghana.

About a month later to his delight, Elder Springer received a letter from Priscilla in Ghana, asking for more copies of the Book of Mormon.  He had not supposed that this copy would take any more root than all the others he had given away, but she had read it, loved it and wanted more!  These were for the principal of the high school where she worked and two of her friends.  He gladly sent the books and included a pamphlet on the Prophet Joseph Smith.

Now the letters kept coming from other Ghanaians, all addressed to Elder Springer.  Friends and their friends wanted more of this precious gospel information.  Their letters said things like this one from T.A. Addison:

“My dear Christian Friend,

“Please, you will be surprised to hear that I have lovingly glanced at your wonderful book entitled “Book of Mormon” from a lady Christian friend and in fact, to say the truth, the book has wonderfully convinced me really that I should get a copy with me and please, I beg your pardon to fall on your knee so as you try and oblige me a free copy of such wonderful book for my use.  Thank you dear friend.”

Later, T.A. Addison wrote his thank you’s:

“I longed for that your wonderful book and the Lord has directed one to me joyfully.  Many thanks unto his name.

“Again, you said in your letter that if I would like to receive more literature about your religion, you would be glad to send some to me and please, I beg say, I am ready to accept it joyfully. 

Priscilla clings to that original copy of The Book of Mormon she received.

“Please, in the mean time, my dear brother, my nephew the reverend and my friend has asked me to send their names and addresses to you so that you keep them and any time you get a stock of Book of Mormon, you send them copies if possible.

Remember this is now 1964, the year that Joseph W.B. Johnson and the other Ghana gospel pioneers first found the gospel literature, hungrily devoured it, and started their congregations proclaiming themselves “The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.” Certainly a good portion of that was coming from Elder Springer who had once been so discouraged.  In response to the letters from Ghana, Elder Springer said, “I gladly sent eight copies of the Book of Mormon, three copies of Principles of the Gospel, and three copies of A Marvelous Work and a Wonder.

Each copy of the Book of Mormon was passed from hand to hand, read and cherished by many people. In a country scant on gospel literature, they were the equivalent of a city library. Certainly they played a significant role in the spontaneous generation of the Church in Ghana.  Those 1,000 people who had been waiting for 14 years for the Church to come received their first information from somewhere.

Don said, “I would like to trace what happened to each of those 8 copies of the Book of Mormon. Maybe they were like that single copy Samuel Harrison Smith gave to John Green in the first days of the Church that brought so many people to the gospel including Brigham Young and Heber C. Kimball.”

Finally, Elder Springer was receiving so many requests for information that when Elder Mark E. Peterson visited the mission, he volunteered the International Mission of the Church to take over the job to save the young missionary the expense.

God’s Intimate Knowledge

In the Sunday School room that morning listening to Don’s story, I started to cry and so did he.  Our ward members emptied out;  we could hear the lessons from Priesthood and Relief Society meetings begin and then end.  Someone in leaving had flipped off the light, so the room was dim, but oh, such light began to burst upon my soul.

“I always felt,” Don said, “that Satan had tried to discourage Elder Springer so he would not be there to give that Book of Mormon to Priscilla Sampson-Davis.  Look at all that came from it.”

Rarely have I felt more personally picked out for a heavenly gift when I needed it than in hearing that story that morning.  Elder Springer had been so terribly discouraged, he felt there was no moving forward. I was in similar shoes. Satan had been beating him up to keep him from a marvelous blessing. Perhaps I was being beaten for the same reason. That thought filled my soul with hope. My angel, Don Von Slooten, had told me the very story I needed to hear, the very story God knew would bless my trampled heart at that time. It was a love note directly from heaven with His signature upon it.

I felt that God knew my soul, that with billions of children to care for he still knew the breaking heart of one and came with a direct blessing for me.  I had called out “Lord” and he had answered, “Here am I.”  I will always remember

Priscilla Sampson-Davis was among the first baptized in Accra when the first two missionary couples arrived in Ghana in 1978.  She had a significant dream where she felt commissioned to translate the Hymns and the Primary Songbook into Fante, Ghana’s pre-eminent tribal language so that the uneducated could join in the singing.  Then, in reading the Ensign one day about the translation of the Book of Mormon into Hawaiian, it came to her that she should translate it into Fante.  She went on to also translate the Doctrine and Covenants, the Pearl of Great Price, the missionary discussions and much more. 

With her work of translation she has opened the gospel door for thousands who other wise would be left out only knocking.

A meeting I will never forget.

It is a good thing Elder Springer left her a Book of Mormon that day.  When he did he blessed her life, but all these decades later, he also blessed mine.  I needed help one Sunday morning and God sent Don Van Slooten, Melvin Springer and Priscilla Sampson-Davis to my aid even though none of them knew they had been commissioned to help.

Meeting her in Ghana, my blessing came full circle. It was for me another touch from the Lord, another whisper that said “Ask and ye shall receive. I hear you when you call.”

When I threw my arms around Sister Sampson-Davis with heartfelt love, it was the expression of another love.  God knows his children.