I had to share this. The Savior came for all of us… but most especially for the misfits, the outcasts, the downtrodden, the unloved, and the hurting. The whole need not a physician, but those who are ill. My thanks to the author for such a comforting perspective.
When I went to school in Idaho I loved a certain spot in the Rexburg temple in the waiting area of the baptistry. Each time I went there I sat right there–in that same spot– just because of a certain picture.
It was a painting of the Savior holding a little black sheep, right beside the pew in the back. I would stare at it and think about everything that it meant to me. Essentially, it seemed that I was actually the one in the Savior’s arms in that picture.
The misfit.
