The Utah Missionary’s Miraculous Encounter with a Fellow Saint

“I was traveling from Underwood to Omaha, and as I stepped into the car, I found it crowded. On turning to enquire of the conductor if there were vacant seats in the next car, a middle-aged gentleman with a courteous air arose and invited me to share his seat. I took the chair which was previously occupied with parcels and baskets. Then the gentleman enquired how far I was going. Unhesitatingly, I told him to Omaha. He then remarked, 'So am I; I have been in this country visiting relatives. I have come many miles to see them.' At this I grew interested and enquired which part of the Union he came from. 'My people here,' said he, 'do not belong to the Church and I have always been anxious to extend my knowledge of the gospel to them, so I came from Utah expressly to do so.' Strange that the one man in the car to make room for me should be a Mormon. I felt that the Lord had directed my steps, and I thanked Him for the privilege of meeting a brother in the faith, and for the comfort and strength his presence gave me.”

— Anonymous Utah missionary, The Young Woman's Journal