By Sanoe Harrison
Branch President
The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints
When I was a very young bishop in 1950, there was a tap at my door and a good German brother from Ogden, Utah, announced himself as Karl Guertler.
He said, “Are you Bishop Monson?”
I answered yes.
“My brother and his wife and their family are coming from Germany. They are going to live in your ward. Will you come with me to see the apartment we have rented for them?”
On the way to that apartment, he told me he had not seen his brother for something like 30 years. Yet all through the holocaust of World War II, hi...
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