[At least once a month, and sometimes more often, President George D. Durrant of the Kentucky Tennessee Mission from 1972 to 1975 would write a message to all of the missionaries. He called such messages 'Newsletters'. This is one of them.]

The assistants and I were driving north toward Nashville after having spent two days in Chattanooga. A carload of young men came up behind us rather rapidly and pulled alongside us. They looked over at us. We were dressed in our white shirts and ties. They were dressed differently. We thought at first that they were determined to cause us some trouble. But then they held up a book for us to see. We read the title Mormon Doctrine. Excitement filled both cars as we realized the great kinship that exists among Mormons.

Oh, it's great to be a Mormon! I don't believe any club or any group or any religion binds people together like our glorious Church. Go into a community as a stranger, meet another Mormon, and it's almost as if you're home again.

To be baptized and cleansed from sin; to dream of a temple marriage; to anoint with oil; to eat with a Mormon family; to read the Book of Mormon; to obey the Word of Wisdom; to hear the Brethren speak at conference; to be at a family home evening; to pay tithing; to fast and pray; to believe we lived as spirits before earth life; to know we can go back with our families to our Father in heaven; to have every thought tempered to some degree by the great revealed truths—all these things and a million more make me want to cry unto all: "I'm a Mormon. I'm so glad that I am. Come and join us. It's a fountain of living water. It quenches all thirsts."

We're called Mormons. But if people could see into our hearts, they'd see written there the name Jesus Christ. I guess that's why it's so good to meet another Mormon.