Camille Gamboa

I love teaching.  I love helping people to open their minds to something new, or grasp a concept, or develop a skill.  I particularly love teaching the gospel.  My spiritual knowledge is my most prized possession, and I love sharing it and helping others to find the same joy it brings me.

I didn't always feel that way.  When I was young, I had debilitating physical symptoms of nervousness every time I stood up to speak publicly.  Sometimes I felt the nerves were under control, and even felt confident and looked forward to speaking--and then inevitably, the moment I started I would turn bright red and start shaking and crying.  It was awful.

Then as a Laurel I was asked to speak at Stake Conference in front of thousands of people.  I really wanted to do a good job and have a good experience, so I prepared and prayed like crazy, pleading for God to help me to overcome my nerves and deliver a message that would be of help to someone.  The talk went great, and began the series of events that led me to appreciate the awesomeness of teaching the gospel.

By the time I served a mission in Chile, I enjoyed teaching, and had begun to recognize the power of a teacher's influence on others.  However, it wasn't until I met my friend Camille Gamboa that it really sunk in.

Hermana Gamboa's reputation preceded her.  One of the first things I heard from my Mission President's mouth on my arrival to Chile was praise for Hermana Gamboa's recent achievements.  She was well-known in the mission for her successes, which I won't get into now--since the point of this post is to thank her, not embarrass her to death.  In the second area of my mission she and I and our companions shared a house.  We got to be great friends.  I will never forget how much I enjoyed jogging with her each morning.

One day she was asked to give a talk in Sacrament Meeting.  I don't remember what it was about.  I remember the fire in her eyes and the love in her expression as she poured out her heart to the members of the San Javier branch.  I remember looking around at a room full of engaged, concentrated faces.  I remember feeling that for a moment she had succeeded in touching their souls and inspiring them to fight for a better life and a better world.

How often as members of the Church do we groan when asked to give a talk or a lesson?  How often is our goal simply to get through it with as little discomfort as possible?  I realized on that day what a mistake this is.  No opportunity to teach in the Church should ever be taken lightly.  Every lesson has the potential to change someone's life.  I determined on that day, as I listened to Hermana Gamboa's talk, that I would not be content with mediocrity in my own teaching efforts.  I would do everything in my power to seize each opportunity to provide the answer to someone's prayers.  I'm grateful to Camille for teaching me that lesson, and I'm grateful to God for placing her in my path.