He called me by name.

Today I read Joseph Smith's testimony of the Book of Mormon and how it came to be. There are many miraculous things that occurred. For one, having a messenger from God appear in your bedroom three times in one night would be considered quite miraculous. Being directed to the plates would be right up there as well. However, the sweet thing to me is the fact that Moroni called Joseph by name. Don't we all like to hear our name? When I hear my name by someone I love or respect – especially a revered servant of Heavenly Father like my Stake President, it is better than any term of endearment. I truly do look forward to the day when I hear the Savior call me by name and hopefully say “well done thou good and faithful servant”. To me, that will be nirvana.