I love my Sunday School class. I am really, really sad that one of the SS teachers, whose family is one of the stalwarts of the ward, is moving to the wilds of suburban Virginia. And his last lesson was, like the others, just wonderfully thought-provoking.
I'm too comfortably settled (read: lazy) to look up and link to the lesson, but it was ultimately about prophets, and Bro. D talked about how President Hinckley was "his" prophet, and that young people these days are big President Monson fans. I agreed and commented that GBH was also "my" prophet since he was president when I joined the church, and I have to work harder to appreciate President Monson, but the process of making the effort helps me learn as well. Other members of the class also talked about how they noticed this generational differences, and others still talked about how the Gospel, or the church as an institution, is more important than who is the prophet.
I was sitting behind mortuus during the discussion, so I'm sure she has even pithier observations than I do. "Dumbledore's man through and through," said Harry. "That's right."