Our home teachers that meant something to us were the ones that always came and gave a spiritual lesson. It helped that they wanted to know about how we were doing first. Each one of us. The most important things about our home teachers were the ones that knelt with us in prayer and volunteered to pray, when they did, they prayed for us and for our needs. I never got up from sharing those prayers on our knees with them without having our hearts touched and our lives uplifted. It was always a tender thing. I can remember the home teacher that always came with a Book of Mormon Story for the kids, and they were enthralled. I loved it when our home teachers always were there when we needed extra care and blessings (like before surgery and when a child was sick or leaving home for a reason.) It wasn’t necessarily the amount of visits to our home that we had, but the quality of their visit, the concern and love that these were men that were a support to our spiritual and physical welfare.

    We had a nice man who visited us a few years back who was our home teacher for a short time. He remembered birthdays and made it a point to have something of interest to our 3 boys. I thought that was exceptionally nice and we felt he really cared about our family.

    One of the best home teachers we had took care to find out the interests of our children. He would bring special things for them, which showed us he really cared about them. We look forward to his visits.

    Our best home teacher was our Bishop! He was young (age 32), but he also had little children and understood them. He would come and visit with EVERYONE, not just my husband and I. He would talk to each child—maybe just a comment or question or two. And he had a brief message for them too. He came every month.

    Years ago, our family consisted of teenagers down to very young children which presented a challenge to any home teacher. For years we had a home teacher who came faithfully every month. The children actually looked forward to his visit because each time he came he had a small game or something of interest to show them. One time it would be woodcarving; another time the Japanese art of folding paper. He kept each age and attention span in mind and made it interesting for each of them. Afterwards he would give a short gospel lesson and would be on his way. Sometimes he would bring something special for one of them. He always remembered their birthdays. It was fun, interesting, with a gospel message. Even though he is now quite advanced in age and not very active and has not been our home teacher for years, he is still voted the best home teacher ever by all of our kids now grown and married.

    We’ve seldom had really good home teachers. Our best home teacher was our Bishop! He was young (age 32) but he also had little children and understood them. He would come and visit with EVERYONE, not just Karl and I. He would talk to each child—maybe just a comment or question or two. And he had a brief message for them too. He came every month.