17 March 1999

(This entry was written by Elder Kenney)

Elder Kenney in front of the Albuera chapel.  (My camera tended to focus on everything except for the subject of the photo.)

Let it hereby be known by all nations, kindreds, tongues, and people that I, Elder Brent Allen Kenney, have been bestowed with the immense privilege and responsibility to write a few words unto the posterity of Elder Michael Bruce MacKenzie.  For nigh unto two months, I've been observing the general behavior and sundry idiosyncrasies of the aforementioned Elder MacKenzie, of which I shall now make a brief account.  With his rosy cheeks and healthy constitution, my first encounter with our subject was fraught with nostalgia as I remembered one of my favorite childhood Christmas poems.  After having my daydream shattered by realizing he wasn't Jolly Ol' St. Nick, I rebounded gracefully, and in little time I began to know the fabled Elder MacKenzie.

I find Elder MacKenzie to be a very genuine and considerate fellow.  With his dutilike Canadian pride and subtle comments, he has a unique way of sparking smiles on his cronies' faces.  Elder MacKenzie is a very even-tempered man who is slow to anger but quick to give courteous chuckles to my attempts, which I liberally call comedy.  Nevertheless, and notwithstanding, I see great opportunities for humble, Christ-like service as Elder MacKenzie progresses on his mission.  His objective is pure, his motives just, and he carries on without complaint or cutting remarks.  Dedicated, devoted, and determined, he forges ahead to bring his brothers and sisters to a better tomorrow.  This is Elder MacKenzie--the man we love.