Consequently, when Clay Sannar spoke, unruly youth quieted and listened.
He knew when to give a hug and when to give a Priesthood blessing.
He carried the power of the spirit with him, Paite Henshaw, a friend of Sannar, said.
"On the Sunday he was killed, both my daughter and I had noticed him for some reason. We saw the attention he had paid the children when he went and talked to them in primary," she said. "He bore his testimony of the greatness of the church welfare program and became quite emotional about it on the stand in our combined Priesthood and Relief Society meeting. When he spoke, everyone listened — even the many young men in our ward, who normally joke around like most teens — were listening intently to him."
Looking back on that entire day, she said the bishop "seemed so in-tune with the ward members," exhibiting "something special."
Henshaw said Sannar loved children, his own and everyone else's.
"He was trying to talk my daughter, who just turned 18, to give the young single adult ward a try," she said. "He loved to talk with her, had a special place in his heart for all six of my children.