What looked like a Christmas Eve tragedy would actually become a lesson about the Savior for Elder Christofferson's wife, Sister Kathy J. Christofferson.
It was Christmas Eve of 1988. The telephone rang at 5:30 in the morning. Any call at that hour couldn’t be something good. I handed the phone to my husband, Elder D. Todd Christofferson, then the president of the Franklin Tennessee Stake. He hung the phone up after a brief conversation.
“That was the county sheriff,” he said. “He told me our stake center [some 10 miles from our home] has sustained some damage from a tornado, and he thought I might want to come down and assess the damage.”
I was surprised, as was he. There had not been any warning of one.