Description: “Do you know why you’re here?” President Lewis’ words cut through the heavy silence like a knife. His soft voice seemedto echo in the old, wood office, reverberating all around, shaking up everything as it moved–including Elder Jones. The young missionary was perspiring already, feeling his tie tighten around his neck, his scalp tingle as sweat beaded out of his nervous body. The boy knew what he should say, but it was fundamentally inadequate. He was told of the Order, the secret power of sex and its place in the higher priesthood, but it still seemed elusive and opaque. He was curious, for sure, but more nervous than anything else. He had no idea what path he was walking down, but knew that it wasn’t one he could willingly or pleasantly steer off from. “Yes, sir,” Elder Jones replied. President Lewis looked him in the eyes.