Letter to the Editor
March 16, 2018Robert A. Rees, Reading Scripture
Robert A. Rees, Reading Scripture
I’m grateful for this invitation to speak to your quorum.
My objective today is to tell you about my faith journey and offer up some observations and possible conclusions. I’m going to speak the only way I know how: honestly and with complete candor. It means making myself vulnerable in front of group I don’t know well (yet), but we think you have a right to know your new stake presidency. If you sustain us as your leaders, then it seems you have a right to know exactly what it is you are sustaining.
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HARK, hearer, hear what I do; lend a thought now, make believe
We are leafwhelmed somewhere with the hood
Of some branchy bunchy bushybowered wood,
Southern dene or Lancashire clough or Devon cleave,
That leans along the loins of hills, where a candycoloured