[…] and culture just as Perry Miller and Henry Nash Smith aided understanding a generation ago. After working for twelve years on Illusions of Innocence: Protestant Primitivism in America, 1630-1875, Richard T. Hughes and C. […]
[…] family,” I would complain. “Arrange for someone to stay with you when you are sick,” she would counter. Her solutions were obvious. My family and I had been too upset to find them. We […]
[…] The New Revelation and The Vital Message, was very different “from true inspiration or revelation from God!” (1920, 6-13). While noting the similarities between Mormon and spiritualist belief concerning the spirit world, West reiterated Talmage’s […]
<i>Dialogue 23.4 (Winter 1990): 83–96</i><br>This essay explores some of the strengths of deliberately choosing to relate to our world with gender-inclusive language in three areas
[…] felt like a prophet was in 1969, in the midst of the threatened and sometimes actual violence over the Church’s denial of priesthood to blacks. In that bleak time, during which I attended the […]
[…] token effort at best, one to soothe my parents’ consciences. Besides, I had no idea what to buy kids age six, nine, eleven, and sixteen. But once at the store, Kim and Becky—high school […]
[…] becoming a Lutheran minister. I had recently completed the application to enter seminary, and I was agonizing over having to endure four more years of school beyond college and moving to a different city […]
[…] Kimball, meanwhile, had returned to Chattanooga and borrowed money from a local Jewish merchant, Barnard Moses, to buy caskets for the slain elders (Kimball 10-20 Aug. 1884; Hatch 1968, 69-78). The stress of these […]
[…] which described the Smith family as destitute, lazy, and shiftless, as drunkards and scam artists who dug for buried treasure. These affidavits portrayed Joseph Smith as perpetrating the hoax of Mormonism on an innocent […]
[…] worth nowadays an’ a dollar ain’t. In my time was twenty cent a bushel. Yep, you could buy Jive bushel fer a single greenback. But now a dollar’s not worth pickin’ up. . . […]