The King James Bible and the Future of Missionary Work
March 16, 2018[…] and his fruit shall be a fiery flying serpent. 30 And the firstborn of the poor shall feed, and the needy shall lie down in safety: and I will kill thy root with famine, […]
[…] and his fruit shall be a fiery flying serpent. 30 And the firstborn of the poor shall feed, and the needy shall lie down in safety: and I will kill thy root with famine, […]
A devil came to an old Mormon on an icy winter night when mounds of snow outside, as big as cars, lay black and cold, nearly invisible. Having searched since the beginning of the world,…
[…] and partly because they have a large social justice program, in which I believe very strongly. They feed the homeless, and I wanted to attach myself to an institution that was doing that. I […]
[…] brought her primary stew A fresh fruit bouquet Chicken salad, croissants, and raspberry scones She tried to feed every nurse and janitor on the floor We plastered the antiseptic walls with sticky great grandchildren […]
[…] of Eden Long before the Fall, The green of leaves, Self-willed, The darkest green the sun can feed. To this hill they flee From offices, From wheels, From lists of things To do, To […]
[…] keys of the kingdom and if you transgress not they shall never be taken from you. Wherefore feed my sheep even so Amen. On March 8, 1832, Jesse Gause and Sidney Rigdon became Smith’s […]
I’ve been asked to speak on the topic of women who have inspired me, how they’ve helped me, and how I honor them in my life.
I want to start with a remarkable experience I had in this ward, when a group of Primary girls inspired me in a life-changing way. I was teaching the senior Primary about the stories of Jesus, and they were very squirmy so I decided to harness this energy into a spontaneous form of kinesthetic learning. I said: “Let’s act out things people do to show they are following the Savior’s example!”
[…] where he would meet a “holy man,” a person whom he should receive “into [his] house and feed him.” If Amulek did this, he was told twice that the stranger would bless him and […]
My husband grew up backpacking, and it was one of the conditions of our marriage that I would learn to backpack too. I do it now, and occasionally even enjoy it, but it’s definitely a stretch to say that I’m good at it or love it as wholeheartedly as Mike does; backpacking is perpetually a challenge for me, and my favorite part is the end of the day when I collapse in our tent with my Kindle. I say this by way of prefacing a personal story so that you understand the context as I start telling you about a time when nature nearly got the best of me.
[…] trees at the same time. The animals didn’t talk, but they did let you pet them and feed them. And there weren’t any people at all—unless you counted Obi-Wan. That wasn’t his real name. […]