[…] children to perform on the Sunday before Christmas. The story told of a little girl going to feed the animals in her father’s stable on Christmas morning and finding the Christ child and Mary […]
[…] for the wife and children. There was fuel to be gathered in, the cows to milk and feed, the pigs to slop and bed, chickens to tend, and water to carry. There was the […]
[…] what little was left of it, its struggling vines obscured by the blowing dust. “How can I feed my children if this keeps up?” She folded her arms, slumped her shoulders, and for a […]
As a twenty-two-year-old convert of just a few years, I was called in June 1969 to preside over a small branch of the church in Belgium. In the tiny office of the old house serving…
[…] Once two families sharing a small home invited them in. At first the families said they could feed the elders but they could not stay over night. However, after a gospel conversation, the residents […]
Recently I taught the parable of the prodigal son (Luke 15:11-32) in priesthood meeting and was, as always, impressed by its beauty, simplicity, and profundity. It seemed to me as if this was the central…
[…] tree she’s been watching all night. Maisie will come back. She’ll come back every so often and feed the woman, she’ll bring things hot from the oven in her best pans, she’ll let sauces […]
[…] Julie fed the fish. Later she and her brother would scoop them out with a net and feed them separately. Julie expected that, in the meantime, some of the baby guppies would be eaten […]
[…] was so many light years removed from Christ’s gospel, he didn’t even want to think about it. Feed the hungry, clothe the poor, visit the widows. “What quota?” “Two more baptisms this month. I […]
Several years ago, I was speaking with a fellow Saint and convert at the Sunstone Symposium in Salt Lake City. We described ourselves to each other as “Joseph Smith converts.” By that, we meant that…