by Quentin L. Cook
Years ago, when I moved back to my hometown and farther away from a temple, I decided to make temple attendance a goal. For some reason, I waited until I was 100 miles away from a temple to attend the temple once a month. It’s not easy. It usually takes up a whole Saturday.
by Ronald A. Rasband
Picture Moses. You’re thinking he looks a lot of Charlton Heston, aren’t you? You’re probably picturing him either parting the Red Sea or receiving the Ten Commandments. Those are great images of him.
But I want you to picture him on a hill, watching a battle between Amalek and Israel with his arms outstretched. When he lowered his arms, Amalek began overpowering Israel. As long as he kept his arms stretched out, Israel prevailed.
by David A. Bednar
This was the final talk from last conference. It was not only a beautiful tribute but also a gentle reminder. Either we believe there are true prophets of God today or we don’t. But if we do then shouldn’t we listen to them when they speak?
Truly we are a blessed people to have a designated spokesman of the Lord in this day and age. But a prophet is only to raise a voice of warning. It’s up to each of us to hearken – to listen and obey.
by Kim B. Clark
I am reading the account of Christ’s last week in mortality – backwards – in all four gospels this Easter season. I started with His appearance after the resurrection and I am now to the Garden of Gethsemane and the betrayal.
by Gerald Causse
“If ye have felt to sing the song of redeeming love, can ye feel so now?” asked Alma a long time ago to a group of people. The same question is asked of us.
by L. Whitney Clayton
“Belief and testimony and faith are not passive principles. They do not just happen to us. Belief is something we choose—we hope for it, we work for it, and we sacrifice for it. We will not accidentally come to believe in the Savior and His gospel any more than we will accidentally pray or pay tithing. We actively choose to believe, just like we choose to keep other commandments.”
She stood up slowly and started to speak. Her voice was as weak as her body. Fear probably bubbled close to the surface but she fought it with hope. Surely, she was going to get better. Her time could not be running out.
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