Technology has come a long way in the past twenty years--and so has the Church's use of it. Just take a peek at how LDS websites looked back when the internet was new.
Did you know that LDS Living wasn't originally a magazine? Back in the day, it was just an online product catalog. Just check out what the original LDS Living website looked like when it was launched in 2000:
Of course, LDS Living has come a long way in the past 14 years. And so have other great Church websites. From LDS.org to the Deseret News, take a look at the original form of popular LDS websites--and how they've evolved through the years.
With over 26 million combined views, these five most-watched "I'm a Mormon" videos continue to share the diverse lives of Latter-day Saints from around the globe!
I'm a Sculptor for Harley Davidson and a Mormon
Released in February 2013 and now has just over 8 million views.
I'm a Mormon, Trainer, and National Judo Champ
Released November 2012 and now has over 6 million views.
I Believe That Art is Inspirational and That All Inspiration Comes from God
Released in February 2013 and now has almost 5 million views.
I'm a Mormon, and Immigrant, and a Banker
Released April 2014 and now has nearly 4 million views.
I'm a Mormon, Mom of Two Autistic Boys, and a Teacher
Released in March 2014 and now has just over 3 million views.
I've heard that those who get married young are losing out on great life experiences like traveling and "finding yourself." But getting married at 19 has given me different opportunities, not fewer.
I never planned to be a teenage bride.
In fact, since I was a little girl, I planned to go on a mission. And then I thought that once I’d done that, I’d get on to graduating college, moving to the city, buying a cute little studio apartment, and getting a gorgeous Great Dane to keep me company. Where was a husband in all that planning? Maybe somewhere in my mid-to-late twenties, after I had established myself the way I wanted: as a strong, independent, single woman.
But things didn’t work out that way.
I graduated high school and started college, right on track. I dated casually—for the practice and for the fun—until I met Matt. He was perfect. Intelligent and shy, kind and thoughtful, Matt was any girl’s dream guy. I can’t even tell you when I decided maybe a mission wasn’t for me and maybe Matt was—I just remember being so happy and thinking to myself that I would be contented for the rest of forever if Matt was with me.
He proposed when I was 18, after knowing me six months, and we got married six months after that, when I was 19.
The world is taking notice of the LDS Church, and this is especially evident in mainstream literature. Often inaccurate but sometimes flattering, you'd be surprised by how many famous authors are writing about "the Mormons"!
Disclaimer: We are in no way endorsing books that contain inappropriate content.
“It is surprising to me that these people [the Mormons emigrating from Liverpool] are all so cheery, and make so little of the immense distance before them. . . . I should have said they were in their degree, the pick and flower of England.”
(The Uncommercial Traveller, London: Chapman and Hall (1958), p. 223-25)
From Richard J. Dunn's "Dickens and the Mormons":
A missionary’s return is meant to be a joyous occasion. But it doesn't always happen that way.
It is the mark of a job well done, of two years of sacrifice devoted to God and others. Homecoming for a returned missionary should be a time for family gathering, congratulations, and reflection. For me, it was quite different—depression and bipolar disorder sent me home before my 10th month was up.
That doesn’t stop others from treating me like I am somehow less than I should be. For thousands of missionaries who come home early—whether due to rule infractions, health issues, or emotional struggles—much of the trauma lies in the treatment given by well-intentioned friends and neighbors.
Conclusion and Consequence
After returning from 10 months of service, I received several letters and comments from friends and acquaintances urging me to “not give up” and “go back.” While generally understanding, the expectations set by others crushed my spirit. I wanted to go back. I loved my mission. I hoped and prayed that, above all else, I could get better and return to the field. And yet I knew that I would not return. I knew I was in over my head. The good-natured but misguided pressure to “just cheer up” hurt deeply.
I learned quickly to keep my mouth shut. At college the few people who bothered to pursue the subject of my age would not accept “20” as a legitimate answer. Some accused me of being dishonest. Those who didn’t would likely ask, “How can you be home from a mission? Did you even go? What did you do to get sent home?” The worst part? I was still trying to sort out those feelings myself.