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Many of the prophets and apostles have experienced faith-promoting miracles they've shared with us to help illustrate the power that comes through living righteously and following what the Lord has commanded. Some of the miracles general authorities have experienced and shared with us give us hope and encouragement that we may also recognize tender mercies from our Heavenly Father. The following are stories of miracles from the lives of our prophets and apostles.
For years, Matt Duff was an über-Mormon. At 17, he ran away from home and moved in with the only black LDS family in his New England town. Two weeks shy of his 18th birthday, he joined the Utah-based church. By 19, he was on a Mormon mission in Denver, and two years later he enrolled at Brigham Young University-Idaho, where he met his future wife, Kylee, a multigenerational Mormon with a winning smile and a guileless faith. The two married in the Salt Lake LDS Temple.
About 15 minutes had passed since the last out in a game between two independent league pro baseball teams on a warm July night.
Jamaal Williams, as a sophomore, has already established himself as one of BYU's most important football players. Not just for this particular team, but for the future.
A Jewish/gay friend said, “Mormons are the next topic. In the 60s and 70s, blacks were the topics. Then women were the topic. Now gays are the topic, but Mormons are the next topic.” Mormon corridor, Romney will do well. ...My father experienced anti-Mormons in the Senate when he was there. Harry Truman did not like Mormons. His Secretary of Agriculture was RLDS, and everything he knew came from Independence MO. I did not run into Mormon prejudice, quite the contrary. I presided over the National Prayer Breakfast. We only would run across the issue of Mormons not being Christians. Chief of Chaplains of Navy said Mormon chaplains were the best (he is 7th Day Adventists). I did not experience the prejudice my father seen.
Five years ago, I stood at Ground Zero in New York City. While attending the Memorial Museum, the magnitude of the calamity enveloped me. There are walls of postcards with thousands of written accounts from people all over the world. My personal story seems trite compared to others. Nonetheless, I believe that each individual’s experience on Sept. 11, 2001 serves as an eye-witness against the evil targeted at America.My morning began as usual, watching the news while getting ready for work. The breaking bulletin of airplanes crashing into New York City’s Twin Towers was mind-boggling. I had to force myself to get ready for teaching preschool. I remember looking deeply into the mirror while applying my make-up. The black eyeliner upon my eyes suddenly seemed symbolic of the darkness our nation was facing.
The Latter-day Saint practice of vicarious baptism on behalf of the dead is once again a focus of controversy. In the past few weeks, it's been portrayed in the news media and on the web as unbiblical, ghoulish, bizarre, shameful, vicious, anti-Semitic, immoral, hateful, an exercise in "black magic" and (by some extremists) possibly even illegal. A national television commentator recently named President Thomas S. Monson among "the worst people in the world" for presiding over the practice. It's high time for the view of a very respected non-Mormon scholar to be heard above the noise.
We are standing on the east end of Lake Wakatipu. The water shines a bright aqua blue in the light of Sabbath morning. Broom shrub spots the hillsides, splashing yellow across green slopes. It is springtime in New Zealand.
In a world where Christmas season starts at midnight on Oct. 31, it can be easy to get caught up in the excitement of Santa, reindeer, toys, gadgets and Black Friday madness. It can be even easier to overlook the real reason for the season. Add to that work parties, school parties, church and family get-togethers, it can be hard to find time to help your kids learn more about the Savior's birth.
On a sunny October morning in San Diego, a quartet of LDS missionaries gathers in a church parking lot to talk shop and plot course. All four men are wearing short-sleeved white dress shirts, dark slacks and striped ties; each sports the same style of close-cropped haircut. The black plastic name tags on their shirt pockets identify Elder Bott, Elder Hepworth, Elder Christensen and Elder Moreno as representatives of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.