On this week's episode of This Is the Gospel, Jim, a devout Baptist, sends five of his seven children on Latter-day Saint missions despite his misgivings about what they will teach and finds himself “tapped on the shoulder” by God.

Last week, the Church sent an updated policy to temple presidents stating that divorced Latter-day Saints and single men over 30 in the Church can now serve as temple ordinance workers.

I was baptized 10 years ago. During these 10 years, my journey has not been easy. But being baptized has made it easier. The gospel, the Church, and my membership in the Church have truly enriched my life.

“I don’t want to go to school!” 5-year-old Usha shouted at her older brother, pulling his hair. Later she would become one of the first Nepali women with advanced degrees in both medicine and public administration, but as a little girl, she didn’t yet realize what a privilege education was.

On March 5, 2022, Tamara McFadden received the kind of call every mother hopes to never receive. Her 16-year-old son, Walker, had been killed in a construction accident. In this week’s episode, Tamara explains how she and her family have coped with indescribable grief but she also shares that her confidence in the Savior’s Atonement has given her a firm trust that she will see her son again.

It's been said that the most dangerous thing is to have no dream at all. But how does one come up with the right kind of dream? It’s a good question, one that I had when I was preparing for college. My dad helped me answer it. He taught me that your guess about a dream career should take into account what you think about when you’re not required to think about anything.

Dear Dave,

In 1916, when Reuben C. Syrett — Ruby to his friends — settled in the wilds of Southern Utah, he was unaware of the unique landscape nearby. A couple of weeks after the move, another rancher told him about the local canyon called Bryce, named for a man who’d lost his cow among the hoodoos decades before. Traveling to see it one Sunday with his family, Ruby was so taken with the beauty of the place, he began to spread the word about the unusual geology—an amphitheater of delicate rock spires the color of a sunset.

We did everything right, but God didn’t spare my husband. Now, when I hear of others’ miracles, I’m learning to respond with faith.

Wherever and whenever we travel, the various countries, cities, scenic splendors, or historic places affect and shape us in different ways. We are generally not the same after an exchange with another culture or landscape of the world. If we return unchanged we have missed something precious. When we come home it often feels like I have experienced six months of living in two weeks due to the richness and intensity of life that is packed into most tours. We should be older, more mature, wiser. After unpacking, I always try to allow some quiet moments to let the people and vistas settle into my soul and find a comfortable place to occupy my memory. I call this “lingering time.” Though not still in a foreign country I haven’t completely left it either. No tour is really over for me until the lingering time has taken place. This happens when the mind firmly holds on to the memories and allows them to mellow, to teach, to edify, and to lift in a continuous manner. The enjoyments become permanent, something to revisit in the mind and the heart smiles in response. Sometimes at the end of the year, I contemplate all the places we have been and try to measure which ones have had the greatest impact on my soul by the amount of lingering time I find myself devoting to that place and the renewal of the impressions received. Many times I am not surprised by the leading imprints on my heart, but occasionally life brings its own unanticipated wonder. Two years ago Red Square in Moscow was just such a place.