This week’s readings: Matthew 26; Mark 14; Luke 22; John 18

Oftentimes in our anxiety to live God’s commandments, we focus on everything we should avoid to remain righteous.

In a powerful devotional delivered at the Marriott Center on the BYU campus, President Russell M. Nelson addressed young adults around the world and outlined "five truths that I feel impressed to share with you," he said.

The following article originally appeared in the March/April issue of LDS Living in 2013.

A visit to Sister Gong’s ancestors in the UK taught Elder Gong invaluable lessons about self-worth we can all benefit from.

Testimonies of the gospel are as diverse as the people who hold them. Everyone experiences the conversion process differently, and everyone has different experiences that build their testimonies.

Perhaps one of the most discouraging struggles women endure is that never-ending battle with our own bodies. A woman’s attitude toward her own body is fraught with misconceptions fueled by a world that celebrates an almost prepubescent female body as the ideal norm. Unfortunately for most of us, time moves on. We are no longer seventeen, a number of children have made their way through our birth canals, and gravity is exerting its inexorable pull. Whenever we look in the mirror, we are reminded of what we are not. Satan would have it just that way. He would have us think that because our bodies do not look a certain, supposedly desirable, way, they are not worth having at all. Thus, we enter into a war with our bodies, hating the very tabernacle our Father has given us, despising the flesh. If Satan can get us to fixate on our bodies, either in vanity or self-loathing, then he has caused us to misunderstand completely the role our bodies play in our salvation.

Thomas had never come face to face with the violence and hatred racism breeds—until he walked onto the Missouri Valley College campus in 1967.

Take a look back at the messages from April general conference as we get ready for another uplifting weekend soon.

In the vicinity where I once lived and served, the Church operated a poultry project, staffed primarily by volunteers from the local wards. Most of the time it was an efficiently operated project, supplying to the bishops’ storehouse thousands of fresh eggs and hundreds of pounds of dressed poultry. On a few occasions, however, being volunteer city farmers meant not only blisters on the hands but also frustration of heart and mind.