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During Holy Week, Christians around the world reflect on the sacred events of the Savior’s life—and this year I feel as though members of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints have been invited to experience those important events firsthand.
Whether for emergencies, tests, college, or missions, we’re often given the same short piece of advice: prepare. But have you ever thought about preparing for peace?
In Primary, I would talk (and sing) about the admonition of Paul, without really knowing what it meant. Here’s what this week’s “Come, Follow Me” lesson teaches us about it:
When I find myself longing to feel comfortable in my own skin again, I have found a perhaps unusual source to be one of the best remedies: the Book of Mormon.
My oldest son is a senior in high school and a prototypical quarterback. He is an athletic 6’4, stands tall in the pocket, and has a beautiful left-handed throw that looks effortless. He throws hard, accurate, commands the huddle, reads the defense, has heart, and is an outstanding leader. Perhaps his best quality is that he is very coachable. In short, I look at him from a coaching perspective and salivate that I would have such a quarterback.
If service were a color, what color would it be? Maybe for you it’s a soft green or pastel blue. Perhaps it’s a dazzling purple or vibrant orange. For a very long time, service was always yellow to me because of the bright, sunny way serving makes me feel. Many years ago, a significant experience at Christmastime meant from that time on, service would forever be red.
What a thought-provoking, and sometimes hard, message we need to hear about the difference between our beliefs and our culture.
There are approximately 525,600 minutes in a year. (For all you trivia buffs out there, yes, I am aware that in the Gregorian calendar an average year is exactly 365.2425 days, but for simplicity’s sake, I’m rounding down to 365 for this equation.)
He floated like a butterfly; he stung like a bee. Muhammad Ali, proclaimed by himself—and practically everyone else—as "The Greatest," was never one to brag. After all, he said, "It's not bragging if you can back it up."