Latter-day Saint Anastasia gave birth to a baby boy in Kyiv, Ukraine. Two days later she and her newborn son were rushed out of the hospital to flee from a city under attack.

On one of my visits to the Hawaiian island of Moloka‘i to work on the book The Way of Aloha: Moloka‘i, I was invited to ride a mule down the largest sea cliffs in the world to visit the leper colony of Kalaupapa. From 1866 to 1969, more than 8,000 people diagnosed with leprosy were quarantined to Kalaupapa. The small peninsula of Kalaupapa on Moloka‘i was chosen because of its extreme isolation. The peninsula is surrounded by rough water on three sides and large sea cliffs on its fourth.

In scouring the Internet for a wedding videographer for my recent nuptials, amidst a sea of (somewhat overwhelming) but very beautiful footage from various filmmakers, something caught my eye. I came upon a website where I saw scrawled in big letters right under the name of the videographer: “remember the temple.”

You’ve been quite open about your Mormon faith — you’ve even drawn an adaptation of The Book of Mormon. Had you always been part of the faith, or did you arrive at it later as part of that existential search for meaning that you mentioned? Do your beliefs inform Frank? MA: That also was subconscious. My parents got divorced, which is extremely rare in the Mormon Church. I think there’s like a five-percent divorce rate for couples that have been married in the Mormon Temple —

Adam and Eve's experience wasn't all paradise. There were a lot of bumps, awkward moments, tears, and even laughs along the way. A new film series from an LDS couple dives deeper into these moments, showing how love and living are often imperfect, even for Adam and Eve.

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Jacob 5-7

When I was just a baby, my father, because of concerns in his own life and challenges that he was having, left our family. Our mother alone, therefore, raised my sisters and me, and as I was growing up, my father had very little to do with us as children. I realize he was working with things in his own life, but his decisions created certain challenges and hardships for my mother, my sisters, and for me. At age fourteen or fifteen, if you were in my situation, and you knelt down and said: “Father in Heaven, help me find peace concerning my father leaving us and really having nothing to do with us for all these years. Help me forgive my father,” would you not think that was an appropriate prayer, one that deserved an answer? But no answer came at age fourteen and fifteen. Twenty, twenty-one comes, same prayers, still no answer. Twenty-five, twenty-six passes, same prayers, yet still no answer. Thirty, thirty-one, thirty-three, thirty-four all come and go. Surely I’m in the fourth watch by now, would you not agree?

Members of the Waimea 1st Ward, Kona Hawaii Stake, on the Big Island of Hawaii oftentimes make it a point to arrive early to sacrament meeting each Sunday. As they come in, find a seat and sit, the sounds coming from the chapel invite the Spirit as they enjoy the prelude music and talent of Kuha'o Kawaauhau-Case, a 15-year-old organist.