When I was a boy, back in the early to mid 1950’s, my mother’s father, John William Dunn, told me about an experience he had regarding the Book of Mormon. Grandpa lived in Logan, Utah and was born in 1889. Martin Harris, one of the Three Witnesses of the Book of Mormon, lived in Clarkston,…
For 50 years, our sister-in-law, Kaye Terry Hanson, was at the top of Joyce’s and my best-friend-list, and for the last nearly a year, the three of us had daily morning scripture reading via telephone. Admittedly, our morning get-together was often mostly conversation mingled with scripture. Joyce’s oldest sister, Shirley, had been terminally ill a long…
Sometimes I tell full time missionaries today that the reason they have so many mission rules is that when I was a missionary 55 years ago, we didn’t! There’s more than a hint of truth to that. For example, on my mission we were on our own to find a place to live. No written guidelines….
Heaven’s tender mercies are everywhere, and certainly the little good we do in one generation comes back to bless us and multiple generations more. (D. Todd Christofferson) Several weeks ago, in an email from our grandson, Nathan Harman, who is serving as a missionary in Liberia (West Africa), he reported that the area president, Elder…