A few years after I was called as a stake president, I was home teaching a single, less-active woman and her daughter, Laney (not her real name). While the mother didn’t attend church, Laney, a senior in high school, did, and she was active in seminary as well. Her LDS peers encouraged her, and she…
Do you have a struggle with patience? Join the club. Many years ago, as a young father with several small children, I concluded that the family was a crucible in which gods are made. Where else, I reasoned, would I have the patience-trying experiences that Joyce and I were bombarded with as we struggled to…
Summer in Brisbane, Australia can be brutal. Temperature and humidity ride up the scale together. Three-digit heat banded with nearly three-digit humidity is not uncommon. Add to this, or rather subtract from it, the complete lack of air conditioning anywhere in Manly, a Brisbane suburb, back in 1960 where I served the first part of…
Some years ago, while sitting in a high priest group meeting in our southern California ward, I noticed the ward Primary president’s face peering through the small window of the door leading into the room. She looked around until her eyes focused in my direction, and her finger motioned to come. Couldn’t be me. None…