[…] which accounts for all of the phenomena and experiments that Einstein’s theory is supposed to encompass” (“Book News” 1979, 1). Ives’s credentials in this matter are substantial; he was an accomplished physicist, “responsible for […]
[…] and if that doctrine is true, then the doctrine of annihilation would be true. But if I am right, I might with bold ness proclaim from the housetops that God never had the power […]
[…] Despite dissent from within some priesthood quorums and church jurisdictions, the trajectory toward ecumenical Christianity continued unabated. Today, on the eve of the construction of the RLDS temple in Independence, Launius points out that […]
[…] ticket and ban ished him. Crossing the border into Hungary, Markow ended up in Nagy Becskerek ( today Zrenjanin, Yugoslavia), approximately thirty miles south of his hometown—Szerb-Csernye. After forty days in Nagy Becskerek, Markov […]
[…] they crossed the ford, Hans was twenty three, and Rasmus twenty. The youngest son, James, who would live to tell a thrilling story of Indian horse thieves on the Montana Trail, had just turned […]
[…] and forbid them not,” he said, “for of such is the kingdom of God” (Mark 10:14). I am moved by the beauty of faithful children and Christ’s obvious love for them. But I am […]
[…] Vietnam. On a dewy summer morning in 1969, I returned from a game of tennis to the news that J.B. had been hit in the head by flying shrapnel. At first, the injury had […]
[…] persistent, and painful problem I have had to deal with. Scarcely a week goes by that I am not involved in counseling with those who have broken or who are contemplating breaking the law […]
[…] the Salt Lake City International Airport. These direction-giving words (the bane of geographic dyslexics, of whom I am one) came to me as a reverential reading about spiritual landscape, where “red rocks . . […]
[…] build a new society. They tamed the Salt Lake Valley. They built a temple. They practiced polygamy. Today much of that seems fuzzy to me, like the bedtime stories my mother would read me […]