Literature, Mormon Writers, and the Powers That Be
May 3, 2018[…] month, I was with a group of young Mormons bent on giving the Church a vigorous expression in all the arts. We were not very clear as to just what we would do. We […]
[…] month, I was with a group of young Mormons bent on giving the Church a vigorous expression in all the arts. We were not very clear as to just what we would do. We […]
[…] to history, sociology, psychology, and demonology. It is tempting to say that a hundred and forty years in the literary marketplace is too limited a test for such a grand design — but entire […]
[…] And slender ankles all the while She took a fancy to our drummer boy. The attachment was mutual; but his admiration cooled off somewhat when she appropriated his handkerchief and pocketknife. After taking the […]
[…] knowing that I would probably be drafted and sent to Vietnam, hearing the older Germans talk about World War II, and every day preaching the gospel of Christ changed me. I felt guilty because […]
[…] those things which, when they are made and done, will define you to yourselves and to the world. Nothing but discovering and being that self will bring joy. A person who feels that he […]
[…] perfect their lives.” In twenty-three lucid chapters, he extolls the priceless gift of repentance for a troubled world, a gift of peace to the “anxious, restless, frustrated, perhaps tormented soul.” The gift is not […]
[…] An obvious one is money; we simply cannot do everything we know is needed to rehabilitate the world’s needy. On the other hand, we can and should do more than we are now do […]
[…] be there, but I also had to back away, hoping they could cope with their com plicated world. After a hectic day, I felt pulled in all directions. Why weren’t my solutions as clear […]
[…] about beginning a family, we settled several things between us. Our marriage had been the result of mutual attraction based on intellectual challenge, emotional elan, and an ever-increasing spiritual rapport. It was the latter […]
[…] boys were all gone—on missions, to school, married, in the military (we had four of them in World War II). Walter had finished college and was teaching. We traded the big house for a […]