[…] wife, upon the very spot where two years before I had lived for months without seeing a human being” (31). Pratt’s longing for religious certainty, his interest in preaching, and his desire to convert […]
[…] Creator, a vastly more moving and profound experience, is well within the realm of possibility for any human who chooses to seek it. I am convinced that it is through faith, sometimes by the […]
[…] a risk of not being believed at all. The circle within which they seek to restrict the human intellect ought therefore to be carefully traced, and, beyond its verge, the mind should be left […]
[…] society has fallen into a sterile ethical relativity, which threatens the worth and dignity of the whole human venture. As a “defender of the faith,” Bishop Robinson refuses to confine himself to the shrinking […]
[…] division between art and religion, the assumption that art has the right to explore every aspect of human experience (even the innermost life of religion itself — and its leaders), and even to speculate, […]
Professor Stewart has given us a well-written biography of Joseph Smith. The book is divided into sixteen chapters, many of which draw their titles from key statements in Mormon literature that concern the events treated…
[…] no men to leave behind any records of their achievements, there can be no history in the humanistic sense. But America — specifically Mesoamerica — is quite different. Anyone who visits the antiquity sites […]
[…] it. Maybe this whole new calling thing was just part of some larger, divinely inspired repentance process designed to bring me back in line. Only when I was a kid—back in the early sixties—things […]
Three weeks had passed since Howard and Sylvia Rockwood last made love. Earlier, before the days of silence, they could have begun casually, prompted by any minor conversational motion, finally drawing close enough for physical…
[…] toes poking out of my sandals, talking to them individually, giving each a Hawaiian name—Hawaiki. Kamehameha. Ka humanu. Lifting both my arms, she sang, “Fly, pretty bird. High over the ocean, fly.” We soared […]