[…] kingdoms (247-240), is first thrown out on the scrap-heap and returned to chaos as “dead” matter (1 34; 41 ;68), then melted down in a dissolving fire for many years (366), by which all […]
[…] of Brigham Young University, which took an approach opposite that of Midgley. Since much of the contr oversy surrounding Skousen’s book centered on the interpretation of Quigley’s book, we thought it might be interesting […]
[…] and taped in November and broadcast on Christmas Eve or Christmas Day. The 1974 performance was heard over 1750 stations throughout the United States, Canada, Puerto Rico, the Virgin Islands, the South Pacific and […]
[…] for years and your parents would never know where you were?” And I said, “Well, I’m going over to those cattle there on that island to see if Latitude is over there.” Well he […]
[…] can document simply by reference to the running battle art has fought. I do not want to over-simplify here. Most of my examples involve more than that battle. But they do involve the battle. […]
[…] themes are there, make no mistake. “Elder Thatcher” strongly affirms the reality of testimony and is, more over, the most realistic treatment of missionary experience that I have ever read. “Greg” is a positive […]
[…] of Latter-day Saints and Its People. Salt Lake City: Deseret Book Company, 1974. Gurgel, Klaus. Mormons in Canada and Religious Travel Patterns to the Mormon Culture Hearth. Syracuse, New York: Syracuse University, Department of […]
[…] from a large portion of the American populace. What began in the 1830’s as persecution and a forced flight to the West has gradually blossomed into the gradual assimilation of Mormonism into the fabric […]
[…] to appear as the Scriptures he gave us are held up for comparison with the newly disc overed or rediscovered documents of the ancients purporting to come from the times and places he describes […]
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