Easter Weekend
April 16, 2018[…] the nearest stop is two.” Back at the theater, Greg told me we were in the old Manhattan Ward meetinghouse. He pointed to the unusual arched doorways and alcoves and blocked-in windows as we […]
[…] the nearest stop is two.” Back at the theater, Greg told me we were in the old Manhattan Ward meetinghouse. He pointed to the unusual arched doorways and alcoves and blocked-in windows as we […]
The attitude of nineteenth-century Latter-day Saints toward lawyers and the legal process is well documented and has been widely discussed ever since Joseph Smith studied law hoping to be admitted to the bar. What has…
[…] by the rite of her father’s religion, Lutheranism. When she was six, her parents moved to Long Beach, California, where she lived until she came to BYU at eighteen. In Long Beach, she attended […]
[…] gnostics for denying what the orthodox considered to be humanity’s essential God-given attribute—free will. For Justin Martyr ( ca. 165 C.E.), free will was a fundamental tenent of Christianity: Unless the human race have the […]
[…] but it feels as if prehistoric Lake Bonneville has risen silently in the dark, overflowing its old beach terraces one by one, flooding the Stansbury, then the Provo, on which this street is laid, […]
[…] or preventing grace as inconsistent with free will. The Articles and Covenants of the Church emphasized that al though persons become justified or sanctified by grace, they must per severe in works of love. […]
[…] the Author’s Guild, and thirty or forty members met once a month in San Francisco, in North Beach where an Italian dinner—complete with a help-yourself tureen of soup and bottles of red vino de […]
We leave the town at noon For a beach of white pebbles And small, clean bones. The wind Whips our sensible skirts, and sun glints
[…] of Christianity out of that event. Taken literally, that meant that Israel in the religious sense was de trop, finished, archaic, its wretched condition an example of punishment for unbelief in the Christian faith, […]
[…] give you your own to smell.” I picked up trash, pausing occasionally to admire the panorama of Manhattan that I had seen in movies all my life. But I also admired Faith. She put […]