Standing with God
Standing with God sometimes means that we are standing alone. Even though this is a difficult position to be in, God will bless us for our faith. Continue reading
Standing with God sometimes means that we are standing alone. Even though this is a difficult position to be in, God will bless us for our faith. Continue reading
When studying Islam in a world religions class, I couldn’t deny the gospel light I found in Muhammad’s teachings—but how was I to reconcile the truth in Islam with my own faith? Continue reading
Magnifying our callings isn’t as daunting as it sounds. Continue reading
Mildred Randall first served with her husband; later she was called to serve on her own. Continue reading
The righteous desire to be perfect can overwhelm us and tear us down, but redefining perfection can help us draw closer to Christ. Continue reading
Reading patriarchal blessings from your ancestors can strengthen your foundation as well as your future. Download them today! Continue reading
You or someone you know may be thinking of suicide. Learn how to tell, how to help, and how to heal after a suicide attempt. According to Dr. Kenichi Shimokawa of LDS Family Services, suicide is the second-leading cause of death among people between 15 and 29 years of age… Continue reading
Faith and scrutiny don’t have to be at odds. Careful reasoning and critical thinking can encourage experiences that deepen our faith. Can critical reasoning and religion work together? Science and the process of critical reasoning are often depicted to be at odds with theology and religious thought. But Dr. Ed… Continue reading
The world confuses us about our relationship with God. But a simple children’s song reminds us to send our questions heavenward. “So, do you believe in God or not?” My friend Jane was the kind of person to dig deep into a person’s soul, and tonight my brother was the specimen… Continue reading
In the midst of my battle with pornography, a sacred hymn let me know that I was loved. You wouldn’t have recognized me that Sunday in Los Angeles. I was 19. I had tangled, unkempt hair that came down past my shoulders and a bushy beard that hid most of… Continue reading