Ben E. Rich (son of pioneering apostle Charles C. Rich) spent most of his adult life as a missionary, serving as an elder in the British Mission in the 1880s, as president of the Southern States Mission from 1898 to 1908 (with two years in the middle of that as president of the short-lived Middle States Mission) and as president of the Eastern States Mission from 1908 to his untimely death in 1913. In other words, he had seen a lot of missionaries and mission styles.
In 1909 he wrote to his elders in the Eastern States advising them against a preaching style that had been a problem at least since the 1840s when Thomas Margetts counseled against the same practice: the habit of tearing down other religious beliefs, instead of building up the truth.
A hundred years on, it’s still at least an occasional problem, in Sunday Schools, online, and in other venues where we ought to be building up rather than tearing down – especially in a generation when, unlike Ben E. Rich’s day, those we seek to reach are more often unbelievers in any religion than believers in Christianity.
Because of the Word
By Hazel M. Thomson
Synopsis: Ruth Ann Barker, who lives, in the early 1830s, with her widowed father, a farmer in the Naumkeg Valley of New England, dislikes farm life and cannot decide to marry Victor Hall, a neighboring farmer. While Ruth Ann is in Boston visiting her cousin Claire Mayhew, she meets Quinton Palmer, a suitor of Clare’s who declares that he has fallen in love with Ruth at their first meeting. The night Ruth Ann returns home, her father is thrown from a horse and killed. Victor helps her look after the farm, and a few days before Christmas, Quinton arrives for a visit and Ruth goes back with Quinton to Claire’s home in Boston for the holidays.
During the remainder of her visit in Boston, Ruth managed to spend very little time alone with Quinton. Knowing he was puzzled and angered at her actions, yet she contrived to give him no opportunity for repeating his proposal. She knew she must leave Boston soon, and yet she hesitated to return to Naumkeg. She felt if she were to make a fair decision it must be in the presence of neither Quinton nor Vic.
It’s Conference Wordles time again! In this puzzle, 35 texts from the recent General Conference – talks, songs, and other bits of business – have been run through the engine at wordle.net. That engine counted how many times each word appears in the talk; the more often a word appeared in the talk, the larger it appears in its image here.
Your part is to identify the talk, song, etc., represented by each wordle. For talks, please identify both the speaker and the name of the talk – you can find a list of all talks, music, etc., here. It would also be fun if you pointed out what the key words were that helped you solve the puzzle.
Please solve only one puzzle to start with. This evening or tomorrow morning, after all readers have had a chance to play, I’ll open it up for you to solve more.
The puzzle number appears above each puzzle.
If you want to be named King/Queen of the Conference Wordles, send the solution to all 35 puzzles to me at AEParshall [at] aol [dot] com. First one to send me a full and correct solution wins bragging rights.
Ready, steady, go!
Lesson 13: Bondage, Passover, and Exodus
Purpose: To encourage class members to (1) trust the Lord to fulfill his promises, (2) increase their appreciation for the Savior’s atoning sacrifice, and (3) make the sacrament more meaningful in their lives.
Sun. Oct. 27, 1918
Attended regular Sunday services. At our Sacrament meeting four children of Tamatoa were blessed and named, twin boys 5 years old, a girl 7 yrs old and a baby one year old.
Mon. Oct. 28, 1918
Held childrens class. Helped the sisters clean windows in the new church house.
Tues. Oct. 29, 1918
Ern and some of the native brothern left by a small 9 ton cutter for Rikarika to buy pigs for our dedication feast.
A friend whose new calling has her deep in preparation for her stake’s Youth Trek this summer asked for my thoughts on a couple of Trek-related issues. With the arrogance of someone who has never been on Trek, and who can count on two fingers the number of teenagers she sees more than twice a year, I hoped these thoughts might be of interest to Keepa readers – or, more importantly, might draw some of your thoughts that would be helpful to my friend.
I am a convert. I do think our ancestor stories are very important, but the stories they will be hearing are not everyone’s story.
Even as someone with Mormon pioneer ancestry, I sympathize with this point. I resent all the attention given to two handcart companies, who were a small fraction of the ten handcart companies, who were a tiny minority of the hundreds of overland companies. My family came with a wagon company – what do I have to do with the particularities of the handcart experience? It doesn’t take much imagination to magnify my frustration to what might be felt by someone whose Mormon heritage consists of what she is passing on to her children, not what she inherited from her ancestors.
Twelve Ride to Church
By Mabel Law Atkinson
The whitetop buggy on each Sabbath day
Would take its journey to the little church,
With twelve of us clad in our best array –
Four to a seat. At every little lurch
We children bounced and laughed with quiet glee.
We rode two miles through dusty country lanes
With silent, friendly hills for company.
Our father, proudly smiling, held the reins
And called his kind “Giddap” to Nell and King.
We, reaching, plucked wild roses growing there,
Enjoyed the season’s varied offering,
Our souls attuned unto the day of prayer.
That loved old buggy is again reborn
Within our aging hearts each Sabbath morn.
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