By Elvin J. Norton
On ordinary occasions Henry would not have enjoyed being so far from ready when he was called for: but in this instance he was very glad he had a plausible excuse to offer that he might hare time to control his emotions. The hurry of completing his preparations partly restored him, and in a short time he ventured to join his sister. She was attired neatly in a plain dress, which did service in more places than the ball room. Her one extra ornament was a sprig of holly across her breast. She did not forget to ask him who was behind this time, nor suppress a laugh at his expense when he hesitated to answer. He took advantage of this jocular moment and the partial darkness to thank her for the Christmas present, without showing any outward signs of the emotion that had so affected him.
“I’m glad you like it,” she said. “I wanted Santa Claus to bring it to you after you’d gone to sleep; but mother thought it would be better to let you have it earlier. Santa Claus has Randy’s, anyhow, and will bring it at the regular time. But come on. Don’t you think they’ve waited long enough?”
“All right, I’m ready,” he said quickly. “Good night, mother, — since you don’t seem to be going. Go to bed and rest; we’ll try to be good.”
From the Children’s Friend, 1935 —
Last Friday evening, Aspiring Mormon Women and Springboard Utah reserved an entire theater showing of the new movie Suffragette. Afterwards, I spoke for about 20 minutes. The crowd was great, and willingly entered into the spirit of the great Mormon women’s “indignation meetings,” cheering at the extracts from women’s speeches and for the wording of legal documents giving women the vote, and booing when Congress took away the vote.
Like me, you’ve been anticipating this movie, reading reviews by critics and enthusiastic interviews of actors. And they were right – wasn’t that great?
One of the negative criticisms of the movie is one that is true of my remarks tonight, and we might as well get it out of the way: “Suffragette” tells the story of white women, without any reference to the substantial participation by women of color. From the day I was invited to give this talk, I have been scouring the histories and 19th century newspapers, and emailing colleagues, trying to find some trace of the role played by women of color in the suffrage movement here in Utah. After all, by the turn of the century, there were hundreds of black women in Utah. There was a small and soon-to-grow population of Hispanic and Pacific Island women. And of course there were the Utes and Paiutes and other Native Americans – including native women who were the wives and daughters of white men and so could presumably have been expected to be aware of, and participate in the suffrage movement.
He Careth for Thee
By Georgia Moore Eberling
On the topmost branch of our bare oak tree
A lone brown leaf clings stubbornly,
(It is long past time for the leaves to go,)
When the brisk fall winds began to blow
They put on beautiful golds and reds,
Bound crimson ribbons about their heads
And sailed aloft, like the butterfly,
They all found wings to bear them high.
Most of the leaves smiled up at the sun
Glad that their summer’s work was done,
And whispering groups flew far away
In the shining hues of their new array.
In late November they all have flown
Save the leaf that lingered, it’s all alone,
It will nevermore dance to the lilt of the breeze
For winter has come, and all the trees
Have wrapped themselves in a winding-sheet
Of glittering snow and icy sleet,
While the little leaf so full of fear
Is ugly and withered, lonely and sere.
One month after the outbreak of World War I, U.S. President Woodrow Wilson asked Americans of all faiths to join in prayer, seeking the blessing of peace for Europe and the world. In Salt Lake City, perhaps as many as 10,000 Latter-day Saints gathered in the Tabernacle on Temple Square during General Conference and joined in prayer.
That prayer for peace, offered by President Charles W. Penrose of the First Presidency, is as relevant today as it was a century ago.
A Prayer for Peace
O God, our Eternal Father, the Father of the spirits of all men, we come unto thee in the name of Jesus Christ, our Redeemer, and worship thee, and render thanks unto thee for all things that we have received, both spiritual and temporal, for our sustenance, for our guidance, for our enlightenment, for our understanding and knowledge that we may be prepared to come into thy presence eventually and be crowned with eternal lives. Wilt thou accept of our thanksgiving, this morning, for all thy favors; look in mercy upon us and unite our hearts together under the influence of thy Divine Spirit, that we may be one in very deed, and that our supplications may come up unto thee acceptable. Forgive us of all our sins, our follies, our imperfections, our unworthiness, our lack of obedience unto thy commandments and thy counsels; and wherein we have in any way offended thee, we crave thy pardon and forgiveness.
By Elvin J. Norton
No one who was acquainted with the kind disposition of Henry Palmer, and who fully sensed the seriousness of his intemperate habits, could look upon his expressive face without feeling sympathy for him. In his face were indications of a strong desire to do right, but along with these indications were no marks of that will power necessary to resist temptations that assailed his weak points. No one knew his trouble half so well as he himself. Like Randy, he managed to avoid conversations upon his weaknesses, even with his mother and sister; but unlike his younger brother, he did not allow a spirit of haughtiness to overcome his sense of consideration, and so succeeded by kindness rather than stubbornness to change the subject whenever Rachel or Mrs. Palmer tried to talk with him regarding his habit of drinking.
We pray for all of you constantly. We are grateful for your prayers and confidence, and humbled thereby. We constantly plead with the Lord that we may be true and faithful to the great and sacred trust which is placed in us.
– Gordon B. Hinckley, April 1991
Christ is the Creator, the only begotten Son of the Father, our example, our mediator, the focus of our devotion, the Savior, our Redeemer, the one who paved the way for our return to the Father. We approach God through Christ in prayer. We love and seek and follow Him.
We believe that Christ is the center of everything and oversees all that happens on Earth, and we also believe that he has called prophets and apostles to direct the day-to-day functioning of his Church. Once called, these men give their lives – their time and talents and everything with which God has blessed them – to serve God and lead the earthly Kingdom.
While we’re exercising empathy for the trials of living men and women, while we’re calling for understanding and inclusion and brotherhood, let us not forget to extend that same empathy and good will to prophets and apostles who bear responsibilities that have not been placed on us, who are grateful for our prayers, who need our confidence that they are in fact being true to the trust that Christ has placed in them.
That same hand you stretch out to your fellowman has also been raised to sustain those placed by Christ at the head of his Church.
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To Elder Charles R. Lyman, written on receipt of the news of the death of his little son Orin,
which occurred while the father was on a mission to England, December 22, 1889.
By W.G. Bickley
O’er the sea a white-winged missive
Comes to papa far away,
Far indeed from those dear loved ones
Whom he left so bright and gay;
Not a missive fraught with gladness,
Telling him of peace and joy,
But in words of tender sadness
Bearing news that his dear boy,
Pet, and baby of the household,
Comfort of his later years,
Had gone home to join the angels,
Where there’s neither grief nor tears;
Gone to God, who only sent him
For a season to the earth,
And to brother Lyman lent him,
So he could enhance his worth.
Dearest brother, it must grieve thee
Thus to lose thy baby pet,
And could sympathy relieve thee,
Then my tears would flow e’en yet;
But there’s One can comfort sorrow,
He is God – our Father, King,
Go to Him, and from Him borrow
Peace no other source can bring.
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