From the Relief Society Magazine, 1970 –
Jerusha Spends the Night
By Hazel K. Todd
The way Jerusha came to live with the Wilsons was quite unusual indeed. But then, Jerusha was an unusual woman. She just came riding along a Utah highway one summer afternoon in her old Packard car with a little black pancake hat sitting on top of the graying hair that curled around her face like a wispy cloud fluff, her trim little body perched atop a cushion to enable her to see over the old-fashioned steering wheel. Just where the lane led off to the Wilson farm, the tired old car sputtered, wheezed a couple of times, and then belched out a whiff of black smoke and stopped, never to go again.
Dennis, the ten-year-old boy who belonged to the Wilsons, with Skeeter, the dog, was catching grasshoppers along the irrigation ditch. Dennis had just plopped another squirming green orthoptera into his pint fruit jar with a hole in the lid when he heard the car sputter and stop. He wiped the grasshopper juice on the fuzzy part of the knee hole of his overalls, pushed the shaggy strands of red hair from his eyes, and scooted over to the gate where he pressed his freckled nose against the wire and watched the performance, while Skeeter stood with his front paws on the wire beside him.
Continuing the missionary diary of Evelyn Taylor, of Salt Lake City, serving in the California North Mission —
June 17, 1947
This morning after class Pres & Sis Hawkes took all the lm’s out in the country on different roads and left us out to walk back in. We got all the roads done or finished today – we just have call backs to make to the people who haven’t mailed in the cards we left.
Sis Smith and I went out together today. Pres took us out to the Forks – about four miles north of town. It was hot but it wasn’t the hottest day we’ve had – there was a wind blowing that cooled it off a bit. We had such a good day. We walked along the road singing and talking – in some places the houses were quite far apart. This week has meant so much to me – it’s so good to be with people who are happy and working hard – we’re all pretty tired, but it’s been worth it.
Mama: “Willie, you have no manners.”
Willie: “Well, if I waste them now I won’t have any when company comes.”
From the Relief Society Magazine, August 1942 –
Whither Thou Goest
By LaRene King Bleecker
Seven-year-old Dolma, in a calico dress, sat on the spring seat of a heavy freight wagon, her knees drawn up under her.
“How far away is it where Father is?” she asked dreamily, staring straight ahead at the blue stretch of horizon.
“Around five hundred miles, or more,” Hope said, squinting up at the slanting sun. Just a few days away, but weeks and weeks distant at the rate the oxen traveled. “How did we ever get so far behind,” Hope wondered, looking at her children – Dolma, with her thin, eager face and light brown pigtails, and Junior, whose dark hair and eyes matched Ron’s.
Studying, really studying the scriptures – not reading, not scripture chasing – has become a passion of mine in the last few years, largely because scholars online have taught me a new way of looking at scripture. They look beyond the proof-texting that has so unfortunately been the default during my seminary and Sunday School experience, and point to critical methods that have made the scriptures come alive to me. I devour commentaries and search for dictionaries and other aids, and right now I’m in the midst of a Yale Open Course Introduction to the New Testament.
Without the proper language skills (not just Greek and Hebrew, but also the scholarly English that is often employed in the commentaries), and with no more background than any of us got from seminary, it’s not easy for me. One thing that is easy for me, though, is typing. Boy howdy, can I type. So years ago I began creating my own digital edition of the scriptures, which I described here. I have continued to develop those scriptures (all four books) – this has proven a terrific way to keep track of ideas and facts picked up through study, and my own reflections on the scriptures. It’s a nice record of the growing importance of the scriptures in my life, it helps me study, and it helps me teach.
A Gospel Dream
By Frank I. Kooyman
A true unvarnished tale that I have heard
From mother’s lips, is on my mind impressed;
And since I know the gospel of our Lord,
I have enjoyed that tale with keenest zest.
My grandsire – long, without the Truth, at rest–
Once had a dream, a vivid dream, that stirred
The peace of soul he had ere it occurred.
He saw the heavenly gate through which the blest
Did enter; he also would fain have gone
Inside, but “Something” said one, “must be done
Ere thou canst go. “No further light was given.
He was perplexed; well-tried and faithful soul,
Who earnestly had striven for life’s goal!
Yet murmured not at the decree of heaven.
And since that time this dream was on his mind;
“Some law of heaven,” he said, “I must obey;”
But never a solution he did find,
For half a century did rest his clay
Ere came a messenger of God that way.
The dreamer left his simple tale behind,
And when the Truth his grandsons did illume,
To Zion’s Mount they sped without delay.
Grandfather’s dream, although not understood
In full by him, has had its power for good.
And he himself? Why, this devoted spirit,
While lacking light, had disappointment spared,
And for the Law of Entrance was prepared,
Obeyed by all who heavenly bliss inherit.
From the Relief Society Magazine, April 1946 –
Digging for Happiness
By Elizabeth Adamson
Myra’s thoughts, as she walked home from Relief Society meeting, were a trifle confused. She had hated to tell Sister Packham that she had definitely decided she wouldn’t keep on with her class lessons. And Sister Packham had been so nice about it; but her parting words traced an indelible line through Myra’s mind. “I hope you’ll reconsider, Myra. You’ll make a wonderful teacher. Just try it once more. We all have hidden talents that give us a pleasurable surprise when we dig them out and use them. And it’s surprising how much genuine joy and satisfaction we get in the process of digging.”
By Arleen Sessions Bogue
The quiet hand of trust,
The busy hand of making,
And two hands clasped in prayer
First thing upon awaking;
The happiness of giving
Without possessive fear;
The peace in the forgiving
Of someone who is dear;
A humble place of learning
Truth in words and deeds;
A constant faith that heaven
Will supply our needs;
While each performs his part;
The warmth of being wanted
By some loving heart;
A place to hurry back to
And know as you are known;
The spark of inspiration;
These make a house, a home.
From the Relief Society Magazine, 1958 –
by Mabel Law Atkinson
Diane Tyler smiled warmly as she wrote the words:
Yes, dearest Sis, I’m very sure I’m doing the right thing. Very, very sure. I know it must seem rather queer to you, and I can just hear you saying to your Fred, “Imagine1 a schoolteacher who has taught for twenty-five years falling in love like a schoolgirl!” I don’t blame you, Suzanne darling, not a bit, but if you will think of me as a schoolgirl grown up, it will seem perfectly normal and proper, will it not? anyway, it’s true, so wish me joy. You may even congratulate me when you write. I can see no reason why not. Don’t you think a girl or woman who gets a good husband should be congratulated?
Please answer the minute you get this, for since you can’t come to my wedding, I would like you to write me my first letter addressed to Mrs. Richard Nordley.
I must close. Someone is knocking, and I think it is Richard.
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Lesson 34: “Keep the Ordinances, as I Delivered Them”
I Corinthians 11-16
Purpose: To help class members recognize the importance of living according to the doctrines of the gospel and receiving priesthood ordinances.
1. Husbands’ and wives’ relationships with each other and with the Lord
2. The purpose of the Sacrament
3. The importance of all spiritual gifts
4. The resurrection and the degrees of glory
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