Those former athletes include Elder S. Gifford Nielsen, Elder Brian K. Taylor, and Devin Durrant. Learn more about Elder S. Nielsen spoke in October of He also gave a talk during Priesthood Session on Saturday. Obedience and Charity Choi Chung Lap. How Many Apples from a Seed? Julio Cesar Sonoda. Islands of Light R. Val Johnson. Go the Extra Mile Lisa M. Interview Lisa H. Temple Preparation Game Marlene Thomas. He looked at the dollar again and again, turned around and could see nobody, then proceeded to put on the other shoe; when to his great surprise he found another dollar.
His feelings overcame him. Out of those simple little meetings, held in the parlor of our old home, came something indescribable and wonderful. Our love for our parents was strengthened. Our love for brothers and sisters was enhanced. Our love for the Lord was increased. An appreciation for simple goodness grew in our hearts.
These wonderful things came about because our parents followed the counsel of the President of the Church. I have learned something tremendously significant out of that. In that old home, we knew that our father loved our mother. That was another of the great lessons of my boyhood. I have no recollection of ever hearing him speak unkindly to her or of her.
He encouraged her in her individual Church activities and in neighborhood and civic responsibilities. She had much of native talent, and he encouraged her to use it. Her comfort was his constant concern.
We looked upon them as equals, companions who worked together and loved and appreciated one another as they loved us. She likewise encouraged him, did everything in the world to make him happy. At the age of fifty, she developed cancer. He was solicitous of her every need. I recall our family prayers, with his tearful pleadings and our tearful pleadings.
Of course there was no medical insurance then. He would have spent every dollar he owned to help her. He did, in fact, spend very much. He took her to Los Angeles in search of better medical care. But it was to no avail. That was sixty-two years ago, but I remember with clarity my brokenhearted father as he stepped off the train and greeted his grief-stricken children. We walked solemnly down the station platform to the baggage car, where the casket was unloaded and taken by the mortician.
This has had an effect on me all of my life. I also came to know something of death—the absolute devastation of children losing their mother—but also of peace without pain, and the certainty that death cannot be the end of the soul.
We felt that security, that peace, that quiet strength which comes to families who pray together, work together, and help one another. As a boy I came to believe in that divine commandment. I think it is such a great commandment from the Lord. If it were only observed more widely, there would be far less misery in the homes of the people.
Instead of backbiting, accusation, argument, there would be appreciation and respect and quiet love. My father is long since gone. I have become a father, and a grandfather, and a great-grandfather. The Lord has been very kind. I have experienced my share of disappointments, of failures, of difficulties. But on balance, life has been very good. I have tried to live it with enthusiasm and appreciation.
I have known much of happiness, oh, so very much. The root of it all, I believe, was planted in my childhood and nurtured in the home, the school, and the ward in which I grew, where I learned simple but important lessons in living. I cannot be grateful enough. My heart aches, and I grieve, when I see the tragedy of so many broken homes, of homes where husbands do not seem to know how to treat their wives, of homes where children are abused and grow to become the abusers of another generation.
None of this tragedy is necessary. I know it is not. Brethren, will you forgive me for taking your time to talk in a personal way as I have done? I did not know how to say what I wanted to say without doing so. Fathers, be good men, that your wives will speak of you with love and appreciation and your children will remember you with gratitude everlasting, I humbly pray in the name of Jesus Christ, amen.
April The Temple of the Lord Thomas S. Keeping Covenants M. Russell Ballard. The Lord of Life J. Richard Clarke. Keep the Faith Richard C. Center fielder Fred Snodgrass signaled that he would take it. He came squarely under the ball, which fell into his glove—then went right through his hands and fell to the ground! He had caught hundreds of fly balls before.
But now, at this crucial moment, he had dropped the ball. The Boston Red Sox won the series. Snodgrass played brilliant ball for nine more years. In a American football game held in Pasadena, California, a player named Roy Riegels recovered a fumble and ran almost the length of the field toward the wrong goal line.
He was tackled and brought down by one of his own teammates, thus preventing a score for the other team. He had lost his sense of direction in a moment of stress.
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