As a boy, I was puzzled (and disappointed) that God seemed to impose deserty country on his chosen peoples. Palestine? That parched land hardly seemed like bargain real estate. The Great Basin? Who’d want that passed-over, sagebrushy parcel? Did the great Promiser-in-the-Sky think dry hardship would be desirable for those he loved most—or was he …
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Right Where We Stand
During my childhood, family home evening was always a sporadic event that coincided with bursts of belief within my parents—not belief in the gospel, but belief in their own ability to actually establish some sort of household structure. During these optimistic times, they would schedule home teaching visits or family home evenings—fueled by the same …