Last night I was able to watch Elder Oaks’ comments as they were broadcast live over the internet from the The Worlds of Joseph Smith International Academic Conference at the Library of Congress.
Monthly Archives: May 2005
Wearing the Atonement
Steve has an interesting post concerning the coats of skins given to Adam and Eve after they had transgressed the commandment by partaking of the fruit but before they had been thrust out of the garden.
Steve says
I can picture Jehovah making these coats of skins for the naked, humiliated Adam and Eve; they realize now that their time in Eden is over, and that their relationship with their Father will never be the same. I imagine that those first garments were made for them lovingly, made of sturdy stuff to face that lone, dreary world. Sure, there must have been an instruction to them about what these clothes meant, and I picture them listening, and wondering what it all meant…
Steve develops this idea further and I encourage you to comment on his thoughts over at his post. There is an aspect of the clothing of Adam and Eve that I would like to discuss here, however.
An heroic mother: Mary Fielding Smith
Some of you may already know this story about Mary Fielding Smith, but in anticipation of Mother’s Day, I think it’s worth repeating. Here is the account of her pioneering trek from Winter Quarter’s to Salt Lake. As you may know, she was the mother of the prophet Joseph F. Smith, and she died when her sons were still young. This story tells the interesting circumstance of one of her prophecies being fulfilled.
Guest Post: Missing Church
By Tanya Spackman
The last couple of weeks I was on a business trip in a different state. I had to work one of the Sundays I was there, so missed church. Surprisingly, I even drove by the local LDS church each day on my way to work. I’m lucky in that I rarely miss church due to work; in the 5 years I’ve had this job, this is only the second time I’ve had to work on Sunday. I occassionally miss church due to illness or travel (non-work related), but I’m almost always attending some ward on any given Sunday.
Cleaners in the House of an Angry God
Thursday, April 28, 2005
10:05 pm. The elevator lifts me to ground level. I enter an anteroom of sorts, already half-filled with antsy looking guys in work clothes and a woman of obvious authority.
10:10 pm. Everyone having arrived, she splits us into groups. Our group of fifteen or so follows the lady, through a few hallways and doorways. We step through one of many doors, but suddenly, each of us is quieted by the immensity of the space we’ve stepped into. The main auditorium of the Conference Center is breathtakingly large, even to one who has been here before.