Three times I met this Jesus of Nazareth. And each time I felt strange and confused in his presence. Each time he gently spoke three simple words: "Come Unto Me."

Daddy's happy laugh rolled around the small room of the little white house and mingled with excited giggles of the three small girls. Not much of a Christmas this year, 1926, but love and laughter made the candles in the windows flicker more brightly.

An address by the Cardinals in the Roman Catholic Church to Pope Pius III in 1503, which is preserved in the National Library of Paris, Folio 1068, Vol. II, pp 650-651.

I recall a missionary with whom I talked on a cold winter's day in Kentucky—just he and I alone in a little office. His eyes moistened as he said, "I get the feeling that Mom and Dad wonder why we aren't baptizing anyone." Tears fell as he tried to continue. "They had such high hopes for me, and I'm letting them down. I try, President, I really try; but I just can't seem to do it."

It's hard to single out one principle that is more important than others. But it seems to me that we (you and me and all of us) need desperately to be able to repent. There's probably no one quite so excited as the person who has repented and knows he's on the right track.

On my wall is the big chart that holds each of your pictures. To look at the whole board is confusing. It's just a sea of faces. But when my eyes focus upon you—just you—I have a feeling of love sweep through me.

I bear you my testimony that I too receive many revelations daily. Let me tell you of those I received yesterday.

The assistants and I were driving north toward Nashville after having spent two days in Chattanooga. A carload of young men came up behind us rather rapidly and pulled alongside us. They looked over at us. We were dressed in our white shirts and ties. They were dressed differently.

Our first-string center had just fouled out. The coach had no one to turn to but me. Not much time remained when I left the bench upon which I had spent almost all of my basketball career. With only seconds remaining the score was tied and I was fouled. All eyes were upon me as I placed my toe as close as I could to the line. Pressure bore heavily upon my shoulders. Dear old American Fork High could win or lose, depending upon me. I released the ball and...