At the first of my mission, I must admit, I was somewhat less than enthusiastic about tracting and street contacting. I had always been rather shy, and the thought of approaching complete strangers about the Gospel terrified me. I was willing to teach them, but let someone else go find them. It wasn't long before I decided that I must surely hate door-knocking more than any other missionary in the mission. I even remember faking ringing the doorbell when it was my door a couple of times.

More than 6,000 years ago, Father Adam received the commandment, "In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread." (Gen. 3:19.)

The train was crowded, so I stood by the door and gazed out the window. It was hot, and the scorched Apennine Mountains seemed dry, brown, and uninteresting. "You'll love the Apennines," said a man selling oranges at the station. Impressive or not, they weren't foremost on my mind. I was a new zone leader, and I wanted to baptize.

What I shall say I could say much better if we were alone, just the two of us. It would be easier also if we had come to know one another, and had that kind of trust which makes it possible to talk of serious, even sacred things.

I'll never forget that day in the mission field when I received my last transfer. I knew it was coming. The president had indicated there would be changes in the mission leadership, and I imagined all along that I would be called to serve the last six months of my mission as a zone leader. I was excited about the prospects.

If there are problems in the mission that you can give me light on so that I can help your president and help you, that's what I'd like. If there are situations that are difficult, if there are problems that are unknown—let me give you one example.

Once upon a time there was a little kingdom called Rayad. The tiny people who inhabited this kingdom were called Rayadites. They lived happily, sharing and caring about each other. Life was good to them. There were only a few things they needed to watch out for; for instance, chocolate cake or wearing the color red. If any Rayadite ever ate chocolate cake or wore red, his spirit would become weakened and he would care less and less about himself and the rules of the kingdom.

Once upon a time, there was a mighty man named Thor who, though born of mortal parents, seemed anything but mortal to those around him. He was stronger than any ox, faster than a pack of running wolves, and more clever than a fox. His friends praised him, and his enemies greatly feared him.

A Heavenly Manifestation given to Heber Q. Hale, President of the Boise Stake of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, as related by him at the Genealogical Conference held in the auditorium of the Bishops Building, Salt Lake City, Utah on October 1920, requested by the Presidency of the Church of 1920.

I met him just once—at a sacrament meeting held with the LDS servicemen of the 15th Regiment, 3rd Infantry Division, during the Korean War.  There were about 15 of us crowded into a front-line bunker.  Using our own canteen cups and C-ration crackers, we blessed and partook of the sacrament; and since it was the first Sunday of the month we then turned the time over to the bearing of testimonies.