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By George D. Durrant
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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." |
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By George D. Durrant
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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. |
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By George D. Durrant
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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. |
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By George D. Durrant
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I bear you my testimony that I too receive many revelations daily. Let me tell you of those I received yesterday. |
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By George D. Durrant
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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. |
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By George D. Durrant
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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... |
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By George D. Durrant
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A missionary showing dignity and respect calls his companion "Elder Clark." He knows that that is more appropriate than calling him "Clark" or "Robert" or "Robbie." He just senses that. No one needs to remind him. He calls his president, "President" rather than "pres." He does that because his inward dignity and respect causes him to sense that that is the way it should be. |
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By Author Unknown
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Bill Brown made a million, Bill Brown, think of that. That boy you remember, As poor as a rat. |
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By Author Unknown
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Yogurt is the world's worst stuff. If we were to take all the yogurt that could be found and ship it to the moon it would certainly make me happy. I had a friend once that actually ate some of it and wasn't the least bit ashamed. |
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By Elder Bruce R. McConkie
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I am called of God. My authority is above that of the kings of the earth. |
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