Jesus Christ

One prophet whose story is told in the Book of Mormon is that of Ammon. Ammon was a missionary but found himself working as a shepherd to the king for a time. During this time, he saved the king’s sheep, which brought him to the attention of the royal family. Naturally, he took advantage of the situation to teach the gospel of Jesus Christ to the king, who was so overcome by the spirit he fainted and did not regain consciousness for several days. With the exception of his wife, everyone thought he was dead. His wife called for Ammon and said she believed her husband was still alive. Ammon went into the king and agreed, promising her through revelation that he would awaken the next day. He asked her if she believed him and she said she did. She had a new-found testimony of the gospel and Ammon praised her great faith. The Holy Ghost was so strongly present during this experience that both the queen and Ammon also fainted. Witnessing all of this was a... Read the rest of this entry »

In this world full of trouble, sin, hardship and challenges, it would seem that there is no hope. That there is nothing to hold on to or rely on. But I testify that this is not true. The Lord Jesus Christ came down to this earth and took upon himself our pains, sins, sufferings and death. He made it possible for all wrongs to be made right. Because of Him we will all be resurrected from the dead. Because of Him we can find peace even in the most difficult and distressing times of our life. It is through the gospel of Jesus Christ that we can find safety for the soul and peace. In the Book of Mormon, a record of God’s dealings with the ancient inhabitants of the American continent, it testifies of Jesus Christ and His mission. It says: And he shall go forth, suffering pains and afflictions and temptations of every kind; and this that the word might be fulfilled which saith he will take upon him the pains and the sicknesses of his people. And he will... Read the rest of this entry »

By Tessa Joy McMillan As an eight year old, I was extremely excited to have a room of my own. But it was not like other rooms. It was an attic: twenty foot vaulted ceilings, exposed wooden beams, spider webs, protruding nails, hard wood floors, and a column of brick created an exciting atmosphere. But to make my room even more amazing, my dad hung an attic swing from one of the large wooden beams. During severe thunderstorms, I would sit on my swing and move to and fro to the pitter-patter of the rain. Life was good on my swing. Read the rest of this entry »  Read More →