Danette’s Reviews > Twelve Baskets of Crumbs > Status Update

"Ye are my witnesses that ye might know and believe me and understand that I am he." There's our primary responsibility; to know him. I can't be a witness unless I've seen something, unless I know what it is I am to testify to.

Because missionary work looks like failure, it does not follow that it is. Our Savior's work looked like a failure. He made no mistakes either in what He taught or in the way of teaching it, and He succeeded, though not to the eyes of men.

For many years it was customary for churches to "give" speakers "whatever the Lord laid on their hearts," and sometimes it looked as though the Lord were not aware of the price of gasoline.

The ordinary courtesy which requires a person to groom himself for the sake of the rest of us seems an inadequate reason to many.

The most important requirement (for marriage) is companionablity. Is this the man you want to spend the rest of your life with? The rest of your life? All sorts of people are interesting for a while. Lots of people are amusing and fun and the sort we want to meet at parties and do othings with, but they're like New York City-"nice to visit but you wouldn't want to live there." Marriage is living there.

She said: Stop being unpaid housekeepers! Unpaid housekeepers? Oh come on now, I said to her. What sort of pay do you want, anyway? It depends, I suppose, on what sort of woman you are. I, for one, will keep house for love, but not for money. Not on your life. And who said anybody had to keep house? As I recall, my husband asked me to marry him. He made a proposal. I liked it, so I took it. It was purely voluntary.

Suppose even that your husband-when you stop for once to look at him, to think about him as a person and as a man-seems to you to be the best man you know?
Tell them.
Tell them now.

How many are free enough from themselves to recognize the worth of others and to speak of it honestly? Tell them now. Tell it like it is is the watchword today. But suppose it's lovely? Suppose it's actually beautiful? It seems to me that life is all too short to let embarrassment deprive us and our friends of the pleasure of telling the happy truth.

We all know that the truth often hurts. We use this cliche as a defense for having hurt someone, and sometimes it is indeed necessry to tell this kind of truth. But there is truth which does not hurt-truth which encourages and surprises with delight and gratitude.