Long ago when a child lay in a manger, a special star appeared. It didn't just show up that evening. It had to have been placed in its orbit centuries before in a trajectory that would make it appear at… — Neal A. Maxwell Copy Share Image
“Long ago it took a Copernicus to tell a provincial world that this planet was not the center of the universe. Some selfish moderns need a Copernican reminder that they are not the center of the universe either!” — Neal A. Maxwell Copy Share Image
Clearly, when we baptize, our eyes should gaze beyond the baptismal font to the holy temple. The great garner into which the sheaves should… — Neal A. Maxwell Copy Share Image
We should not assume; however, that just because something is unexplainable by us, it is unexplainable. — Neal A. Maxwell Copy Share Image
Naive optimism and pervasive pessimism are both to be avoided, therefore. It's not an easy balance to maintain, to be asked to work away… — Neal A. Maxwell Copy Share Image
Occasionally some individuals let the seeming ordinariness of life dampen their spirits. Though actually coping and growning, others lack the quiet, inner-soul satisfaction that… — Neal A. Maxwell Copy Share Image
The acceptance of the reality that we are in the Lord's loving hands is only a recognition that we have never really been anywhere… — Neal A. Maxwell Copy Share Image
We can't dwell upon another's ingratitude without using up our time and talents unprofitably. — Neal A. Maxwell Copy Share Image
The winds of tribulation, which blow out some men's candles of commitment, only fan the fires of faith of others. — Neal A. Maxwell Copy Share Image
Frequently, we busily search for group service projects, which are surely needed and commendable, when quiet, personal service is also urgently needed. Sometimes the… — Neal A. Maxwell Copy Share Image
The cumulative weight of all mortal sins--past, present, and future--pressed upon that perfect, sinless, and sensitive Soul! All our infirmities and sicknesses were somehow,… — Neal A. Maxwell Copy Share Image
“When we feel so alone, we cannot presume to teach him who, at the apogee of his agony, trod “the winepress alone” anything about… — Neal A. Maxwell Copy Share Image
