Cold feet

I can relate. I spent the first month in the mission field frozen solid. 
 

A little deeper

This was in my sketchbook, and my plan was to leave it there. But it kept nudging me, and making me think. 

When I was eight, I was pretty sure I understood what baptism was. Then as a missionary, I learned more and understood more, and saw the change it made in people’s lives. 

Now I’m a little bit older, and I’m learning more and understanding more about this important ordinance. I better understand where Nicodemus was coming from. Like so many things in the gospel, there are layers and levels of meaning. 
 

Halfway there

The new semester just started in our local schools. It's possible I heard this line not from a student...but rather a member of the faculty or staff. Possibly.
 

Sketchbook: Heaven’s Gate

This is less of an outright gag and more of, well, a sketchbook. With Come, Follow Me, we’ve had a lot of discussion on repentance — what it is and what it isn’t. I’ve heard people say they haven’t had to repent for months, yet I hear admonitions from leadership exhorting us to repent daily. 

This much I know: the more we repent, the less time we’ll have to wait in line. 
 

The Family of the Baskervilles

Actually, I think Sherlock Holmes would be an amazing genealogist. He could certainly track down the most hidden of ancestors
 

Down for the count

Sometimes people forget that sitting in a pew at church doesn't make one invisible. It's amazing the things that ward clerks see when they make the count.
 

What is this stuff coming down?

This is the kind of thing we run into all the time in the Pacific Northwest.