Kara’s stomach tightened when she arrived for her shift at the book shop. A police officer stood at the old, historic brick building’s south side, taking pictures. Large letters written in black spray paint sprawled along its length. Kara looked away quickly when its obscene message began to register in her mind. How could someone do this? The outside of the building was ruined!
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For this week’s parable, I quote a dream that President Joseph F. Smith, sixth President of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, had when he was a youth. As a missionary serving in Hawaii and struggling to learn the language of the people or preach with any confidence, not to mention without much money to live on, he felt dejected. But his frame of mind changed when the following dream came to him one night.
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John leaped from the pier to the deck of the cabin cruiser, eager to embark on his day at sea. He grinned as he scanned the eastern horizon barely pink with the first rays of sunlight.
“Welcome aboard!” The captain offered a casual salute. His white uniform contrasted sharply with his deeply tanned, weathered features—the perfect image of a seafaring captain. “Are you ready to catch a big one?”
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In one city, three women by the names of Andrea, Barbara, and Cora contracted the same illness on the same day. If left untreated, the disease was eventually terminal—but if the treatment were administered by a specialist in time, physicians could guarantee recovery. The course of treatment usually took several weeks.
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