From the Editor

My grandfather, the good steward

My grandpa Leo, my dad’s father, lived most of his life in what is now the tough part of the city of Saginaw. The neighborhood wasn’t always that way, though. I remember seeing photos of how it was when my dad was a child. It was the picture of middle America, with neatly mown lawns and well-tended hedges. Front porches were tidy and flower gardens adorned the side lawns. Grandpa’s house was no exception.

Keeping your promises

Keeping your promises is a whole lot more important than you might think because breaking a promise damages – really damages – your character. It not only changes how others regard you, it also ruins your own feelings of self-worth. After all, if you deliberately break your promise, what good are you? Why should anyone trust you anymore? People will doubt your reliability.

My glasses help my eyes see, the commandments help our souls see

On the ride home from the ophthalmologist’s office, I noticed something rather strange. As I looked out on the world, I could see that trees had individual leaves on their branches – they weren’t just amorphous bunches of green. I was able to see the world in greater detail than ever before and my school work steadily improved. I could see things in the distance that I had previously been unable to distinguish. With the assistance of new lenses, I was able to see the world as never before. The commandments function as kinds of “lenses” for us.


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