In a political climate marked by increased callousness and even cruelty, loving your “opponent” can feel like an act of beautiful defiance. I’ve found it remarkably healing to choose connection over division. After a particularly contentious election years ago, I found myself walking through a grocery store mentally putting people in boxes based on how I thought they had voted. I recall moving through the aisles surrounded by people who I assumed were operating with a complet

As many of us are stretching into warmer days, and with the recent Artemis II mission, I have been thinking and marveling at our Earth. My heart turned toward gratitude — especially in a week where we’ve celebrated Earth Day. It’s a fitting time to reflect on the beauty of creation and the responsibility we carry as stewards of it. I think back to growing up in the foothills of the Wasatch Mountains, where the rhythms of nature shaped so many meaningful moments. Snow-covered

In the beginning of the Book of Mormon, we are introduced to two prophets: one mature, and one who was in so many ways still a boy. Lehi, the older, receives a vision that Jerusalem will be destroyed, but his reaction is not to pack his bags and run as far away from the city as possible. Rather, he immediately walks into the streets and preaches repentance to anyone who will listen. No one does, but his faith in a people so doomed to wickedness and destruction is significant

On September 15, 2001, a local gas station owner here in Mesa, AZ, Balbir Singh Sodhi, was planting flowers on the perimeter of his property for an event that weekend honoring those lost in the 9/11 attacks just four days prior. He was shot five times in what was considered the first retaliatory hate crime committed in response to 9/11. On the 20th anniversary of his horrific death, I had the beautiful opportunity to sit at the memorial service remembering the life of this i

I’ve played the cello for almost 20 years now. My childhood and high school years were filled with private lessons, school orchestras, community orchestras, and improv playing with my musically talented family and friends. Throughout college and more recent years, my cello has collected dust only to be brought out a few times a year and is now, very sadly, sitting in its case in my closet. Despite my neglect, I have a deep love for the instrument. You may have heard of the

Jesus Christ is powerful. But His power looks different from worldly power. His power is found in virtue, in peace, in forgiveness, in mercy, in true justice (not vengeance), and in love.

Every March, my husband and I attend a St Patrick’s Day breakfast in Boston. The event is social and political theater — imagine the world depicted in every stereotypical Boston film or TV show, and you would not be far off. The room is crowded, the accents are thick, the chatter is loud, the auction is raucous and the jokes roll out. Typically, governors, mayors, members of Congress and countless local and state politicians all sit cheek by jowl in a very small and crowded s

On a recent date night with my husband, I was busy rattling off all the things that were causing me stress. Every good date starts with a complaint session — I’m sure this is included in the expert advice to keep the spark alive in a marriage after 25 years, right?! Thankfully, he is compassionate and well trained, so he patiently listened to my list. I concluded my rant with “writing a Sabbath Devotional for work” as one of the most dreaded tasks on my list. I started in on

On Saturday morning I woke to the news that my country had bombed another country which was notorious for its determination to bomb still other countries. I have spoken with enough armed dissidents to believe that war and bombs are complicated things. And, indeed, this news felt very complicated. Because I really hate violence. The prospect of bullets or bombs being turned against real, breathing humans is so horrible. But last year, my husband interviewed dozens of people i