the real miracles (Maxwell)

Seeing a prodigal return is a marvelous thing. To see someone, in the words of scripture, who comes to himself and resolves that “I will go to my Father” is a marvelous journey for someone to make. The joy comes in seeing someone who has been crusty and difficult to deal with become more meek, or to see a family really come to love and appreciate each other. Those are the real miracles.

The multitude were fed five thousand loaves and fishes, yet they were hungry again the next day. But Jesus is the Bread of Life, and if we partake thereof then we will never be hungry again. The most lasting miracles are the miracles of transformation in people’s lives. These give one much joy, and while we can’t cause these to happen, the Lord lets us, at times, be instruments in that process. This brings us great joy.

Elder Neal A. Maxwell

miracles

http://jdquotes.wordpress.com/2011/08/26/miracles/

the Lord protected the members of Zion’s Camp

http://jdquotes.wordpress.com/2011/06/10/the-lords-protection-of-zions-camp/

No Way to Extract Himself

A few years after the pioneers arrived in the Salt Lake Valley, a young man took an ox team up Millcreek Canyon on a cold winter day to get logs to build a house. It was extremely cold, and the snow was deep. His sled held five large logs. After he loaded the first one, he turned around to load another. In that instant, the log already on the sled—22 feet long and about 10 inches in diameter—slipped off the sled and rolled down on him, striking him in the hollow of his legs. He was thrown face-forward across the four logs still on the ground and pinned there, alone, with no way to extract himself. He knew he would freeze to death and die alone in the mountains.

“The next thing this young pioneer remembered was waking up, sitting on a load of five logs nicely bound on his sled with his oxen pulling the load down the canyon. In his personal history he wrote, ‘Who it was that extricated me from under the log, loaded my sled, hitched my oxen to it, and placed me on it, I cannot say’ (Marriner Wood Merrill, in Jeaneen Merrill Anderson, “Pinned to the Ground,” Church News, Sept. 6, 1997, 16). Thirty-three years later, that young pioneer, Marriner Wood Merrill, was ordained an Apostle.

Dallin H. Oaks, Miracles, Ensign, June 2001, 10