We patch up our world by tearing our religion into pieces. So that neither our religion remains, nor what we are patching.

Religion cannot survive, whole and effective, when it is confined to one single compartment of life and education. Religion is either all or it is nothing; either it dwarfs all profane studies or it is dwarfed by them.

We are living in such sweetness that if kings knew about it, they would fight us over it with their swords.

We have a message, and our message is a message of mercy and love and hope. That really is the message of Islam. But let me warn myself and you. If we can't practice that within ourselves, we are in no position of trying to even pretend to lead others to this religion. We are only driving them away sometimes, unless Allah's care takes them and brings them to us. That's the fact.

We are caught in an inescapable network of mutuality, tied in a single garment of destiny.

Atheism is a non-prophet organization.

The wheels have been in motion for a long time. Your victory has been inevitable. Never before has it been as obvious as it is at this moment. Science is the new god.

Medicine, electronic communications, space travel, genetic manipulation… these are the miracles about which we now tell our children. These are the miracles we herald as proof that science will bring us the answers. The ancient stories of immaculate conceptions, burning bushes, and parting seas are no longer relevant. God has become obsolete. Science has won the battle. We concede.

But science’s victory has cost every one of us. And it has cost us deeply.

Science may have alleviated the miseries of disease and drudgery and provided an array of gadgetry for our entertainment and convenience, but is has left us in a world with out wonder. Our sunsets have been reduced to wavelengths and frequencies. The complexities of the universe have been shredded into mathematical equations. Even our self-worth as human beings has been destroyed. Science proclaims that Planet Earth and its inhabitants are a meaningless speck in the grand scheme. A cosmic accident. Even the technology that promises to unite us, divides us. Each of us is now electronically connected to the globe, and yet we feel utterly alone. We are bombarded with violence, division, fracture, and betrayal. Skepticism has become a virtue. Cynicism and demand for proof has become enlightened thought. Is it any wonder that humans now feel more depressed and defeated than they have at any point in human history? Does science hold anything sacred? Science looks for answers by probing our unborn fetuses. Science even presumes to rearrange our own DNA. It shatters God’s world into smaller and smaller pieces in quest of meaning… and all it finds is more questions.

Parents are cautioned against establishing false traditions in the home, You will remember the Jewish people were so steeped in their traditions before the days of Jesus, they did not recognize the Christ when He came among them. False traditions in Church families could also find us unprepared to receive the Christ when He comes again...

The die has been cast. The decision has been made. I am a disciple of Christ. I won't look back, let up, slow down, or be still. My past is redeemed, my present is defined, and my future is secure. I'm finished and done with low living, small planning, smooth knees, colorless dreams, tamed visions, worldly talking, cheap giving, and dwarfed goals. I no longer need pre-eminence, positions, promotions, plaudits or popularity. I don't have to be right, first, recognized, praised, regarded, or rewarded. I now live by faith, lean on His presence, walk with patience, am uplifted by prayer, and labor with power. My face is set, my gait is fast, and my goal is Eternal Life. My road is narrow, my way is rough, my companions are few, my guide is reliable, my mission is clear. I cannot be bought, compromised, detoured, lured away, divided, or delayed. I will not flinch in the face of sacrifice, hesitate in the presence of the adversary, negotiate at the table of the enemy, ponder at the pool of popularity, or meander in the maze of mediocrity. I won't give up, hold up, or let up until I have stayed up, stored up and paid up for the cause of Christ. I must go 'til He comes, give 'til I drop, preach 'til all know, and work until He stops me. And when He returns for his own, He will have no problem recognizing me. My banner will be clear.

Every time you kick ‘Mormonism’ you kick it upstairs; you never kick it downstairs. The Lord Almighty so orders it.