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BYU Bikes

I've been doing some work on this blog to try and gather bike enthusiasts at BYU. Come and take a looksee.

photoshop bike doodle

David O. McKay

I got to spend a couple of days at work preparing photos of President David O. McKay for a website we're putting up. I never thought photoshopping old, dusty, scratched photos could be a spiritual experience, but after an hour or so of staring into this man's face there was no doubt of his mantel and Priesthood:

He was a powerful proclaimer of the Gospel - famous for declaring "every member a missionary!" Under his guidance the Church nearly tripled its stakes and wards. He even consulted the director of "The Ten Commandments" during the film's production.

As I took the scratches out of the ancient, scanned photos, I found it a pleasure to be able to dust the jacket of a Prophet

sacrament

I've been reading through George Herbert's compilation of poetry called The Temple in the last few days. I found this beautiful copy of it at the Harold B. Lee Library that was published in London during the thick of the American Civil War:

The personally inscribed inside cover of the book reveals that book was given as a gift from one affectionate friend to another in the year 1864. Even after 150 years of passing from hand to hand and eventually landing on the shelf of the HBLL, the love of the author, the affectionate friend who purchased it, and the One who inspired it still manages to warm your fingers as you thumb through the pages. The Temple poetically describes the Christian's experience as he moves deeper into the architecture of the church. Finally arriving at the sacrament table the compilation ends with the following poem:

How sweet the Lord's Supper is to the hungry soul. It is the highest form of affection and love, and He invites all guests to his table. No matter how dejected and cast-off we may feel, he will make room for us at his table if we will but sit and eat.

mom

"Now they never had fought, yet they did not fear death; and they did think more upon the liberty of their fathers than they did upon their lives; yea, they had been taught by their mothers, that if they did not doubt, God would deliver them."

-Alma 56:47

flight

There's a hope in every new seed
And every flower that grows upon the earth






The trees grow, the river flows
And its water will wash away my sins






For I do believe that everyone has one chance
To [mess] up their lives






But like a cut down tree, I will rise again
And I'll be bigger and stronger than ever before





For I'm still here hoping that one day you may come back
For I'm still here hoping that one day you may come back