Comments about ‘If God whispers to us, why do we shout to others?’

Congratulations on your willingness to listen tho the Still Small Voice. Having once lost that ability to addiction, may I say that the message God sent me in the extremity of my "rock bottom" was pretty darn loud and very unmistakably inviting me to listen.

What an absolutely wonderful article. I'll pass it on to as many as will read it.

Wonderful Article. Great Reminder. God does speak to us in a whisper. Perhaps, I should start whispering talking to my family in the same room, and perhaps we will have better communication.

That's why a story like this never makes the headlines. Here's the news you need, the stories you want, and the tips you'll actually use. "Dad shoots daughter's laptop over Facebook post." A North Carolina father outraged by his purported teen daughter's "disrespectful" Facebook post gave her a lesson sheâll never forget and neither will her laptop. Jordan's daughter Hannah had apparently posted a lengthy rant streaming with vulgarities to Facebook, accusing her parents of making her life miserable with too many chores, doing the dishes, taking out the trash, and refilling her parents coffee cups. Maybe a few kids can take something away from this. If you're so disrespectful to your parents and yourself to post this kind of thing on Facebook, you're deserving of some tough love. Give a dose of tough love. Parents have a sacred duty to rear their children in love and righteousness, to provide for their physical and spiritual needs, to teach them to love and serve one another, to observe the commandments of God and to be law-abiding citizens wherever they live.

This wonderful article should be required reading for ALL on this planet. Such a great, well written and true principle. Thank you, Jason, for the great reminder!

Very nice. Thank you.

All well and good. And everyone applauds. But there are times when the spirit moves one to testify before King Noah. And though Alma is inspired, Abinadi suffers the pain of death by fire.

Later Alma and his recently reactivated friend, Amulek, witness innocent women and children being cast into flames with spittle-born taunts of "How shall we look when we are damned?" Amulek looked for divine intervention. Alma stayed his hand. It was not to be.

There are many times when prayers, even righteous prayers are met an answer that leaves the blood of the innocent spilled.

Hawn's Mill. Liberty Jail. Carthage. Even Mountain Meadows. And more recently, on the Provo River Parkway Trail.

There is not always a ram in the thicket. But there are tender mercies - even in the midst of great privation. This much is true.

And there is bravery. Great bravery. It is the courage of Christ's final heartbreak among the Sanhedrin - they who should have known and loved him fast and first - honed hate harder than Herod's and delivered him to Pilot. It is the tender heart of a mother leaving for Egypt just ahead of a great lamentation in Rama and children "who are not." She knew some of those mothers. She new their children. She could not save them. She walked to Egypt lamenting Rachel's loss and took sorrows hand again at the foot of a cross - where a new son, beloved by both, lifted her gently and took her home.

Yes. There are tender mercies. One is wisdom. And wisdom's children are delivered by labor and sorrow, her lovely careworn handmaidens.