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The Quorum

You have to check out what is going on over at The Shepherd's Watch.  I mentioned it in my last post, but it's better when you can see it in action.  Different members of the elders quorum in my ward are taking turns sharing their personal scripture study with the rest of the quorum.  What's interesting is that the idea of scripture study is extending beyond the traditional definition of scripture—the standard works of the Church—to include the words of living prophets and apostles.  It may not be the conventional definition, but it is a doctrinally sound one.

I'm looking forward to the next few entries and then getting together on Sunday to discuss the exercise as a quorum.  Here are some highlights from what has been posted so far.
  • Bill Bailey shows how much there is to gain from reading even a few verses a night with young children who may not be able to handle much more.  Whenever I read 1 Nephi 11:31 from now on, I'll think of Bill identifying the "epic symbolism of the power of God over literally the scariest/most troubling things on Earth (disease, devils, etc.)."
  • Aaron Wight shares a conversation and the doctrinal basis behind a conversation that starts with the question, "What am I raising you to be?"  I won't share the answer here.  You need to read it.  But there is treasure in the response.
  • Michael Ellerbeck literally shows us his study notes for a passage in Alma.  It's fascinating.  They're just notes, but the last few lines are emotionally moving.
  • Johnny Walker shares the process by which he has gained insight from Bishop Barker and Elder Uchtdorf.  It embodies the kind of striving that transforms a Sunday meeting from just a class to a brotherhood.  

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