The Good Report
"We believe in being honest, true, chaste, benevolent, virtuous, and in doing good to all men; indeed, we may say that we follow the admonition of Paul—We believe all things, we hope all things, we have endured many things, and hope to be able to endure all things. If there is anything virtuous, lovely, or of good report or praiseworthy, we seek after these things." - Articles of Faith 1:13 (Disclaimer: I am not an official spokesman for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints)
Wednesday, September 23, 2026
«La chiave per il cuore della Lucania: Un saggio sul libro di Carlo Levi Cristo si è fermato a Eboli»
Friday, August 18, 2023
Lucy Thomas
Last night as I was preparing to help my dad with a presentation for Fathom the Good, we met a beautiful young lady named Lucy who reminded my dad of a singer named Lucy Thomas. I had heard of Lucy Mack Smith and Lucy from C.S. Lewis' Chronicles of Narnia, but because I had never heard of Lucy Thomas, I decided to look her up later on YouTube... Holy Smokes! What a beauty, and what a voice.
Monday, May 15, 2023
The Gospel of Intelligence and Culture
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| Orson F. Whitney |
- Orson F. Whitney, "Home Literature" (Mormon Literature Website)
Wednesday, March 15, 2023
Friday, March 10, 2023
The Kry
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| The Kry |
- "Prends ma main" ("Take my hand")
Tuesday, November 15, 2022
The Velveteen Rabbit
- "If I find in myself desires which nothing in this world can satisfy, the only logical explanation is that I was made for another world." - C.S. Lewis, Mere Christianity
- "That unnameable something, desire for which pierces us like a rapier at the smell of bonfire, the sound of wild ducks flying overhead, the title of The Well at the World’s End, the opening lines of Kubla Khan, the morning cobwebs in late summer, or the noise of falling waves." - C.S. Lewis, Pilgrim's Regress"
- It has always seemed to me, ever since early childhood, amid all the commonplaces of life, I was very near to a kingdom of ideal beauty. Between it and me hung only a thin veil. I could never draw it quite aside, but sometimes a wind fluttered it and I caught a glimpse of the enchanting realms beyond-only a glimpse-but those glimpses have always made life worthwhile." - L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables
- «Voici mon secret. Il est très simple: on ne voit bien qu'avec le cœur. L'essentiel est invisible pour les yeux.» "And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye." - Le Petit Prince, Antoine de St.-Exupéry
- "All that can be said is that everything in our life happens as though we entered upon it with a load of obligations contracted in a previous existence. There is no reason arising from the conditions of our life on this earth for us to consider ourselves obliged to do good, to be tactful, even to be polite. … All these obligations whose sanction is not of this present life, seem to belong to a different world, founded on kindness, scruples, sacrifices, a world entirely different from this one, a world whence we emerge to be born on this earth, before returning thither, perhaps to live under the empire of those unknown laws we have obeyed because we bore their teaching within us without knowing who had taught us.” (Marcel Proust, La Prisonniere, as quoted in Homo Viator by Gabriel Marcel.)"
- "We recognize what is lovely because we have seen it somewhere else, and as we walk through the world, we are constantly on the watch for it with a kind of nostalgia, so that when we see an object or a person that pleases us, it is like recognizing an old friend; it hits us in the solar plexus, and we need no measuring or lecturing to tell us that it is indeed quite perfect. It is something we have long been looking for, something we have seen in another world, memories of how things should be." - “Goods of First and Second Intent,” Collected Works of Hugh Nibley 9:528"
- "Because children have abounding vitality, because they are in spirit fierce and free, therefore they want things repeated and unchanged. They always say, 'Do it again'; and the grown-up person does it again until he is nearly dead. For grown-up people are not strong enough to exult in monotony. But perhaps God is strong enough to exult in monotony. It is possible that God says every morning, 'Do it again' to the sun; and every evening, 'Do it again' to the moon. It may not be automatic necessity that makes all daisies alike; it may be that God makes every daisy separately, but has never got tired of making them. It may be that He has the eternal appetite of infancy; for we have sinned and grown old, and our Father is younger than we." - G.K. Chesteron, Orthodoxy"
Wednesday, March 9, 2022
We Bore Their Teaching Within Us
| Marcel Proust |
“All that can be said is that everything in our life happens as though we entered upon it with a load of obligations contracted in a previous existence. There is no reason arising from the conditions of our life on this earth for us to consider ourselves obliged to do good, to be tactful, even to be polite. … All these obligations whose sanction is not of this present life, seem to belong to a different world, founded on kindness, scruples, sacrifices, a world entirely different from this one, a world whence we emerge to be born on this earth, before returning thither, perhaps to live under the empire of those unknown laws we have obeyed because we bore their teaching within us without knowing who had taught us.” (Marcel Proust, La Prisonniere, as quoted in Homo Viator by Gabriel Marcel.)
Friday, February 11, 2022
The Boat
Whom Have You Tried to Bless Today?
- Whitney Montgomery
Thursday, January 27, 2022
First-Class Fighting Trim
| C.S. Lewis |
Sunday, January 23, 2022
Deep and Unmet Needs
| Spencer W. Kimball |
Tuesday, January 18, 2022
Ships, Like Men, Respond to Challenge
Tuesday, January 11, 2022
Turn Their Lives Over to God
| President Ezra Taft Benson |
Wednesday, January 5, 2022
Quiet Down, Cobwebs
Song for a Fifth Child
Mother, oh mother, come shake out your cloth!Empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
Hang out the washing and butter the bread,
Sew on a button and make up a bed.
Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She's up in the nursery, blissfully rocking!
Oh, I've grown as shiftless as Little Boy Blue
(Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby, loo).
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
(Pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo).
The shopping's not done and there's nothing for stew
And out in the yard there's a hullabaloo
But I'm playing Kanga and this is my Roo.
Look! Aren't her eyes the most wonderful hue?
(Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo.)
Oh, cleaning and scrubbing will wait till tomorrow,
But children grow up, as I've learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down, cobwebs. Dust, go to sleep.
I'm rocking my baby. Babies don't keep.




