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Title Volume 08, Number 3, 4, Autumn-Winter 1973
Subject Periodicals; Mormons; Religious thought; Philosophy and religion
Description Independent national quarterly established to express Mormon culture and examine the relevance of religion to secular life. It is edited by Mormons who wish to bring their faith into dialogue with human experience as a whole and to foster artistic and scholarly achievement based on their cultural heritage. The journal encourages a variety of viewpoints; although every effort is made to insure accurate scholarship and responsible judgment, the views expressed are those of the individual authors and are not necessarily those of the Mormon Church or of the editors.
Publisher Dialogue Foundation, 900 Hilgard Avenue, Los Angeles, California 90024
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Contributors Rees, Robert A.
Date 1973
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Source Dialogue: Vol 8 No 3, 4
Description 150 I Dialogue is married and in dental school." She looked over at Steve. "How does it feel to be back home, Steve? Your parents certainly are grateful to have you back all safe and. sound, aren't they." "Yes." Richard hadn't gone on a mission or been in the army. "But we haven't seen you out to church. I asked the bishop if he had seen you." "I haven't made it yet." "Oh." The bishop had come by the house to welcome him home, and the president of the elders quorum had phoned twice to invite him to play on the ward softball team. Behind Mrs. Anderson on top of the first filing cabinet was a display rack of Books of Mormon and three tracts, "Joseph Smith Tells His Own Story," "The Plan of Salvation," and "A Practical Gospel." Dr. Jensen had been a bishop for ten years, and now he was in the Provo Stake presidency. He prayed before every operation he performed, and his patients often asked him to bless them. Steve's body was very heavy. He never thought anymore about having the priesthood. He had always liked the idea of God and Jesus Christ. Things slipped in and out of focus. He was afraid he would forget how to tie his shoes or to button his shirt. He had lettered in tennis and basketball at Provo High. "Have you found a job yet, Steve?" "No." He opened the magazine. "What are you doing with all of your spare time before school starts at BYU?" "I don't know. I like to listen to music." He had bought over a hundred dollars worth of new records. He lay in the dark in his room and tried to keep his burning body full of soft sound. He wanted to fade into the darkness and the sound. He had always had a sense of order. "Well, you boys who have been in Vietnam deserve to rest a week or two before you get back into harness. I guess you were able to do a lot of missionary work with your army friends while you were in Vietnam and preach the gospel, weren't you, Steve? I understand that some returned missionaries make more converts in the army than they do on their missions because they're such good examples." "I suppose that some of them do." He had thought that he could never lose what he had felt the two years he was on his mission in southern California. Elder Decker had been killed outside of Bien Hoa in an ambush. They knelt to pray together three and four times a day by the bunk beds, bore their testimonies to each other before they went out each morning tracting, had a scripture memorization contest going. They testified daily to the truthfulness of the gospel, Jesus Christ, the atonement, redemption, blessed the sick, performed marriages, and, dressed in white, they baptized, felt that they were walking on air half the time because they had so many good investigators. Six months after his release he was in Vietnam. They washed their garments themselves in the sink, always joking about what the girls back home would say. He had to stop himself from thinking about Elder Decker, control his mind so that he wouldn't turn completely to soft metal. His mother had sent him the Church Section and the Improvement Era, but after the first month in Vietnam he couldn't read them anymore. His battalion had gone in twice to rescue ambushed outfits. Both times it was the same. He had heard about Elder Decker through another returned missionary he met in Saigon. The phone rang again. Steve turned the pages of the Life magazine. He had
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