By: Ardis E. Parshall - October 24, 2019 I am reminded, while standing here at this west end of the tabernacle, that some fifty-four years ago I sat in the gallery of this house in the first seat just behind where the clock is now fastened. At that time I was an immigrant boy, just over from far-off Stockholm, Sweden, unable to speak the language. The only words of the language I knew were “yes” and “no.” Remarkable as it may see...
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