All aboard

Thank you for the article “Stay on the Train” in the August 1993 New Era. It made me realize how dangerous the world really is, and that we’re better off “staying on the train” and not following the ways of the world. It also encouraged me to build my own testimony.

Rachel Petersen
West Jordan, Utah

What it meant to her

My ward and a neighboring ward recently went on a trip to the Atlanta Temple. It was my first time at the temple, so I was very excited. While we were standing outside waiting to do baptisms, I recalled the article “The Temple: What It Means to You” (April 1993) and felt the presence of the Lord. As I was doing confirmations, I felt the people were there, thanking me.

Shara Timberlake
Fort Knox, Kentucky

She’s positive

Thanks so much for printing “A Positive Note” in the April 1993 magazine. I am constantly criticizing myself, and the article helped me realize I am a special person. This article gave me an idea: I’m going to look for kids at school who need “a positive note.” Thanks, New Era.

Heather Smith
Conway, Arkansas

Already inspired

I just started getting the New Era in January of 1993, and I have already been inspired. Sometimes I feel low so I pick up the New Era and my heart and my spirits are lifted. I feel like doing everything the Lord commands.

Esther McCullough
Muncie, Indiana

Editor’s Note:

The poem “Breeze of Galilee” that won honorable mention in the 1993 New Era Writing, Art, Photography, and Music Contest was written by Holly Facer Heath. Her name was published incorrectly in the August issue. We apologize for the error, and thought you’d like to see the poem again.

Breeze of Galilee

by Holly Facer Heath

This land is scarred with His memory,

Touched by His life,

telling of blue night with stars

near to barren hillside where

sheep gather and

foreign tongues tell softly

His coming.

Hearts learn rhythm of Galilee’s shore,

Waves coming, rolling, then turning back like

Rustling crowds moving through ancient markets,

Almost tasting smells of wood near

Carpenter’s shop—shavings fall in piles,

Rough bark and white wood

gnarling, twisting agony in a garden

scarred by Him—born in a stable.

This land heard, and remembers, and

Aches for Him.

The wind tells His story.

It’s hard too

The article “You Know Me Better Than That” in the July 1993 New Era really touched me. I guess if you make those tough decisions when you’re younger, it’s a lot easier to keep the Word of Wisdom. Being an example is not only important, but it’s hard too. At times I wonder what I will do when I face those kinds of trials.

Evjean Park
Toronto, Ontario, Canada