It's History Week on the Gospel Blog! We asked General Church Historian Brother Larry Watson to select some memorable testimonies and miracles from The Church history books. Hopefully reading them here will inspire you to read the hard copies for even more blessings.

Sunday evening, May 5, 1974, would begin like any other MBA. Evangelist George Johnson was to present his lesson, “The Resurrection of Christ.” But, before he began, a small girl was brought up to be anointed for a lump on her neck the size of a lemon. A powerful, spirited prayer followed. The girl returned to her seat, and the bottle of oil was placed on the corner of the rostrum.

Brother Johnson began his lesson. Brother Richard Scaglione describes:

It's History Week on the Gospel Blog! We asked General Church Historian Brother Larry Watson to select some memorable testimonies and miracles from The Church history books. Hopefully reading them here will inspire you to read the hard copies for even more blessings.

As with many evangelistic works in their early stages, miracles marked the beginning of the Muncey work. And, perhaps, more so than other people, the Native Americans have long stood in the greatest need of miracles, suffering the more troublesome ills of society and being all too well acquainted with hardship and grief. Those who accepted the Gospel witnessed the matchless Power of the Lord in dealing with their trials.

Surprise! It's History Week on the Gospel Blog! We asked General Church Historian Brother Larry Watson to select some memorable testimonies and miracles from The Church history books. Hopefully reading them here will inspire you to read the hard copies for even more blessings.

Over the years, the saints have been given many remarkable experiences that have provided an ever-expanding view of the glory and majesty of God. One outstanding example of this was shared by Filomina Rullo many years ago. She and her husband, who were both members of the Catholic Church, were born in Italy, and immigrated to America in 1912. Filomina writes:

I began to lose my health, and by 1916 I was bedfast. This condition lasted for most of seven long years. As a last resort, a specialist was called in. He told my husband that I had only a few more hours to live.

If you need a little reassurance today, we hope this Good Word comforts you. We all make mistakes, and whether we do it unknowingly or with our eyes wide open, the Lord is there to wash us clean when we sincerely repent. Isn't that a wonderful thought to take into the weekend?

Today, we thought it would be fun to re-blog the "most popular" article that we've published since the start of 2016. Since our metrics are rudimentary to say the least, we based popularity solely on the number of website hits (1,414). This post was written by Sister Enza Pusillo and published on Feb. 29 2016, Leap Year Day.

Love at its best is a verb. Demonstrated with actions, this kind of love speaks louder than words. Many times it means “showing up.”

I have been blessed to see the love of God in action expressed by the kindness of my brothers and sisters in times of need. Today, I want to tell about three wonderful saints and their compassion that stands as a testimony to God’s goodness working through them.

The prophecy in 2 Nephi 14 indicates that the people who will be in Zion “shall be called holy” (v. 3). What does it mean to be holy? Can we be holy today?

Definitions of the word “holy” include sacred, sanctified, set apart, dedicated to God, etc. These are all good things to be; however, they make it sound like we should be shutting ourselves off from the world. Describing ourselves as holy can cause some challenges — people may think we consider ourselves perfect or, at the least, better than other people. Thus the term “holier than thou.”

Whether you are a teacher or a student, it is inevitable that August or September marks the trek back to school.

As teachers and students return to the classroom, please remember to lift them up in prayer. As parents, we entrust our children to the care of educators and administrators. We must pray for our children and their leaders. Prayers for a hedge of protection around the children and prayers for wisdom for teachers and administrators are much needed in a time when our society seems to be in turmoil.

Today's Miracle Monday is an encore by Brother Anthony Scolaro, who shares a school-themed story that happened while he was pursuing his graduate degree. We hope this is a bright spot in your Labor Day celebrations.

Twenty years ago, I attended graduate school while holding down a full time job. To complete the program within the allotted three years, one summer class each year for the first two years. The summer semester crammed 16 weeks of study into eight weeks, so I elected to take my two least favorite courses during those summers, thinking to lessen the pain.

One of those classes, statistics, required more study and concentration than any course I'd ever taken. The final exam counted as 40 percent of my grade, and going into it, I knew I had to do really well to pass.

If you're feeling a little thirsty, then today's Good Word is for you. Not thirsty for the Kool-Aid of the world, but the refreshing quench of truth. There are precious few ways to really get that living water directly from the source — praying to God and reading His word. If it's been a while since you've done either, then why not set aside some time this weekend?

Today, we're sharing a testimony that we received from Sister Diana Stigleman-Houlihan. Enjoy!

At the time, I was working a split-shift, part-time job when an opportunity came for full-time employment. The night before I was to go for my interview, I had an auto accident. I was so tired from the odd hours and days I worked that I did not see that the vehicle ahead of me had actually stopped at the light to make a left-hand turn.

I hit her car and pulled away, hitting a parked truck that was hauling new cars. God watched over me, as He guided me into the back tire of that truck. If I had hit its solid metal frame, I could have been killed.

I once preached a sermon in which I said that I went to a seed store and bought seeds to plant orange trees. The package said the seeds were for orange trees, and the salesperson confirmed that these seeds would grow nice orange trees. I told the congregation that I was so proud of the oranges that I grew that I brought one to show them. I then reached into my briefcase and held up a banana! As everyone looked at me shaking their heads (or SMH as they say on social media today) I went on to explain that if you plant seeds for a banana tree, that’s what you will get regardless of what anyone else says and how convincing they may sound.

In other words – You Reap What You Sow.

As I traveled to the 2016 GMBA camp, filled with anticipation for the theme, "The Way," I spotted a sign for exit 266 on the Pennsylvania turnpike. I immediately thought of the hymn, "God’s Way" in the Saints Hymnal. My mind always relates numbers to hymn numbers. (You piano players out there know what I mean.) I began to ponder what ideas and topics would be discussed during our chapel, seminars, and worship services.

At the end of camp, I traveled back on the PA turnpike, my family in tow. My husband was driving. Shortly after our departure, we encountered a very bad rainstorm. As we traveled between tunnels and mountains, there was a misty fog that made visibility difficult.

Today's Miracle Monday is a sweet story by Sister Donna Bogle. Enjoy!

When turning 18, most young people (and their parents) look forward to choosing a college or university, completing senior projects and pictures, going to prom, and the excitement of impending graduation to name a few. Our family isn't like "most," but we've still seen God's great hand in our lives.

Having an autistic son has presented us with many challenges and countless blessings in our “peculiar” (1 Pe. 2:9) path. When our son turned 18, my husband and I began the process of applying for guardianship so that we can continue to be responsible for him. Unless we petition for guardianship, the law says that he can make decisions for himself regarding his health, safety, and all areas of life. Presently, Jacob isn't capable of doing this.

Isn't it interesting how desperate we get for what's on the second sign in today's Good Word graphic — God's direction, His leading, knowing which path to take — yet we're not so keen on doing what's in the first sign — acknowledging Him in all our ways?

When I think about the God I serve, I believe He is pretty straightforward. “Follow my commandments,” He says. “If you do, you will prosper.”

He makes things simple. He doesn’t beat around the bush (He just appears as one on fire from time to time.) He wants His children (that’s us) to stay close to Him and trust in His word.

But there’s still a mysterious way about Him sometimes, isn’t there? There’s a semblance of wondering that we often have. How will it all make sense in the end?