Spoiler Alert! Annalise was shot by Wes.
Spoiler Alert! CeCe is "A."
Spoiler Alert! Glenn wasn't the one attacked by the zombies.

If you're a fan of any of the TV shows associated with the above, you'll recognize these tidbits of information that would have spoiled the ending of a segment of the show had they been revealed to you prior to arriving at that particular ending. When these bits of information are included in articles that appear online especially, they are generally preceded with the warning of "Spoiler Alert!" so that you know that if you continue reading, you may read something that will give away the ending.

A "Spoiler Alert!" should be issued in 1 Nephi 12 as the ending of The Book of Mormon is revealed to Nephi (and thus to you).

Today's the big day! Everyone who signed up for the Power of a Pair program will receive an email at some point today with the name and email address of a study buddy.

After the initial pair-up, the rest of the relationship is up to you. If you're nervous-excited about reaching out to someone you don't know, then here are some tips to help.

"I'm starting with the man in the mirror
I'm asking him to change his ways
And no message could have been any clearer
If you want to make the world a better place
Take a look at yourself, and then make a change"
"Man in the Mirror" (1988)

Kids are keen observers of the world around them. This month we asked, "What changes would you like to see in the world in 2016? And how do you think you could help make it happen?"

God told Adam that He would make a companion for him so he wouldn't go through life alone. (Hello, Eve!) And God gave us His Son so we'd never be alone, either. Adam had someone to lean on — and the Lord knew we'd need someone in this life, too.

Our "someones" are named Brother Paul and Sister Sharon. They are Sister Dianne and Brother Joel. Or, maybe they are in your Sunday school or MBA class. They attend your branch or mission each Sunday, but they also attend thousands of miles away. How is this possible?

As Lehi prepared to continue the journey with his family deeper into the wilderness, the Lord spoke to Him and said it would not do for his family to go alone. It was God’s intention that this family would begin a new nation in a new land, and how could they do that if none of the sons had wives to bear children? So, Lehi was instructed to send his sons back to Jerusalem again to bring a specific family, the family of a man named Ishmael, with them into the wilderness.

On the surface, this plan would seem to have a low likelihood of success. Specifically:

Little baby
I am a poor boy too
I have no gift to bring
That's fit to give our king…
Shall I play for you?
Mary nodded
The ox and lamb kept time
I played my drum for him
I played my best for him…

Pa rum pa pum pum… rum pa pum pum.

Doesn’t the beat of this classic Christmas carol echo the beat in all our hearts? Because isn’t there a little drummer boy in all of us? The moment when we recognize our own poverty in stark contrast to the magnificence of Jesus? We understand our nothingness, emptiness, and inability to ever offer Him anything worthy or fit for a king. Yet when we offer Him the best of ourselves, He accepts it and magnifies the gifts we bring as only He can do.

*~*~*Merry Christmas Eve!*~*~*

Today's post is part of a special series of Christmas articles. Each writer was given a photo and tasked with writing a spiritually minded article inspired by that image.

When I was younger, I had mixed feelings about Santa Claus. Sometimes I would really love him, like when he got me that LEGO set from "The Return of the Jedi" or that new pair of rollerblades. Other times, however, he would let me down with citrus, dental floss, and the dreaded sweater.

When the presents were all opened and I was left sitting amidst a pile of socks, Chex Mix, and a "Barry Manilow Greatest Hits" CD, all I could think about was that Santa was getting old and had lost touch with my generation.

Today's post is part of a special series of Christmas articles. Each writer was given a photo and tasked with writing a spiritually minded article inspired by that image.

More likely than not, you'll be spending time waiting for someone or something this Christmas season. Maybe you're traveling for a long-overdue reunion with loved ones, and you're excitedly awaiting long TSA screenings at the airport. (Just kidding.)

We're all enveloped in the hustle and bustle of the season, from Black Friday (which apparently now begins on Thanksgiving afternoon?) to the Christmas Eve "How-could-I-forget-to-buy-something-for-them?" dash to the greeting card aisle at the nearest pharmacy. Ironically, waiting is a big part of all that running around.

Today's post is part of a special series of Christmas articles. Each writer was given a photo and tasked with writing a spiritually minded article inspired by that image.

"You can tell a lot about a person by the way they handle these three things: A rainy day, lost luggage and tangled Christmas tree lights.” – Maya Angelou

I laughed aloud the first time I read this quote, yet I felt immediately convicted. More often than I’d like to admit, I don’t deal well with simple frustrations like these.

Looking closer at the three common challenges in the quote and what they can represent, note that two are out of our control and one may be the direct result of poor planning.

Today's post is part of a special series of Christmas articles. Each writer was given a photo and tasked with writing a spiritually minded article inspired by that image.

This picture immediately brings my life and the way I was brought up to mind. It’s the Reason for the Season!

For many years as a child, I spent the Sunday before Christmas with my parents on the Muncey Reservation in Ontario, Canada and the San Carlos Apache reservation in Arizona. The weeks leading up to Christmas Sunday were busy with planning the program, getting gifts for all the kids who attended Sunday school throughout the year, and preparing a Christmas dinner for all who entered the doors of the church that day.

Muncey was the place where I saw my first miracle happen right in front of me. Click here to read all about it!

Today's post is part of a special series of Christmas articles. Each writer was given a photo and tasked with writing a spiritually minded article inspired by that image.

With all the stress and hustle and bustle of the Christmas season, I am pretty positive that all of us have encountered or will encounter someone whose face matches that of this dog’s. And, most likely, we will feel the same way too, at some point or another.

Being a representative of The Church of Jesus Christ, I should try hard not to show this side to others, especially those who I've shared my testimony with. 'Tis the season to be joyful and cherish my loved ones — not to be a scrooge or a grinch.

Today's post is part of a special series of Christmas articles. Each writer was given a photo and tasked with writing a spiritually minded article inspired by that image. Sister Betty's picture is "Home for Christmas" by Norman Rockwell, 1955. 

"Oh, that hug felt so good … Merry Christmas Mom and Dad!"

Family is so important, whether it’s the holidays, or just a normal visit or get-together. And hugs mean love. The picture shows smiles, happiness, and "I am so glad you are here." It evokes a lifetime of memories for me. Christmas is a time of laugher, presents, food, decorations, and the list goes on.

And then I think, “Wait a minute, what about someone who has no family?" Who then wraps them in love?

Today's post is part of a special series of Christmas articles. Each writer was given a photo and tasked with writing a spiritually minded article inspired by that image.

I've never made gingerbread cookies, but I do have this amazing copy of "The Gingerbread Man" in my collection of kids' picture books. (Yes, I actually do have said collection.)

I'm crazy about the illustrations in this particular book, but the story seems rather strange, don't you think? This old couple decides to bake a gingerbread boy. (Here they are giggling over the prospect.)

Today's post is part of a special series of Christmas articles. Each writer was given a photo and tasked with writing a spiritually minded article inspired by that image.

Maybe this is how you feel as the holidays grow closer and finally arrive. The hustle and bustle of shopping, cooking, cleaning, and company visiting just start to overwhelm. Maybe it just doesn’t feel like Christmas — or worse — the season resembles the Griswold's more than the Walton’s.

Either way, you find that you just want to find a safe place and cry it out. We’ve probably all been there, or close to it, at least once in our lives. What helps me to stay out of this trap is keeping close to the real meaning of the season. We all know that it’s not about presents, food, or trying to impress the in-laws with how clean our house is. It’s about one simple thing … LOVE.

Today's post is part of a special series of Christmas articles. Each writer was given a photo and tasked with writing a spiritually minded article inspired by that image.

Christmas is a wonderful time of hope and joy reflecting on Christ's birth and salvation coming into the world. We even sing "Joy to the World," yet I can’t help but wonder about, Mary, His mother. We read and know of her story in Luke 1.

She was a young girl of probably no more than 15 or 16 years at most, engaged to Joseph, used to bring forth Jesus, Son of the Highest, because she was highly favored and blessed among women.