Prayer, Faith, and Family: Stepping-Stones to Eternal Happiness
H. Bruce Stucki April 2006 Sunday Afternoon Session
It was the day after Christmas, 1946, in Santa Clara, Utah. As a young nine-year-old boy, I asked my mother if I could take my Christmas gift, a new bow and arrow set, and go up on the hill behind our home to hunt for rabbits. It was late in the afternoon, and Mother was reluctant, but with my coaxing she agreed to let me go, but only if I was back home before dark.