Sunday lessons

Thomas S. Monson has observed that "when we have sampled much and have wandered far …, our gratitude grows for the privilege of being part of something we can count on—home and family and the loyalty of loved ones. … We learn that nothing can fully take the place of the blessed relationship of family life.”2

Sunday lessons

Matthew 18:4 Whosoever therefore shall humble himself as this little child, the same is greatest in the kingdom of Heaven.

"Let us choose to be humble. We can choose to humble ourselves by conquering enmity toward our brothers and sisters, esteeming them as ourselves, and lifting them as high or higher than we are. … We can choose to humble ourselves by receiving counsel and chastisement. … We can choose to humble ourselves by forgiving those who have offended us. …"

Sabbath Scripture

Be ye kind one to another,
tenderhearted,
forgiving one another,
even as God for Christ's sake
hath forgiven you.
Ephesians 4:32

Sunday lessons

The Gospel According to St Matthew

CHAPTER 7  Jesus concludes the Sermon on the Mount—

1 Judge not, that ye be not judged. 2 For with what judgment ye judge, ye shall be judged:
and with what measure ye mete, it shall be measured to you again.

Truth Reflects upon Our Senses

Hymns of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, 273.

Truth reflects upon our senses; Gospel light reveals to some.

If there still should be offenses, Woe to them by whom they come!

Judge not, that ye be not judged, Was the counsel Jesus gave;

Measure given, large or grudged, Just the same you must receive.

[Chorus]

Blessed Savior, thou wilt guide us, Till we reach that blissful shore

Where the angels wait to join us In thy praise forevermore.

Jesus said, “Be meek and lowly,” For ’tis high to be a judge;

If I would be pure and holy, I must love without a grudge.

It requires a constant labor All his precepts to obey.

If I truly love my neighbor, I am in the narrow way.

Once I said unto another, “In thine eye there is a mote;

If thou art a friend, a brother, Hold, and let me pull it out.”

But I could not see it fairly, For my sight was very dim.

When I came to search more clearly, In mine eye there was a beam.

If I love my brother dearer, And his mote I would erase,

Then the light should shine the clearer, For the eye’s a tender place.

Others I have oft reproved For an object like a mote;

Now I wish this beam removed; Oh, that tears would wash it out!

Charity and love are healing;

These will give the clearest sight;

When I saw my brother’s failing, I was not exactly right.

Now I’ll take no further trouble; Jesus’ love is all my theme;

Little motes are but a bubble When I think upon the beam.