Book of James. www.kevinhinckley.com. Why parents get grey hair…. Age Old Problem. History belongs to the Historian Translations belong to the Translator. William Tyndale “Father of the English Bible”. Educated at Oxford and Cambridge Master of languages
Book of James
History belongs to the Historian
Translations belong to the Translator
Educated at Oxford and Cambridge
Master of languages
Royal Edict against having the bible translated into English
Many martyrs burned at the stake
Fled to Europe to translate
His translations smuggled into England
Martyred in 1536 for heresy
Could have been:
Have it become light
The quiet feelings of the spirit
In charge of your brother
Don’t get tired when you’re doing good deeds
I’m there for you if you’ll just let me in
Keep doing daily things and being happy
Base, non spiritual man
Let there be light
Still Small Voice
Be not weary in well doing
I stand at the door and knock
Eat, drink and be merry
Master Tyndale happened to be in the company of a learned man, and in communing and disputing with him drove him to that issue, that the learned man said:
We were better be without God’s law than the pope’s. Master Tyndale, hearing that answered him:
I defy the pope and all his laws’; and said: If God spare my life, ere many years, I will cause a boy that driveth the plough shall know more of the scripture than thou dost…
Fire In the Bones, p. 46
Vulgate Version to English
And if any of you needs wisdom, ask he of God, which gives to all men largly , and upbraideth not; and it shall be given to him.
But ask he in faith, and doubt nothing; for he that doubteth, is like to a wave of the sea, which is moved and blown about of wind.
If any of you lack wisdom, let him ask of God, that giveth to all men liberally, and upbraideth not; and it shall be given him.
But let him ask in faith, nothing wavering; for he that wavereth is like a wave of the sea driven with the wind and tossed. (James 1:5)
…my son, peace be unto thy soul, thine adversity and thine afflictions shall be but a small moment…
Thy friends do stand by thee on high…
D&C 121: 7,9
…let not thine heart fail thee, neither despair, as God had forshaken thee, or loved thee not;
but comfort thyself with old examples, how God hath suffered all his old friends to be so entreated
Fire in the Bones, 209
Martin Luther’s reaction to:
What profit is it, my brethren, for a man to say he hath faith, and hath not works? can faith save him?
Yea, a man may say, I will show thee I have faith without works; but I say, Show me thy faith without works, and I will show thee my faith by my works.
For if a brother or sister be naked and destitute, and one of you say, Depart in peace, be warmed and filled; notwithstanding he give not those things which are needful to the body; what profit is your faith unto such?
Even so faith, if it have not works is dead, being alone.
What is James saying– and what is he NOT saying?
I was in Richfield and saw a good friend that I had met in San Antonio on my mission. His name is John. His eyesight is failing; he is almost blind. His family needed a car. He had bought an old van for, I believe, $200, and thought he could make it work. It didn't run. He bought parts--as many as he could afford. About three months later it still wasn't running. He really needed the money back out of the car, so he let it be known that he was selling it.
One of the good men there went to him and said, "John, I understand you're selling your car."
John answered, "Yes, I am."
The man asked, "How much do you want for it?"
John said, "Well, I'd really like to get what I have into it. I have $200 into it."
The man said, "Two hundred dollars, huh? Would you take $300 for it?"
Tears started glistening in John's eyes, and he said, "That would be wonderful."
Then the man said, "Well, then how about $400?"
Then the tears came a little faster.
"Okay. This is my final offer. I'll give you $500 for it."
God bless those kind of people! I'm so grateful for that kind of faith in the Church.
A Relief Society president was at dinner. Suddenly she jumped up and said, "I've got to go!"
Her husband asked, "Where are you going?"
She answered, "I can't tell you. I'll be back later."
She was gone for about an hour. When she came back, her husband asked, "What was that all about?"
She replied, "I had the strongest impression I had to go to the bishop's. I went over and knocked on the door. The bishop's wife came to the door, and I said, …I'm here. How can I help?'
"The tears flowed down her cheeks, and she put her head down on my shoulder and wept. She said, 'You know, everybody loves my husband. He's the bishop. They bear testimony about him on Sunday and talk about what a great man he is. I'm not sure anybody in the ward even knows I'm here, knows I exist, or even cares. I wondered even if God cared or knew I was here. So I knelt down and prayed, "Heavenly Father, if you know I'm here or even care, please let me know."'"
And there was a knock on the door, and the Relief Society president said, "I'm here. How can I help?“
Too wonderful for me, BYU 2001 Speeches