His infinite love for us

“Sometimes in the midst of trials we cry out, ‘What have I done wrong to deserve this?’ Often, tribulation comes into our lives not because we are doing something wrong but because of what we are doing right. We are striving for the purification and sanctification that will lead us to exaltation. We all must pass through a certain amount of fire so that our spirits will be pliable in the hands of the Lord.”

Glenn L. Pace

“Each of us, in the journey through mortality, will travel his own Jericho Road. What will be your experience? What will be mine? Will I fail to notice him who has fallen among thieves and requires my help? Will you? Will I be one who sees the injured and hears his plea, yet crosses to the other side? Will you? Or will I be one who sees, who hears, who pauses, and who helps? Will you?”

Thomas S. Monson

“My earnest prayer is that the blessings of our God may be over us in time, that when we get through and shall pass behind the veil, we shall have done all that was required of us, and be prepared to dwell with the sanctified and the just made perfect through the blood of the Lamb.”

Wilford Woodruff

“The Savior’s atonement is the most transcendent event that ever has or ever will occur from Creation’s dawn through all the ages of a never-ending eternity.  It is the supreme act of goodness and grace that only a god could perform. Through it, all of the terms and conditions of the Father’s eternal plan of salvation became operative.  Through it are brought to pass the immortality and eternal life of man.

Through it, all men are saved from death, hell, the devil, and endless torment.”

Bruce R. McConkie

“One can still go to the the Garden of Gethsemane, but the Lord Jesus cannot be found there, nor is He in the Garden Tomb. He is not on the road to Emmaus, nor in Galilee, nor at Nazareth or Bethlehem.

He must be found in one’s heart.”

James E. Faust

In golden youth when seems the earth A Summer-land of singing mirth,
When souls are glad and hearts are light, And not a shadow lurks in sight,
We do not know it, but there lies Somewhere veiled under evening skies
A garden which we all must see The garden of Gethsemane.

With joyous steps we go our ways, Love lends a halo to our days;
Light sorrows sail like clouds afar, We laugh, and say how strong we are.
We hurry on; and hurrying, go Close to the border-land of woe,
That waits for you, and waits for me Forever waits Gethsemane.

Down shadowy lanes, across strange streams, Bridged over by our broken dreams;
Behind the misty caps of years, Beyond the great salt fount of tears,
The garden lies. Strive as you may, You cannot miss it in your way.
All paths that have been, or shall be, Pass somewhere through Gethsemane.

All those who journey, soon or late, Must pass within the garden’s gate;

Must kneel alone in darkness there, And battle with some fierce despair
God pity those who cannot say, “Not mine but thine,” who only pray,
“Let this cup pass,” and cannot see The purpose in Gethsemane.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox