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What is the gift of charity? How can I apply it to my daily life?

  I was asked this today during a meeting with our Elders after stake conference. I had just read Moroni 7:45 last night, but if I’m being honest, my understanding of it wasn’t quite right. I took it very literally, as I do... Like—give charity to those in need. Help people. Serve. That kind of thing.  And while that’s not wrong… I understand now that it’s not what that verse is really talking about. As I’ve sat with it more, I’ve realized it means something deeper. Something a little more personal. It’s not just what we  do  for people… but how we  are  with them. What I’m starting to understand is that the gift of charity is really about how we show up in our everyday lives. It’s choosing to put your best foot forward… even when you’re tired. Even when it’s inconvenient. Even when it’s not returned. It’s trying—intentionally—to be a reflection of Christ’s love in the way you interact with people. Not perfectly. Just… with intention. It’s letting people fe...

When Faith Is Not Shared at Home

In many communities, faith is not just a personal belief—it’s something that shapes the rhythm of a household. It influences routines, relationships, and the way families move through both ordinary Sundays and life’s biggest moments. But not every family shares that experience in the same way. In households where one spouse is deeply involved in a religious tradition and the other is not, the divide is rarely obvious. It’s not always arguments or tension. More often, it’s quiet. It shows up in empty seats on Sunday mornings, in separate routines, and in the absence of shared spiritual practices. And that absence is very much felt. For those who attend church alone, the experience can be isolating—even in a crowded room. Children may be present, but they have their own classes, their own friends, their own places to be. And so you sit. You participate. But you do it by yourself. You notice things you didn’t expect to notice. Couples sitting together. A husband’s arm resting across his w...