Kenneth R. Hardman
Stories of God's hand—seen across generations
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Amidst days of joy, twice this week we had unexplainable episodes of darkness. Whether caused by personal weaknesses or external factors, we needed to be mindful and spiritually cognizant. Regardless, our new stake president felt inspired to counsel us mid week, “As you prepare for this assignment, I invite you to study the Sermon on…
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The contrast was striking, a massive cruise ship in port backed by the beautiful wave-filled Pacific to the north, and a very old multi-story apartment complex on the shore of Kahului Bay. Before stake conference we had asked the Relief Society president, Celeste M. for someone in need of a loving visit. “Morning!” she replied.…
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What keeps drawing us to Maui? Most would say it’s the tropical breeze, brilliant rainbows and waterfalls, foot-massaging sandy beaches, or God’s hand in the compelling everchanging sunsets. For us, we wondered, what would it be like to serve the people here? Even more, there was a recurring prompting, some unfinished business, an obligation yet…
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While serving our two-year mission helping youth appreciate their ancestors, I reflected much on the faith and determination of my own ancestors and those who came with the Willie and Martin handcart companies in 1856. This song reflects some of my reflection. Please enjoy, be inspired, and share. Sincerely, Ken
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At the conclusion of our service mission we spoke in our ward sacrament meeting about our experience. We wrote, and the choir sang this song, “He Rescues Me.” Here are the lyrics. Handcart saints who crossed the plains through snow and wind and dreams,Mid trials of faith and frozen tears drew back from icy streams.With…
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Happy Easter. I wrote this song and recorded it with my daughters. Click on the link below to hear the song while watching a music video. I hope you feel the love of Jesus Christ. Sincerely, Ken Hardman. http://sacredsheetmusic.org/song/For_the_Joy_Set_Before_Me_SB_by_Kenneth_R_Hardman
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“The World War I armistice between the United States Allies and Germany was signed November 11. Bells rang, whistles blew all day long. I was old enough now to go to dances, date, and wait for the boys to ‘come marching home.’ We would go to Logan to the train station and meet the boys…
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“Mother gave an Indian a whack with an iron poker for stealing her biscuits hot from the oven, and a papoose a whipping for shooting her ducks with a bow and arrow. The mother of the papoose went mumbling around their camp saying that Mother had wronged her papoose. So Mother went to Washakie, the…
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(Author Note – This is an update from the author. Please scroll down for more stories) With sweat down our backs and dirt under our fingernails, we contemplated in Martin’s Cove, pushed and pulled up Rocky Ridge, were pelted by hail at Rock Creek Hollow, and felt the aid of angels. Every year more groups…
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High school graduation day was emotional. I had finally grown out of much of my shyness and had a number of good friends. On the last day after most of the kids left, I walked down those familiar halls; it brought tears to my eyes. I didn’t want to leave. “Wait! Come Back.” Throughout my…
Kenneth R. Hardman 