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#LightTheWorld: Jesus Read the Scriptures, and So Can You

Scriptures provide comfort, peace, and guidance in a confusing world, for they teach us of Jesus Christ and his mission.  Jesus taught from the scriptures.



 And he came to Nazareth, where he had been brought up: and, as his custom was, he went into the synagogue on the sabbath day, and stood up for to read.

 And there was delivered unto him the book of the prophet Esaias. And when he had opened the book, he found the place where it was written,
 The Spirit of the Lord is upon me, because he hath anointed me to preach the gospel to the poor; he hath sent me to heal the brokenhearted, to preach deliverance to the captives, and recovering of sight to the blind, to set at liberty them that are bruised.
Luke 4:16–18

Today's #LightTheWorld topic is: Jesus Read The Scriptures, and So Can You.  We are so fortunate to be able to have easy access to scriptures. We can find books in hotel rooms, libraries, and in our own homes.  We can watch Bible videos:




We can even carry scriptures on our phones.  I love to read my scriptures on my phone, because I can easily highlight verses I particularly like, and can bookmark pages I want to return to.  I have the Bible on my phone, and also The Book of Mormon.  The Book of Mormon is another testament of Jesus Christ.  It does not replace the Bible, but serves as another witness of the divinity of Christ.  The Book of Mormon app is available for free.  If you'd like to download it, go to your app store and search for Book of Mormon. The app will look like the icon below:


The app is available in many different languages--including sign language!  

Daily scripture study is a habit that has brought great peace to my life.  Scriptures feed my spirit, just like food feeds my body.



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