Church Officials And All Visitors And Members...

Church officials, and all visitors and members who have attended this service this morning. And particularly do we wish to express our appreciation to the Tabernacle Choir for their lovely singing in this session and the service they have given to the Church. ¶

We shall conclude this session by the Tabernacle Choir singing, "Battle Hymn of the Republic," with Richard P. Condie conducting. Following the singing the benediction will be pronounced by Elder Melvin Ross Richards, formerly president of the Gulf States Mission. This conference will then be adjourned until 2:00 this afternoon. ¶

Singing by Choir: "Battle Hymn of the Republic." ¶

Benediction by Elder Melvin Ross Richards, former President, Gulf States Mission. ¶

Conference adjourned until 2:00 p.m. ¶

SECOND DAY AFTERNOON MEETING Conference reconvened at 2:00 p.m., Saturday, April 18th. ¶

President McKay was not in attendance at this session. At his direction President Hugh B. Brown, First Counselor in the First Presidency, conducted the proceedings. ¶

The Choral music for this session was furnished by the LDS Student Association Choir from the University of Utah, Jay E. Welch, Conductor. ¶

Roy M. Darley was at the organ console. ¶

President Brown made the following introductory remarks: ¶

President Hugh B. Brown President David O. McKay on the advice of his physicians is watching this session by television from his apartment. He has asked me to conduct this service. ¶

For the information of those who are tuned in by radio or television, we are pleased to announce that we are assembled again in the historic Tabernacle on Temple Square in Salt Lake City in the fourth session of the 137th Annual Conference. ¶

This morning's session, in addition to being broadcast direct, was videotaped for release to many television stations tomorrow morning to the eastern and central parts of the United States, and also in Hawaii and Alaska. ¶

Both of the sessions today will be rebroadcast over KSL Radio, KIRO Radio at Seattle, and WRFM in New York on Sunday morning starting at midnight. ¶

The singing for this afternoon's session will be furnished by the LDS Student Association Choir from the University of Utah, conducted by Jay E. Welch, with Roy M. Darley at the organ. We are very pleased to have these young people with us and extend a hearty welcome to them. ¶

We shall begin this service by the chorus singing, "There Shall a Star from Jacob Come Forth," after which the invocation will be offered by Elder George B. Roden, President of the Mt. ¶

Jordan Stake. ¶

Singing: "There Shall a Star from Jacob Come Forth." ¶

Prayer: President George B. Roden, Mount Jordan Stake. ¶

President Hugh B. Brown The choir will now favor us with the hymn, "O My Father," after which Elder Spencer W. Kimball of the Council of the Twelve will be our first speaker. He will be followed by Bishop Robert L. Simpson. ¶

Singing: "O My Father.''' Elder Spencer W. Kimball Of the Council of the Twelve My beloved brothers and sisters and especially the youth: The song "O My Father" has been traditional in the Kimball family since I was an infant. ¶

My grandfather, Heber C. Kimball, was buried, I believe, from this Tabernacle and it was sung then. It was beautifully sung today. I think I have never heard it sung more reverently. ¶

In his impressive opening sermon on Thursday, President David O. McKay spoke with feeling of "the threatening dangers that are clearly on the horizon," ¶

and he sounded a warning to young people who "in their yearning for a good time are often tempted to indulge in the things that appeal to the baser side of humanity." ¶

Valiant youth will surmount vexations This world of youth is full of temptations and snares and booby traps. ¶

It is not wholly different from earlier worlds, but these problems to solve and situations to meet seem to be accentuated. ¶

There are the usual rebellions and temptations of the ages; but today, the urges manifest themselves in new forms. The car with its privacy and possible distances has multiplied the possibilities of evil. The revolution on the campus has unleashed new demands for the so-called freedoms of thought and of action. There are marches and riots against restraint and limitation. ¶

Many youth have exhausted the usual pleasures that seemed to satisfy their predecessors; and now, in their boredom, they demand new experiences they call "kicks," which often run into hazardous, immoral, indecent activities, bringing destruction to body and mind and soul. ¶

The so-called "new morality" is but the old immorality in a new setting, except, perhaps less restrained, less inhibited. Freedom of sex, freedom to drink and smoke, and freedom to rebel and march — all come into the picture. ¶

Such evils as glue sniffing and LSD are taking their toll, and narcotics are introduced by dope pushers to unsuspecting youth. Mugging, brutality, and many other abberations — all come in turn supposedly to relieve boredom as new "kicks." All these and more fester themselves like a leech upon unprotected folks, later to become the tyrannical master. The simple experiment becomes a complex habit; the embryo becomes a giant; the little innovation becomes a dictator; and the person becomes the slave with a ring in his nose. The so-called freedom becomes abject slavery. ¶

I am happy that the great majority of our youth are stalwart; but realizing that evil is everywhere present and the evil one eager to tempt our finest youth, we are obligated to broadcast a warning to those who will listen. ¶

As an example of the increasing pressures of youth to fall prey to the sins of the world, we quote the statement of Wallace Sterling, president of Leland Stanford University. He says that "since May, students over 21 have been allowed to drink alcoholic beverages in campus residences. ... A fiveyear study of student development at Stanford has shown that for more than three out of four students, drinking is well established . . . even at the time they enter Stanford and ... is apparently sanctioned by their peers, their parents, and society." (School and Society, October 29, 1966.) Paul warns against the "principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places." ¶

(Eph. 6:12.) Many fine young persons have been trapped by evil, little realizing that they are in danger — like standing on a crumbling ledge. ¶

I am indebted to my good friend, Jim Smith, formerly of central Arizona, who told me the following story: ¶

"Long years ago when I was a little boy and rode the range with the men, tending the cattle and helping with the roundup, I used to look forward to the 'rest stop' under the wide spreading ¶

branches of a most beautiful tree on Ash Creek. ¶

"How we used to enjoy it and admire it with its uniform shape and its thick green foliage! How we came to look forward to it, depend on it, and almost love it as we came to think of it as our very own, having been planted there for our comfort and to satisfy our needs. ¶

"Its green coolness was a haven of protection for the birds that made their nests in its branches and perched upon the outer twigs for their chorus rehearsals. ¶

"The cattle sought out its cool shade and the soft, pulverized, unrocky ground under it for their afternoon relaxation. ¶

"And we thirsty cowboys always made a stop to get a cool drink from the canteen, perhaps to play mumblepeg for a few minutes, and to stretch our tired, cramped limbs for a few moments as we rested from the hot summer Arizona sun. ¶

"As we lay on the soft cool earth on our backs and looked up into the tree, we saw high in one of the limbs a little sprig of mistletoe. It stood out in contrast from the grayer leafage of the tree and was not unattractive in its dark green dress with its little whitish berries. ¶

"I imagined I could hear the gigantic tree saying to the little mistletoe, 'Ha! little friend! Welcome to stay with me. In my great strength, I can easily spare you a little of my sap, which I create from the sun and air and the water under the creek bed. ¶

There is plenty for all, and you in your smallness can do me no harm!' " ¶

If strength is not consumed by parasites My friend Smith continues: ¶

"Years later when I was a man, I again came up Ash Creek, again driving cattle. Imagine my consternation and sadness to find the beautiful tree of my adoration dry and dead, its long jagged branches reaching high like the bony fingers of a skeleton. Not even an uninhabited bird nest graced its forks, no cattle lazed under its branches, no foliage covered its grim nakedness, and no welcome was there to traveler or cowboy to take shelter under its nude wretchedness, and already its limbs were being hacked away by woodcutters. ¶

"The infinitely beautiful tree of my youth was now the ugliest tree on Ash Creek." ¶

In seeking for the cause of such devastation, I saw hanging from the limbs of the tree great clusters of mistletoe — the parasite of the tree. The translucent glutenous berries perhaps had been carried by a bird or the wind. ¶

The stickiness of the berry served to attach it to the tree limb or host plant until germination was complete, the little sprout always turning toward the point of attachment. ¶

And as I pondered, this thought came to me: Who would ever dream that a sticky little white mistletoe berry would overpower and kill a huge, beautiful tree? How like the little mistletoe is the first cigarette or first drink! How like this predatory plant is the first lie or dishonest act! How like this parasitic growth is the first crime, the first immoral act! ¶

This particular group of youth little dreamed that an insignificant little bottle could finally destroy a mighty soul. It was for kicks, they said, that they took the alcoholic beverage with them to the party. They felt they had proved they were mature and not "chicken." Future parties and associations seemed to be weak without it. ¶

It came to be a regular thing, a lift from boredom, and an escape from depressions, a hideout from problems. ¶

How could these young people know except through advice and counsel from others that the bottle was a demon, that it would become master, that like the mistletoe it would take over and bleed the host? ¶

How could these youth know with their first drink that it would become a habit, a part of them? How could they believe the parasite would waste their precious needed money, break up their homes, rob them of their selfrespect, or cause numberless accidental deaths, create worlds of unhappiness, and destroy the mighty soul? ¶

Neither the tree nor the little carrier bird could possibly know that the waxy, sticky little mistletoe seed would kill the mighty ash. But the youth who begins to drink can know that eventual destruction and loss face him if he lets this drinking become a habit, for he or she is a child of God, created in his image, born of royal blood to become a king or queen. ¶

I worked with such a person who in his youth laughed at the thought that he might become involved beyond his powers. He scoffed at the suggestion that he was losing his power of resistance— almost insulted at the suggestion that he was fast becoming a slave to a merciless, tyrannical master, but I heard him one day in sober moments curse himself and cry out, "What a waste of everything good! How senseless. How stupid!" ¶

I pondered again: How like the little mistletoe was the abominable practice of cheating, the first little dishonest act! This particular boy died in the gas chamber, a cigarette between his lips. ¶

He had stood tall like the tree on Ash Creek. He had been clean, honorable, and loved but had become barren, desolate, and a menace to society, untrusted, unloved. It had begun with cheating, a little seductive vice no bigger than a mistletoe branch, no stickier than a mistletoe berry. Cheating was done in games and in school lessons. There were little inconsequential misappropriations, followed by thefts, small and larger, which finally ran into armed robberies, to killing, and to the gas chamber. ¶

Whoever suggested that the little white sweet berry was tasteless or the mistletoe without color? How else would it attract? How else would it be propagated and spread? Whoever said that sin was not fun? Whoever claimed that Lucifer was not handsome, persuasive, easy, friendly? Whoever said that sin was unattractive, undesirable, or nauseating in its acceptance? ¶

Transgression a delusion and a snare Transgression wears elegant gowns and sparkling apparel. It is highly perfumed, has attractive features, a soft voice. It is found in educated circles and sophisticated groups. It pro vides sweet and comfortable luxuries. ¶

Sin is easy and has a big company of bed fellows. It promises immunity from restrictions, temporary freedoms. ¶

It can momentarily satisfy hunger, thirst, desire, urges, passions, wants, without immediately paying the price. ¶

But, it begins tiny and grows to monumental proportions. It grows drop by drop, inch by inch. ¶

It is doubtful if Cain had murder in his heart when his first jealous thought crossed his mind, when the first hate began to develop; but ounce by ounce, moment by moment, the little parasite developed to rob him of his strength, his balance, and his peace. The evil took over, and Cain, like the tree, changed his appearance, his attitudes, his life, and became a world wanderer, vicious and desolate. ¶

How like the first cigarette is the predatory mistletoe plant! Just on a sneaking dare, or to avoid a momentary embarrassment, or to be "smart," ¶

or to be accepted, or for nebulous other foolish reasons, the first cigarette is often taken. ¶

Certainly, the novice has no idea of becoming a chain smoker or dying of lung cancer. Surely, he can control. ¶

There can be no habit — he assures himself — he is master, but time and habit and repetition take a terrible toll. ¶

A bird or the wind or other carrier transports the tiny berry to a tree; it sticks to the limb and grows to suck the life's sap blood from the tree and eventually leaves the giant dead and dry. ¶

The single cigarette multiplies from one to a dozen, to a hundred, yes, to a thousand, to an almost uncontrollable habit. ¶

"Can you quit?" I asked a tobacco addict. "Can you abandon the weed before you are 'hooked'?" ¶

The big man laughed. "Of course," ¶

he replied and said, as did the great tree on Ash Creek figuratively say, "Ah, little weed, I am not afraid of you. You are insignificant. I am strong." ¶

And then years after, I heard him say, in disgust, "I cannot break the habit. I am its slave. How stupid of me!" ¶