January 2002

“Childviews,” Friend, Jan. 2002, inside front cover


The Friend welcomes your letters sharing a spiritual experience, your testimony, or your feelings about the Friend. Send them to Childviews, Friend, 24th Floor, 50 East North Temple, Salt Lake City, Utah 84150-3226. Please include a picture of yourself and your name, age, and address. Submissions may be edited for length and clarity.

The Sabbath Day

Sunday is my favorite day of the week because it always makes me feel so refreshed and ready for a new week. I love to go to church and learn about the Savior, Jesus Christ. It helps me to be a better person and try to do what is right. Sunday is also a good day for me and my family because we have lots of quality time together. Sometimes during the week we are busy.

No matter what, Sunday is the day to take a break from our everyday lifestyles. It’s a day to slow down and set goals for the week. It’s a time to laugh, share, and show that we care. I try to keep the Sabbath Day holy. To me, Sunday doesn’t end when I leave church. Sunday lasts all day.

Rickey Jarman, age 11
Kinston, North Carolina


One day my friend was over, and we were playing with my hamster, Nibbles. We built him a house out of building blocks. My friend said that he needed a car. So she went in my room and put him in my doll’s car and ran down the hall, pushing him in the car.

The next thing we saw was Nibbles lying in the middle of the hall. He was hurt badly. He had fallen out the back of the car. I picked him up and ran crying to my mom. My friend went home.

Mom said that he was probably going to die soon. At dinner, I was still crying. I hardly ate anything. After dinner, I went to my room and said a prayer that Nibbles would be all right. When I woke up the next morning, he was OK. At that moment, I knew that Heavenly Father had helped my hamster live. He is still alive today. Heavenly Father can help you, too.

Rebecca Dawn Bingham, age 9
Layton, Utah


I had only lived in Tokyo, Japan, a little while. It takes an hour for me to get home from school on the bus. One day a friend said that if we got off at the first bus stop, he knew the way to my house and would guide me home. I believed him. So I got off the bus at the first stop, thinking that he would get off, too. But he tricked me. He didn’t get off, and I was alone.

I tried to remember the way to my house. I started to walk, but I came to a fork in the road, and I didn’t know which way to go. I felt very bad and scared. I said a prayer. I told Heavenly Father that I had made a mistake, and I asked Him to help me get home. I felt better, and He helped me choose the right way to go. I got home safely and was grateful that He helped me. I learned that He really listens to our prayers and helps us solve problems.

Ian Robert Evans, age 7
Tokyo, Japan

Illustrated by Brad Teare