Thanksgiving!

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone! I'm sure grateful for my readers. Thanks for visiting this website.

I'm also grateful to announce the publication of my latest book! The New Testament Come, Follow Me Activity Book! Originally scheduled to come out in mid-February, I received word earlier this week from my publisher that the first copies of the book arrived in their warehouse just arrived. It's a Black Friday miracle!

If you purchase the book before November 28 at cedarfort.com, use the promotional code BV40 to get 40 percent off your total order. Orders of $40 or more get you free shipping, so you might want to consider picking up some of my other books.

Shocking Bike Ride

This might be one of the few Mission Daze comic strips that turned out better in black and white than in color.

Birds or Prey, er, Pray

Punny? Sure. Groan-worthy? You bet. Am I ashamed? Not one bit. 

Bike Safety

Usually, I agree with my cartoon alter-ego, but Elder Graves' helmet is awesome!

Yet Another Samuel the Lamanite Joke

I've probably done more Samuel the Lamanite jokes than any other scripture prophet. Maybe it is because he is such a blank slate with so little known about him or maybe it is because the threat of violence is perversely funny. Whatever the reason, here's another one to go with a growing body of work.

If all you know about William Tell is that the Lone Ranger's theme music is strangely named after him, take a moment to read the wikipedia entry on the guy. Fascinating story. Probably not true.

Like Riding a Bike

This is how I feel after riding a bike for the first time in a long time, which at my age is pretty much every time I ride a bike.

Proud Father

Mormon and his son Moroni are a couple of my favorite characters in the entire Book of Mormon. You can tell Moroni is going to grow up to be a strapping Arnold Friberg type Nephite by the way he's handling that trump as a baby.

I imagine Mormon would have taken great pride in seeing how his son grew up. And seeing as how Mormon was commanding the Nephite armies for all but 13 years of Moroni's childhood (and was likely busy abridging the large plates of Nephi during those 13 years), most of the credit likely belongs to Moroni's mom. And yet, she doesn't even get mentioned once in all the Book of Mormon. (Perhaps there's an entire section in the sealed portion of the Golden Plates where Moroni extolls her virtues.)