My papa (grandpa) wasn’t a member of the Church, but my grandma had been a seminary teacher for decades. This created an interesting combination in which my papa would often take me aside to teach me in private things like how to gamble on horse races. My grandma, on the other hand, would pull me aside for gospel discussions. She loved to talk about the scriptures. I could see it in her eyes. Most of our conversations were probably during my Senior year of High School, because I remember studying the New Testament. My grandma loved to help me learn new things from each scripture. In the middle of one such discussion, she beckoned for me to follow her into the study. The entire side wall was lined from roof to floor with books of all kinds. She pulled a thick, red book off the middle shelf and extended it toward me. The cover read Jesus the Christ . “I have a friend who I have been talking with about the Gospel,” she explained. “I’ve been meaning to give her this book, but…I