Saints Valentine

Anthony had previously been associated with some wing of the underworld. He came packaged with the accent and looks straight out of central casting (back when gangster ended with an "er" and not an "a"). No well-scrubbed son of the pioneers this fellow. There was a compelling gentleness about him despite his history, perhaps because of it.

I don't know the full extent of Anthony's involvement in that dark world. Still, I have seen enough movies to know that world is a powerful blend of devotion, revenge, and "honor," as if the guiding principle were "Greater love hath no man than this, that a man take out a life for his friends." For having seen its flip side, Anthony probably understood better than most that Christ laid down his life for his friends.

She said colleagues at work challenged her with the question, "How can you be feminist and a Mormon?" Her response seemed so reasonable: "Of course I'm a feminist. It's because I'm a Mormon. We believe God made all women -- and all men, for that matter -- capable of being and doing and becoming more than we can ever imagine. Isn't that something to celebrate?"

Her love for that and other gospel principles puts a zing in the string of her bow, a straight aim in her arrow. As for the saint part, that would fall under the "patience of a ..." category. All these years later, Emma patiently, lovingly, does deep breathing exercises in Relief Society when sisters raise meek hands and preface their remarks with "I'm not a feminist, but..."