Documentary

The Christus statue, created by Bertel Thorvaldsen, is renowned as an incredible work of art that helps viewers connect with Christ, regardless of their faith origin. What many people may not know about the statue are its origins.

Explore the impact of the BYU–Pathway Worldwide education program in Ghana in this 13 minute documentary. Experience intimate interviews and stunning visuals, and listen to Ghanaians share how education has changed their lives. This is a story of hope, innovation and personal transformation created by four BYUjournalism students.

Four students and two faculty members in the BYU School of Communications journalism sequence traveled to Lahaina, Maui in October to document rebuilding efforts following the August Maui wildfires.

BYU interns in Krakow, Poland assisted the Auschwitz-Birkenau Memorial in their preservation of the identities of those who lost their lives at Auschwitz.

In pris’n I saw him next, condemned to meet a traitor’s doom at morn. The tide of lying tongues I stemmed, and honored him ’mid shame and scorn. My friendship’s utmost zeal to try, he asked if I for him would die. The flesh was weak; my blood ran chill, but my free spirit cried, “I will!”

I spied him where a fountain burst clear from the rock; his strength was gone. The heedless water mocked his thirst; he heard it, saw it hurrying on. I ran and raised the suff’rer up; thrice from the stream he drained my cup, dipped and returned it running o’er; I drank and never thirsted more.

Following the production of The Black 14 documentary, two Black 14 members visited BYU campus. While in Provo, they spoke to students, watched the premiere of the documentary, and were honored at the BYU Wyoming football game.

Once, when my scanty meal was spread, He entered; not a word he spake, Just perishing for want of bread. I gave him all; he blessed it, brake, And ate, but gave me part again. Mine was an angel’s portion then, For while I fed with eager haste, The crust was manna to my taste.

Stript, wounded, beaten nigh to death, I found him by the highway side. I roused his pulse, brought back his breath, Revived his spirit, and supplied Wine, oil, refreshment—he was healed. I had myself a wound concealed, But from that hour forgot the smart, And peace bound up my broken heart.

’Twas night; the floods were out; it blew A winter hurricane aloof. I heard his voice abroad and flew To bid him welcome to my roof. I warmed and clothed and cheered my guest And laid him on my couch to rest, Then made the earth my bed and seemed In Eden’s garden while I dreamed.

A poor wayfaring Man of grief Hath often crossed me on my way, Who sued so humbly for relief That I could never answer nay. I had not pow’r to ask his name, Whereto he went, or whence he came; Yet there was something in his eye That won my love; I knew not why.

Introduction to the "Poor Wayfaring Man" project produced by students and staff mentors in the journalism program in the School of Communications at Brigham Young University.

The company behind the Emmys honored BYU journalism with a 2020 Student Production Award for their documentary about the Camino de Santiago.