The Book of Mormon has a very radical history. Its origins are shrouded with divine
intervention or audacious falsehood, depending on who you speak to.
The story according to Joseph Smith begins when he
was 17 and living in Palmyra, New York.
He felt terrible for some of his youthful follies, and so, as he prayed
to God he received a visit from an angel named Moroni. Moroni gave Joseph several instructions
during that visit and among those was to inform him that at a hill nearby his
home, there was a record of the ancient American inhabitants that the Lord
would command him to translate. Moroni
left and then returned a second time that night, repeating what he’d said
before with some additional instruction.
He left and returned a third time, saying the same things as his last
visit with even more additional instruction.
The next morning, Joseph was visited a fourth time
with the same circumstances and was instructed to tell his father everything
that Moroni had told him. After hearing
all these things, Joseph’s father told him that it came from God and that he needed
to obey the angel.
When Joseph went to the hill, he found the record
Moroni had told him about, and seeing that they were written on gold plates, he
thought about how this gold could really help his family in their indigent
circumstances. God didn’t like that
attitude very much. Moroni appeared
again, and in more words than I am giving, Joseph was forbidden from
translating for four years. During that
time, he was told to grow up and set his heart only on the things of God and
then he would be worthy to translate the golden plates.
Four years later, Joseph received the plates with
special instructions to keep them hidden from the world because there were
wicked men who sought to destroy the work of God. But if Joseph did everything in his power to
keep the plates safe, God would take care of the rest. The plates stayed hidden and protected, and
Joseph was able to complete the translation of the plates, and through same
miracle, was able to publish the record as The Book of Mormon, named after a
prophet-historian in the scripture.
The golden plates were taken up by Moroni once the
translation was completed and nobody besides Joseph ever saw the plates except
on two separate occasions. The first
time, three of Joseph’s friends (Oliver Cowdery, David Whitmer, and Martin
Harris) heard the voice of the Lord and were shown the golden plates in a
divine manifestation. The second
occasion, the plates were shown by Joseph Smith by eight men—Joseph’s father,
two of his brothers, four from the Whitmer family, and Hiram Page. While none of them heard a voice or saw
angels, they were allowed to touch and handle the plates. The testimonies of both the Three and the
Eight Witnesses are published as part of The Book of Mormon, as well as
Joseph’s testimony as to how he received it.
The golden plates were taken by the angel Moroni and
nobody has claimed to have seen them since.
The Book of Mormon was published in 1830, and shortly afterwards, the
Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints was established.
This is only a summary of what took place over
several years, but in essence, it’s what happened.
Of course, most of the world gets about ten seconds
into that story and say, Yeah right. You
expect us to believe that something like that happened in our day and age?
To which I say, Many of us believe that the Red Sea
was parted to let the Israelites cross on dry land. Next to that, being commanded to write a book
doesn’t quite stretch my credulity.
One of the best criticisms I ever heard on the Book
of Mormon was when a gentleman asked me what happened to the gold plates Joseph
Smith translated from. “The angel Moroni
took it up with him.”
“That’s rather convenient for you, isn’t it?”
I bit my tongue.
Frankly, it would have been more convenient to have the gold plates with
us to verify that part of Joseph Smith’s story, but even then, I doubt it would
make that great a difference in convincing anybody of our claim to hold the
full and restored gospel of Christ. That
belief has only come by prayer and listening to the Spirit, as far as I’ve ever
witnessed.
Of course, there’s the familiar charge of Joseph
Smith being a liar and a fraud. There’s
no evidence that the Book of Mormon wasn’t just pulled out of a hat, and
there’s even historical records stating that Joseph Smith used a hat during
translation (one of the quirkier aspects to the story, I will gleefully
admit.) And, the truth is, Joseph Smith
couldn’t prove anything to anybody. We
have to take his word on it that what he said was true.
But what about the Three and Eight Witnesses? In my not-so-humble opinion, they are the
best argument for the Book of Mormon’s veracity. All 11 of these men claimed to have seen the
golden plates, and in the case of the Eight, they physically handled them,
while the Three claimed to have had a miraculous vision accompanying their
witnessing of the plates. All of the
Three and three of the Eight (Hiram Page, Jacob Whitmer, and John Whitmer) were
excommunicated or had their records removed from the Church, nearly all at the
same time.
These were all men who had been close friends with
Joseph at the beginning of the Book of Mormon translation. They had all been prominent members of the
Church and had suffered much the same things Joseph had in the early days of
building Zion. However, because of their
own prideful ambitions, they were cut off entirely.
Oliver Cowdery had been one of Joseph’s closest
friends and was instrumental in assisting Joseph during the bulk of
translation. After the excommunication,
he went into law and became a very successful lawyer—and one of Joseph’s most
bitter enemies until the end of Joseph’s life.
And yet… during a trial, one of Oliver’s opposing attorney’s made a
snide remark about the Book of Mormon, and Oliver went on record defending his
vision of the golden plates.
(On a sidenote, Oliver let go of his animosity after
Joseph was murdered. He became so
incensed at the legal injustice taking place that he volunteered to go to Washington
DC at his own expense to demand justice for the crime committed by the
mob. He lost, but was eventually
rebaptized with the Saints and stayed faithful till his death.)
Martin Harris was often in trouble in the Church,
despite his enormous influence and aid in the early days, especially
financially backing the Book of Mormon publication. He lived a long life and often bore testimony
about his experience in seeing the golden plates.
David Whitmer was excommunicated and never returned,
as is the case with his brothers and brother-in-law in the Eight. He was hurt and never more a friend to Joseph
Smith. And yet, seven years before he
died, he had 21 upstanding citizens in his community sign and witness an
affidavit he made proclaiming his testimony of the golden plates and the truth
of the Book of Mormon. This was decades
after his excommunication and he had no intention of returning. He was bitter about Joseph, and yet he never
stepped down from his testimony of the golden plates and was the most public
about this.
John Whitmer was excommunicated and Jacob Whitmer
and Hiram Page voluntarily had their records removed. They never went back, and on their deathbeds,
each proclaimed that they had seen the plates and that they knew it came from
God.
I’m happy that the other five witnesses (Christian
Whitmer, Peter Whitmer, Jun., Joseph Smith, Sen., Hyrum Smith, and Samuel H.
Smith) all stayed in the Church until they died and stayed true to their
testimonies of the golden plates and the Book of Mormon. But it endlessly fascinates me that six
others found cause to leave it all behind.
Their departures weren’t amicable.
It was horrendous, awful, deeply antagonistic. They had so much animosity towards Joseph
Smith, Jun., and if at any time, they could have said it had all been a
lie. If it was a lie, they had nothing
to gain by affirming the Book of Mormon was a true book. And yet they stuck to their story to the end.
I can’t understand why they would do that unless it
had been real.
Regardless, this has led me to think much about how
I feel about the Book of Mormon. The
title page of the Book of Mormon lays out that its purpose is “to the
convincing of Jew and Gentile that JESUS is the CHRIST, the ETERNAL GOD” and the
book is quite frankly the main reason I ever came to believe in God.
See, I was born and raised Latter-day Saint, but
that has never been a guarantee that I was going to stay. Freedom to choose is given such a high place
of respectability in the Church that nobody interferes even when the choice is
to go against the Church and what it stands for, and this has been the case
since its foundation. Many people joined
and were baptized and no small number of them left soon after, and this trend
goes on today.
When I was a teenager, I had gotten so angry about
the personal traumas and injustices that had happened to me for so much of my
life that I didn’t see any evidence that there was a God there. I certainly couldn’t tell you what the Spirit
felt like, what the purpose of prayer was, or why there was so much emphasis on
things like Sabbath worship or Priesthood.
What was it all for when clearly none of that had affected my life in
any way for the better?
On my mom’s advice, though, I decided not to call it
crap until I actually read my scriptures.
It’s funny; I have been reading since I was two (no lie) and read
anything that my hands could touch and yet I’d never read any books of
scripture all the way through. And it
was a challenge. It took me a
year-and-a-half to get through the Book of Mormon once. Since then, I’ve read it well over a dozen
times and certain passages well over a hundred.
Some of my most valuable lessons came from the Book
of Mormon. The passage that changed my
life most is found in Jacob 2, when Jacob’s people began going off the deep
end. In the few years they had lived in
their promised land, they had been blessed with gold, silver, and all the
treasures in the earth, and because some of them had more than the other, they
let themselves become prideful, wearing fine clothes and beginning to persecute
those that were poorer than they were, creating an awful inequality among
themselves. They had taken their eye off
the Lord and this caused Jacob to cry:
“O that he would rid you from this iniquity and
abomination. And, O that ye would listen
unto the word of his commands, and let not this pride of your hearts destroy
your souls! Think of your brethren like
unto yourselves, and be familiar with all and free with your substance, that
they may be rich like unto you. But before
ye seek for riches, seek ye for the kingdom of God. And after ye have obtained a hope in Christ
ye shall obtain riches, if ye seek them; and ye will seek them for the intent
to do good—to clothe the naked, and to feed the hungry, and to liberate the
captive, and administer relief to the sick and the afflicted.” (Jacob 2:16-19)
I had read these words many times before, but when I
came across them at age 20, I cried because I knew that I had been focused so
on my own gain and status all my life until that point. In a lot of ways, I consider that moment to
be the true beginning of my conversion to God, where it wasn’t just that I
believed he was there but that I understood what was expected of me and the
kind of man that He wanted me to become.
It goes back to Christ’s saying, “No man can serve
two masters… Ye cannot serve God and mammon.” (Matt. 6:24) It hit me then and continues with me now that
the “love of money is the root of all evil” (1 Tim. 6:10) and I made a decision
that if gaining wealth should ever cause me to lose the love of my fellow man,
then I pray I’m never rich. I would
rather be a poor man all the days of my life and still have charity for my
brothers and sisters on earth than to be wealthy and think myself better than
another. Anytime I catch myself with
such pride and ambition, I shudder and ask if this is what I want to be, and I
say, “No.”
Why stop there, though? Jacob certainly didn’t. In the same sermon, after all the chastisement
of the inequality of wealth and the pride that came from that, he went on to an
even more serious charge, breaking the law of chastity. He was especially harsh on the men, and Jacob
in his calling as prophet, repeated what the Lord said in this:
“For behold, I, the Lord, have seen the sorrow, and
heard the mourning of the daughters of my people in the land of Jerusalem, yea,
and in all the lands of my people, because of the wickedness and abominations
of their husbands. And I will not
suffer, saith the Lord of Hosts, that the cries of the fair daughters of this
people, which I have led out of the land of Jerusalem, shall come up unto me
against the men of my people, saith the Lord of Hosts… Behold, ye have done
greater iniquities than the Lamanites, our brethren [a nation Jacob’s people
were on bad terms with]. Ye have broken
the hearts of your tender wives, and lost the confidence of your children,
because of your bad examples before them; and the sobbings of their hearts
ascend up to God against you. And
because of the strictness of the word of God, which cometh down against you,
many hearts died, pierced with deep wounds.” (Jacob 2:31-32, 35)
I certainly find this passage applicable to many of
the problems we see in our society today, especially in the home. I could use this opportunity to comment on how
this is a general warning to all, but I can only think of how it affected
me. A reason I take the law of chastity
seriously is that not only do I know how it would break the heart of the woman
I will someday marry if I ever chose not to live it, it’s clear that God will
hold me accountable for how I treat my wife.
Those few verses alone taught me more about my
responsibilities as a husband than any other single thing ever have.
And as a final lesson I learned, I’ll finish with my
favorite story from the Book of Mormon, and involves the Lamanites that were
mentioned earlier. The Lamanites were an
awful, awful people. They were lazy but
very warlike, unbothered by murders and their own selves. At one point, some missionaries decide to go
among the Lamanites and teach them the gospel of Christ, to see if they can
bring at least one soul to repent. The
timing is sketchy, but I assume that over a period of months and probably
years, the missionaries were so successful that they were baptizing by the
thousands.
One missionary, Aaron, taught the king of all the
Lamanites, and I am a huge fan of this king.
When the king is first introduced, he tries to kill Aaron’s younger
brother but because of unfavorable circumstances, relents. In fact, he was so impressed with Aaron’s
brother that he was excited to hear about this gospel of Christ, and after
Aaron shares what he knows, the king declares:
“…what shall I do that I may be born of God, having
this wicked spirit rooted out of my breast, and receive his Spirit, that I may
be filled with joy, that I may not be cast off at the last day? Behold, said he, I will give up all that I
possess, yea, I will forsake my kingdom,
that I may receive this great joy.” (Alma 22:15; emphasis added)
I added the italics because this highlights what
God’s blessings are worth. I don’t know
whether the king ever heard about Jacob’s sermon, but he lived that counsel,
“before ye seek for riches, seek ye for the kingdom of God.” In the world, you can’t gain more than your
own kingdom, and this king wanted to trade that for a chance to be in God’s
kingdom. Is there any greater sacrifice
than that?
Yes, there is, because this story isn’t done. After the king is baptized, many people in
his country listen to the preaching and are baptized. The king dies and passes the kingdom onto his
son, and it’s not long afterwards when the nonbelieving Lamanites become angry
with the believers. Through some pretty
awful political machinations, the nonbelievers took up their swords and prepared
to go to war with the believers.
Bear in mind, the believers had been warlike people
and many of them were murderous fiends before they accepted the gospel. They were no strangers to death. So when the nonbelievers came to war, the
believers knew what was at stake. But
because of the gospel they’d accepted, and knowing the sins they had committed
before, they were loath to go to war. They
did not feel right killing their brethren, even though it would be
self-defense. They took their swords and
buried them, saying, “…if our brethren destroy us, behold, we shall go to our
God and shall be saved.” (Alma 24:16)
Then they really put themselves to the test. When the nonbelievers came against them, the
believers knelt down and prayed. The
unbelieving Lamanites came on them and killed 1,005 of the believers that day,
and the whole while that this was going on, the believers “would lie down and
perish, and praised God even in the very act of perishing under the sword—”
(Alma 24:23) I’ve never read anywhere else
of anybody subjecting themselves so perfectly to the evils of this world with
more confidence than these martyrs, save it be Christ himself. This action alone makes them the most
Christlike people you will find in any scripture that I know of.
Many of the killers were so touched by this
sacrifice that they also gave up their swords and were baptized. That the believers welcomed them into their
society makes this one of the most understated and perfect acts of forgiveness
I could ever imagine.
There are times I wonder whether I’m sacrificing
enough or forgiving enough of another, and when I place myself against this
standard, I know that I have a long way to go.
But I’m happy that there is this story to guide me and inspire me to
become who I want to be.
It also makes me grateful to have the Book of Mormon
in my life. I would not believe in
Christ without it, and because of it, I have known how to feel the Spirit work
in my life and I have been witness to miracles because of the gospel that it
brought to me. Without it, I certainly
would not have brought myself to write these monthly essays.
And most of all, I believe the Book of Mormon is a
true book and that its purpose is to bring one closer to Christ. That testimony is worth more to me than the whole
world.