History of the Prophet Joseph, by His MotherSmith, Lucy
History
History of the Prophet Joseph, by His Mother
Smith, Lucy
Smith, Joseph, Jr., 1805-1844
against me falsely, for so saying, I was led to say in my heart,
Why persecute for telling the truth? I have actually seen a vision;
and who am I that I can withstand God? or why does the world think
to make me deny what I have actually seen? for I had seen a vision.
I knew it, and I knew that God knew it; and I could not deny it,
neither dared I do it--at least, I knew that by so doing I would
offend God, and come under condemnation.--_Times and Seasons_, vol.
iii, p. 727; _Supp. to Mill. Star_, vol. xiv, p. 2; _History of the
Church_, vol. i, pp. 3-8.
From this time until the twenty-first of September, 1823, Joseph
continued, as usual, to labor with his father, and nothing during
this interval occurred of very great importance--though he suffered
every kind of opposition and persecution from the different orders of
religionists.
On the evening of the twenty-first of September, he retired to his bed
in quite a serious and contemplative state of mind. He shortly betook
himself to prayer and supplication to Almighty God, for a manifestation
of his standing before him, and while thus engaged he received the
following vision:
While I was thus in the act of calling upon God, I discovered a
light appearing in my room, which continued to increase until the
room was lighter than at noon-day, when immediately a personage
appeared at my bed-side, standing in the air, for his feet did
not touch the floor. He had on a loose robe of most exquisite
whiteness. It was a whiteness beyond anything earthly I had ever
seen, nor do I believe that any earthly thing could be made to
appear so exceedingly white and brilliant. His hands were naked,
and his arms also, a little above the wrist; so also were his
feet naked, as were his legs a little above the ankles. His head
and neck were also bare. I could discover that he had no other
clothing on but this robe, as it was open, so that I could see
into his bosom. Not only was his robe exceedingly white, but his
whole person was glorious beyond description, and his countenance
truly like lightning. The room was exceedingly light, but not so
very bright as immediately around his person. When I first looked
upon him I was afraid, but the fear soon left me. He called me
by name, and said unto me that he was a messenger sent from the
presence of God to me, and that his name was Moroni; that God had
a work for me to do, and that my name should be had for good and
evil among all nations, kindreds, and tongues; or that it should be
both good and evil spoken of among all people. He said there was a
book deposited, written upon gold plates, giving an account of the
former inhabitants of this continent, and the source from whence
they sprang. He also said that the fullness of the everlasting
gospel was contained in it, as delivered by the Savior to the
ancient inhabitants.
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