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Questions to Ask Concerning the Mormon Religion May His Story Never Be Forgotten Apostasy Rages in Current LDS Church Update: Apostasy in the Modern Mormon Church One Must Stand Alone if Necessary A Response to Mormon History Revisionists Doctine and Covenants, Section 10 Patriotic Poetry: The Cry From the Dust Poetry Collection Parley P. Pratt's Address to the American Indians The Return of the Prophet Joseph Smith A Testimony of the Divine Origin of the Prophet Joseph Smith Pentagram and the Modern LDS Church Preaching the Gospel in Many Lands The Prophet Mormon's Warnings to Those Who Spurn the Words and Works of the Lord D&C - 113th section, Scattered Remnants Exhorted to Return The Importance of Finding the Truth Translated Beings Laboring Among the Indians Blessings on the Righteous in America Prophetic Sayings of Heber C. Kimball Why the Current LDS People Have Lost Their Capacity to Reason New Books: The Mormon Religion is Still True What Did Early Church Leaders Have to Say on the American Indians? What is the True message of the Book of Mormon?
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Seeing the Savior (Section 1) Experiences, Section 4 For a period of several days after this, I was anxiously hoping and praying to see this same man again, intending to invite him to dinner. The next time I saw him was during the Summer. I was driving my car west on First South at about Fourth or Fifth East, and I recognized him talking to an old man in front of a rest home. I stopped my car and walked back to him. He had the old man in good humor as though they were joking. I asked him if I could speak to him, and he excused himself to the old man and walked west with me. He made statements like, "I like Salt Lake, you can get to anyplace from Salt Lake...You can get to Eureka from Salt Lake." I had the thought Eureka was a symbol of Hell, for it was notorious as a wide open mining town in its boom years, and that Salt Lake was a good place to get to Hell from (or Heaven). I asked him if he would come to my home for dinner, at which he said, "I don't believe I got your name." I introduced myself and he said his name was James Farrell and we shook hands. I gave him my address, but never saw him again until the middle of winter on Main Street, and Third South, and I again hurried to talk to him and ask him to visit my home. |