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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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Experiences (Section 1) On a beautiful. mid-summer afternoon in about 1952, I was driving south on State Street, in Salt Lake City, Utah. As I stopped for the light at 8th South; a tall, slender, dark complexioned man walking in front of my car caused me to think, "there is a man from Mexico who lives with the poor of his people, trying to better their lot, for he loves them." He was obviously a foreigner, such as one can tell of some people from Mexico; and the feeling was of the severe poverty of certain places in rural Mexico. I had a powerful feeling come over me that here is a great man who is a leader of his people, and that this man was patiently, calmly helping his people there, for he loved them. The next thought I had was, "He is the Savior." I had never before experienced such beautiful thoughts of a man; though he is very humble, he would be feared if anyone came up against him. At that thought, his eyes flashed in true majesty, bearing out my thought. There was a middle-aged woman waiting on the corner facing east, probably waiting for a bus, whom I noticed observing him with a beautiful expression on her face. She was probably experiencing the same beautiful spirit coming from the Savior I believe he was. There was a calmness in his expression and walk, and a calm, peaceful feeling I felt in looking at him. He turned north on State Street as I hurried the car around the block in hopes of seeing him again, but couldn't find him. My next stop was a cafe where I was to meet a salesman I sold vacuum cleaners with. The spirit of the Savior was with me as I sat waiting, and I was looking at the waitresses with a feeling of charity. My thoughts were how much more they were exposed to the pressures of the hard life than the average girls, and the Savior felt like a big protective brother to them. There was no self-righteous bigot in him at all, so common in some types of church going people. I thought if I ever see the same man again, I would use some excuse to talk to him. |