I admire Joseph Smith so much that I named my third son
after him: Matthew Joseph Langford.
Matthew Joseph Langford |
My reason for loving this man goes beyond
words. The depth of my feeling for him
began to increase when about 16 years ago I read a historical fiction story about him and the
early saints of the Mormon church: The
Work and the Glory by Gerald Lund.
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In this book series I didn’t feel like Joseph Smith was
characterized completely accurately—a task that I’m sure is impossible to
do—but what was depicted enabled my impression of who he was to take on a life
of its own. I could almost sense his person above and beyond the words on the page. And I loved him, admired him.
Listen: "The Rising" by Jim Westbrook |
So
much persecution. So many people against him.
He and his family were seriously injured by angry mobs several times. And some of his children died
because of the mobs and other natural causes.
It couldn’t have been easy for him.
He was misjudged. People tried to
discount him by twisting his words and actions, construing them as evil. Sounds familiar. But this is what he said of all that:
“It caused me serious reflection then,
and often has since, how very strange it was that an obscure boy,
of a little over fourteen years of age, and one, too, who was doomed to the
necessity of obtaining a scanty maintenance by his daily labor,
should be thought a character of sufficient importance to attract the attention
of the great ones of the most popular sects of the day, and in a manner to
create in them a spirit of the most bitter persecution
and reviling.
But strange or not, so it was, and it was often the cause of great sorrow to
myself.
Paul, the Road to Damascus |
“So it was with me. I had actually seen
a light, and in the midst of that light I saw two Personages,
and they did in reality speak to me; and though I was hated
and persecuted
for saying that I had seen a vision, yet it was true; and while they were
persecuting me, reviling me, and speaking all manner of evil against me falsely
for so saying, I was led to say in my heart: Why persecute me 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.”
My feelings for the Joseph Smith later developed
to astonishing heights when I saw the movie, “Joseph Smith: The Prophet of the Restoration.”
When I sat in the theater after seeing this for the first time, I could not get up. I just sat there under the dim lights as everyone exited. Wave after wave of soul-piercing energy filled my heart. I didn’t want to let the emotion out because it was way too powerful and sacred. I just tried to contain it all inside of me. It wasn’t like I was just touched. It was more like the crashing waves of the ocean. So powerful. So true. So utterly sweet.
Again, even in this account of Joseph Smith, I knew the depiction was not perfect. What movie or story can capture actuality? But who he really was came through to me in the interstices—in between the scenes. And the music certainly didn’t help in the way of controlling my emotions either. So much admiration! So much respect for him.
Some people say we worship Joseph
Smith. What I say is I worship Jesus
Christ and if a man comes near to being like him, that worship mechanism in my
heart activates. It’s telling me, “This
is a man you can trust” (D&C 1:38).
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