I am Pearl W. Moriarity. I
live in Independence, Missouri. This is my testimony of how we came to
accept the Book of Mormon.
I cannot say when our Cole
ancestors began their friendly relations with the Indians. My grandfather
Oren Cole said, "They kept no record, but he knew that as for back as their
leaving Vermont, soon after the revolutionary war, that his people had been
friends with the Indians."
One Luther Cole brought a
large wagon train to northeastern Ohio, Portage County. There they found
many Indians, and they made friends with them at once. There grew to be an
especially fine relationship among the women. One Cole writer, I think my
grandfather's grandmother, was an expert midwife and nurse. She, more than
any other, won the confidence of the Indians. Sometime very late in the
seventeen nineties, measles broke out among the Indians. They had not the
least immunity in their blood, and they died like sheep die in the cold, wet
weather. At first the Indians depended on their medicine men, but early in
the scourge the head medicine man got the disease and died. The chief of the
tribe finally came to the settlement and asked Mrs. Cole for help. Having
daughters who could take over the home, she went with the chief to do
whatever she could. For six weeks she nursed the sick and helped the putting
away of the dead. While she worked with the stricken Indians, the settlement
constantly supplied medicine, food and other necessities.
She learned many things
about the Indians that none of the white people had ever heard. She came
home with a deep conviction that Indians were of direct Hebrew descent. Four
things she had learned, in that six weeks she had been so intimately
associated with them, were to her absolute proof.
First, never did the
Indian women and children eat with the men. The men were fed first. The
women and children ate what was left. A Hebrew custom.
Second, when an Indian boy
came to puberty, he must pass many requirements with bow, arrow,
scraping, nut scalping and knife. He must know much woods lore -- fishing,
making a canoe and many other things -- before he could be admitted to the
warriors of the tribe through a very solemn ceremony. Also, he must know a
great amount of history of his people, as they kept their history. The Jews,
who have the very same thing to this day, call it the bar mitzvah.
The Jewish boy has then come to man state in their church. With the Indians,
from that ceremony on, the boy was a warrior. He no more played with the
children and always ate with the men.
Third, when a woman
conceived there was no more marriage relation, not until after her child was
weaned at three years old. A Hebrew custom.
Fourth, a menstruating
woman was unclean and isolated as much as she possibly could be from other
women, and entirely from men. That also was a distinct Hebrew custom. See
the 12th Chapter of Leviticus for uncleanness of child birth, also in Luke
2:2 concerning the mother of Jesus. And for the uncleanness of girls, Esther
Being a Bible student and
knowing a great deal of Jewish customs, this ancestress of ours was so sure
the Indians were descendants from the Hebrews that her belief became
a tradition handed down through our generations.
Association with the Indians
my grandfather Oren Cole went to the Northwest shortly after the Civil War,
again they were among the Indians -- many tribes up there -- and some who
had recently been of the war path. Chiefly they were associated with the
Idaho Indians. I was born on the edge of that reservation. So my early years
were spent in association with Indians to a considerable extent.
When I was eleven, my
parents moved to Kansas. Our home was in a border county to the Indian
territory. We saw many Indians of many tribes. White men had married Indian
women, and our schools had a great number of children of mixed blood. We had
more than one family of neighbors who proved upon their head right in the
land division in the Indian territory.
I taught school and there
were so many pupils who were part Indian, a few full bloods. They were all
such good, well behaved children and so intelligent. I was astonished. I
would rather teach Indians anytime than white children.
We had an uncle and his
wife who reared a Creek girl who had been left an orphan when she was very
small. She was a very great blessing to them all of her life and that girl
had a most remarkable mentality.
Later, my husband and I
lived in a town on the Oklahoma-Kansas border, just after the territory was
made apart of Oklahoma and admitted as a state. There we found more Indians,
some very wonderful people. I learned much of their ways and history from
several of them, but most of all from one.
She was the youngest daughter of a Roanoke mother, whose people had been
driven on "The Trail of Death;" as the Indians still call it. That
was when the United States government scattered tribes from the eastern
states to the portion that was named The Indian Territory, land thought to
be good enough to raise a few cattle and sheep. Soldiers were sent to move
them from the land that had been their home for hundreds of years. I have
been told the story of that dreadful march by more than one descendant of
those who were in that move, and everyone in great bitterness of heart
related how the soldiers, on horse back, herded the Indians along. Many were
old and unable to stand the strain of that long, hard march. When they gave
out and could go no farther, they were shot down and left unburied.
I have read that the
government stoutly denied that report. This little neighbor of mine told me
of her mother's people being on that march. She said, "It was absolute truth
that the sick and helpless were shot like animals. Her grandmother had been
witness to that."
My neighbor's grandmother,
on her father's side, was quarter French. His father was all Indian, but I
never learned the tribe. They were from Canada. There were five girls in
that family as different as five sisters could possibly be. They were nearly
four years apart, for the family had been planned by Hebrew custom.
The eldest girl lived in
the same town. She was a typical squaw. One lived up in the hills close to
the father and mother. She, too, could have put on beads and skin clothing
and passed for a squaw a hundred years before. I never saw the next one .
Then, once in awhile the next daughter came to town. She had gone back to
her father's French ancestors for her looks. There was no Indian features
about her. She was beautiful, exactly like an old daguerro-type her father
had of his mother when his tribe lived at Toronto, Canada. The youngest was
my little neighbor Mary Jo. She didn't show her Indian blood in her looks.
She was small. Her hair was brown, a light brown, and she had deep hazel
eyes. She had never been a strong child and was never able to make the long
walk to the school where her sisters went. So she had grown up in the woods,
learning from nature as the Indian children always had done. None of the
girls got much education, except to work and to do that work well.
ancestors & religion
my first acquaintance, Mary Jo seemed to like me and came to our house a
great deal. She could neither read nor write. I offered to teach her, but
she wanted to learn more about cooking, homemaking and sewing. She had the
most marvelous memory. I could read a recipe to her once and she could
repeat it and remember it. I never had to explain anything but once. She
simply absorbed knowledge about any kind of work.
She had a baby boy, Brent.
There I helped her greatly in teaching her child care. Some months latter
another baby was coming. I was always mother, as well as teacher to her
then. Her husband was part Choctaw, some Cherokee and some very bad white.
Never was he the bright, intelligent being that she was. Because his work
took him away long hours, she spent most of her time at our place. He did
not provide anything but the meagerest of living, and she wanted so much a
home, nice and clean, with good furniture. She wanted good up-bringing for
her children and was eagerly learning how to do the things best for them.
She was no moocher. She brought things for our table from their small
garden, of something she had baked, of fruit from her father's farm up in
She never spoke of
religion. She was very aloof when we talked of Sunday School and Church.
Sometimes I offered to take her with me to our women's meetings or to
church, but she always shrugged off the offer.
Her baby girl come in the
fall. All winter I helped her with the babies, constantly helping her in
housewifely arts. One day in the spring, I brought up Sunday School again. I
said to her, "I wish you would let me take Brent to Sunday School. I could
take care of him as well as I do Henry. I help with the little ones all the
She said, "No!" more
emphatically than was necessary, I thought. I insisted, thinking it was
clothes. I even offered to help her make a Russian suit, that was all the
style for little boys then. She said, "No." We went on with our work and
when it was finished we ate our lunch. Then we took up our sewing, and I
came back to Brent going to Sunday School.
Finally she said, "No,
Pearly. I do not want my children to go to your church. I want them to grow
up in the Indian religion." In astonishment I exclaimed, "Mary Jo, I didn't
know the Indians had any religion except what the missionaries had taught
them." "Oh, yes. We have religion that goes far, far back before the white
man ever come to this country. Our great parents came out of the Holy City."
(You will find the reference to the Holy City in I Nephi 6:9.) I was simply
dumb founded. When I could command words, I asked her to tell me about it. I
had read Prescott and Bancroft so I knew about the tradition of the Indian's
great white teacher. "No," she said. "We never tell people. They do not
believe, so we keep our religion to ourselves. That is why father and
mother took my sisters out of the Catholic school on the Creek nation. The
nuns made the Indian children learn their religion. Father came up to
Kansas. The girls went to school up there in the hills. Kansas does not make
the children learn the
Pearly, and that is why so many Indians came up to Kansas." I wanted so much
to know and insisted that she tell me. Finally she said, "you will laugh at
me." I did not think there would be anything to laugh about, and I said so.
At last she agreed to tell me. Here is her narrative, straight forward and
right to the point -- brief, as an Indian always talks.
"It was hundreds of years
before the Christ (you call him) was born, that the Great Spirit brought our
fathers out of the Holy City, men who were to go to another land that had
been promised us through one of our fathers long, long before. The Great
Spirit showed them the way through the wilderness until they came to the
great sea. They suffered many hardships, but they believed in the Great
Spirit. They were in the wilderness quite awhile. The Great Spirit taught
them how to build a big boat and to make ready for a long trip. He directed
them over the great waters until they came to the promised land -- this land
that came to be America. He gave it to them for their home, forever. They
had brought the law, Psalms, and much of the prophets, and they had the
history of their people back to the first father and mother. They grew
strong and were a great people, but some of the sons would not believe the
teachings of their father, and they broke away. In time, two great nations
existed. They could not live in peace, and the bad ones fought the good ones
and there were many wars. They grew so wicked and so many were killed, that
at last the Great Spirit put a dark color on them to punish them. That part
of those people are called Indians, and we are their children.
We had many prophets sent
among us to teach us. Some of the prophets were killed, because the more
wicked part of our people did not believe them. Then, the greatest prophet
was sent to us. He told us that to save us from our sins, the Great Spirit
would send his son to be born as a baby. He would die to take away the sins
of all men who would repent. He told us
there would be signs when that son was born in the flesh.
There would be a day and a night and a day, with no dark between. We would
see the sun go down, but no night came. We would see it come up. We were to
know that the son of the Great Spirit was born, a man child. He told us
another sign would come to us when the son was put to death on the cross.
Terrible things would happen.
Storms such as we had never seen. The earth would
rock, and in places open and take in land and water. Mountains would be
shaken down. Cities would sink under the sea along our coasts. People would
be carried away, and no one would ever see them again. There would be great
sorrow and wailing. After a time, the son, who was our great teacher, would
come to this land and teach his people. People were so angry at this prophet
that they threw stones at him and drove him away. He went out and they never
saw him again. But, in a few years came the sign he had told us about. Two
days with no darkness between, just as he had said. Many believed and turned
away from their sins, but most did not, and they still laughed at what the
prophet had said.
A good many years went by
and then, just like that (she snapped her finger sharply), came the awful
things he had said would happen.
came in and the earth rocked like a ship out on the big waters. People were
caught up in huge
black clouds and were gone, and no one ever knew what became of them.
And in many places the earth did open; and trees and fields and people and
cows were swallowed up, and the earth closed again.
Mountains came sliding down and filled
valleys. Oh! It was terrible! Almost three days it lasted. And it was
dark, so dark that
we could not
even light a fire. Then, when it was over, we began to find our own
families and try to live again. After awhile, the great white teacher came.
He was very like our men, except he wore a beard. Our men never had beards.
He had a clear, piercing voice, never loud, but more like the sound of an
arrow as it flies. He taught us. Many believed at once. They come to listen.
They gathered from all around to hear him. He laid his hands on the sick,
they were well. He touched blind eyes, they could see. He touched deaf ears,
they could hear. The lame could run and walk. He laid his hands on one that
had died, and he rose up and lived. He went about helping, as much as
teaching. Crowds come to learn from him, and people who really didn't care
to hear him brought their sick."
Right there I stopped her
to ask, "Mary Jo, where did he live while he was doing all this ministry?"
She did not understand, so I had to change my question to, "Where did he
stay at night?"
"Oh! When night was
coming, a pale mist gathered around him like a thick fog and the fog lifted
up. When the mist floated away, he was gone."
Lost the Testimony When Mocking
laughed right out loud, and instantly I was sorry. Mary Jo gave me the
strangest look and without a word turned to the bed where her baby slept,
took her in one arm and Brent under the other, and without a backward glance
for a word went home. I apologized earnestly after her as she left. I was so
Next day she did not come,
nor the next, nor the next. The morning of the fourth day, I took my
children and went over to Mary Jo's. Opening the kitchen door I said, "Mary
Jo, I have come to hear the rest of your Indian religion."
She glared darkly at me
and said surly, "I'll not tell you any more." I sat down and waited and
waited. After awhile I said, "Mary Jo, if you don't tell me, I won't help
you anymore when the baby has the colic." I waited. At last she said, "Oh,
Pearly, I couldn't stay mad with you." So we sat by her small kitchen stove
and she went right on with her history, exactly where she had left off.
"He told us how to live.
That we must repent of our sins. We should teach our children to worship the
Great Spirit. People came in crowds, and they sat on the grass to hear him.
Once he fed the people who had come a long way and had no food. After awhile
chose twelve men who were to take care of teaching the people when he
went back to the Great Spirit. He called them disciples. He taught us why we
must be baptized, to take our sins away."
I said, "Mary Jo, what do
you mean by baptized?" "He said, 'To be buried under the water and raised up
again was to mean how we would be raised up after death by being buried in
the ground.' It was like your church baptizes, Pearly. One day when our men
understood all he had been teaching about it, we went down to the river. All
people went. The
man who was to be the chief of the twelve disciples went down into the
river. He was laid under the water and lifted up again, and we saw no man
I was simply overwhelmed
by her story and questioned her. "Didn't the great white teacher baptize
"No. He was not there
then. The man who had been baptized then baptized the other eleven
disciples. Then they baptized many others, and we had great rejoicing. It
was then the great white teacher came walking among us again. At once he
began teaching us again. He blessed the babies and little children, and he
said, 'They are of the heaven and
need no baptism,
and it is a sin to baptize a child until he could tell right from wrong.'
See why my people could not
take the nuns teaching down there in the Indian territory? He taught the
men that this was his church, and they who had had hands laid on their heads
in blessings were to take care of it. He gave all who were baptized bread
and wine, just like your church does. And these men were to keep that custom
until he came again, for it meant his body and his blood.
Oh! Everyone lift their
work and come to hear him, and the people believed. We came every day. Then
one day after teaching and reminding us to live cleanly and pray and watch,
he said, 'I go away, but I come again. If I find you watching, I will take
you to be with me in a place made ready for you.' He began to be lifted up.
This time there was no mist, we saw clearly. Some of our men tried to lay
hold of him, but he was out of their reach. We saw him going up and up until
he was a tiny speck. He was gone."
Mary Jo simply lived her
story. On this part she dramatized, reaching up with the most indescribable
look on her face. At "He was gone," her hands dropped neatly into her lap.
It was the most surprising thing I had ever heard. After a long silence, I
asked, "Mary Jo, how long was he here?" Instantly she lifted up one finger
and said, "One moon." Another silence, in which I was trying to get
in my mind the strange thing she had told me. At last I asked, "Did he ever
come back?" "No! But, Pearly, do you see why our people
greeted the white men
when they first came here as they did? They thought the great white teacher
had come, as he said he would."
"Mary Jo, were there any
records left by your people?" "Not that I know of." "Well how in the world
have you kept this history so perfectly from mother to daughter?" "Mother
began teaching us just as soon as we could understand. Every day she told
us, and we learned to keep to ourselves about it, for white folks do not
She was quite conversant on the flood, the Egyptian bondage, the
the years in the wilderness, the tabernacle; but of the people in this land,
she was eloquent. She seemed to know only of the colony that had come out of
Jerusalem, about six hundred years before Christ. After many questions, I
finally came to this, "Mary Jo, why did the Indians never tell this
history and religion to the white people? Why didn't any of them tell that
you come from the Holy City?"
For a long time she did
not answer, but she sat seemingly far away in memories. I noticed she was
filling with emotion as a child about to cry strongly. At last she looked up
right into my eyes; and as she did, I saw my dear little neighbor change
into savage. If she could have had feathers and paint, she would have made a
grand warrior. As she spoke her lips drew back from her teeth and her eyes
glowed with a fearful light.
"Why should we tell them
anything? When they came to our home, we brought fresh water and fruit and
meat to them. We treated them kindly. What did they do to us? They took some
of out men on their boats to look around. They shut them up. The boats
sailed away, and we never saw our men again. They beat us. When our people
refused to do their dirty work, They chopped their hands off and sent them
home to show the bleeding stubs or arms to their people. They raped our
women and even our little girls. They shot our men at their work. They stole
our lands, our homes that had been given us by the Great Spirit long, long
ago. And they drove us out of our homes. Why should we tell them anything?"
Written words cannot
express what her face and voice did. I was afraid of her. For a long time we
sat. She was struggling hard to quiet the storm of hate and anger that to
the Indians the white face represented everything that was low, mean, lying
and dishonest. What could I say to Mary Jo?
At last she spoke, and it
was Mary Jo's soft musical voice again. "Oh, Pearly, I shouldn't have said
all of that. You are not to blame. Forgive me."
I told her I knew she
spoke the truth, for my people had always said how terribly wronged the
Indians had always been. I asked her if she thought her mother could tell me
anymore about their people. Instantly she replied, "Oh, no. She would not
tell you anything. She doesn't know you like I do. She would be very
offended if she knew that I had told you. We are never to talk to the
Gentiles." That was a great shock to me. As I started home she said,
"Pearly, I do not talk again. Do not ask."
I wish I had written then
all I heard from her, but I didn't and much of her Indian phraseology has
faded from my mind; but the facts, as she told me, are clear in my own
language as the day she told me.
the book of mormon
is mary jo's account
we went to Texas and I was going to West Texas State Normal College, a Book
of Mormon came into my hands. After I had my lessons for the next day, I
would spend the time reading in the Book of Mormon. At first I did not care
so much for it. Often I felt irked at 'And it came to pass'; but when I got
over to III Nephi, I could see so much that Mary Jo had told me. I was
interested, and I really studied that as I read. Then I came to the place
where they all went down into the water and was baptized. Read the account
in III Nephi 9:11. Mary Jo had told the circumstances so perfectly, and she
was an uneducated Indian girl who could not read or write and did not know
any record had been kept. Of course, I believed. It was one o'clock in the
morning, but I awoke our household to tell them what I had found and that
the Book of Mormon was true.
Three Baptist Womem
Testify of the Book of Mormon
This tract is a true
story of three Baptist women who encountered the Book of Mormon under
different circumstances, and each received a unique witness that the
Book is truly of God. By Phillip Tandy
Mary Katherine Hastings, or Mary K., as
she liked us to call her, was my Sunday School teacher when I was 14.
She helped me and a number of others to really get excited about Jesus
Christ. Almost every Friday evening throughout our high school years a
group of us boys would meet for scripture study and discussion at the
This is a testimony
she shared with us. It has remained vivid in my memory all these years.
Lately I have been impressed with the need to write it down so that it
can be shared. I went to see her and she confirmed the following
"In the beginning
we were not taught scriptures at home. We had no way of getting to
regular church. We seldom had opportunity to go to a schoolhouse three
miles away for a Sunday afternoon sermon.
"A Baptist minister
came to preach at the school when I was 12. The other girls wanted me to
skip the service and talk to the boys outside. I said, 'I don't need to
know about boys; I have brothers.' I sat on the back seat in the school
room. They sang the invitational hymn, 'Just As I Am'.
"Then I had an open
vision. I saw white marble stairs. There was an exceedingly bright light
at the top. I had the feeling of walking up
those steps. I didn't know I was getting up, but was jolted out of the
vision by the minister taking hold of my hand." (Mary Katherine had
gone forward on the altar call.)
"Two weeks later I was
baptized by immersion into the Baptist church. They gave me a Sunday
School quarterly because they didn't have money for a Bible. I read that
quarterly over and over at recess at my little country school.
"When I was 14 (1926)
I left home to work and attend high school. I went regularly to the
Baptist church. I had always determined never to be anything but a
Baptist because of my experience. I prayed, 'Lord, if you tell me what
to do, I'll do it.' In 1938 when I was 26 years old, a neighbor asked me
to go with her to an RLDS service. I had always heard it was 'stupid and
idiotic', but I wanted to find out for myself.
"Z. Z. Renfroe was
preaching. He was on the second week of a two-week series. He gave a
brief synopsis of the six basic principles of the gospel as found in
abandoning the principles of the doctrine of Christ, let us go on
unto perfection; not laying again the foundation of repentance from
dead works, and of faith toward God, Of the doctrine of baptisms, of
laying on of hands, and of the resurrection of the dead, and of
"He then switched to
2nd John 9: 'Whosoever transgresseth, and abideth not in the doctrine of
Christ hath not God...'
Christ appeared at my bedside.
"An elderly lady gave me Call
At Evening, Volume I of the RLDS
Church History, and a Book of Mormon. I had never ever heard of
the Book of Mormon, or any of that.
"That night as I went
to bed, Christ appeared
at my bedside and said, 'I am pleased with the faith you have in me.
What are you doing to tell people of this gospel?'
"'Brother Renfroe told
me I should read Church History, Volume One.'
"Jesus smiled and
said, 'It would be well for you to read the [First] Book of Nephi.'
"I said, 'Do you mean
the Book of Mormon?'
"He smiled again and
repeated, 'It would be well for you to read it', and gave me the names
of the witnesses to the Book of Mormon; smiled again and disappeared. I
leaped out of bed and wrote 'NEFI' on a scrap of paper."
(Of course Mary K. had
never heard of Nephi before; nor had she yet opened this new book
to see the correct spelling. This was no idle dream. Next morning on her
bedside table was this little scrap of paper with 'NEFI' on it.)
I asked Mary K, "Was
Christ's appearance a dream or a vision?"
Her answer: "It was
so real it wasn't like either one. It was like a person was right there.
I was not aware of being asleep or anything. I opened the Book of Mormon
immediately and recognized the names of the witnesses."
Mary K. told me that
she has often wished she had kept that scrap of paper; but what could
that do for an individual who is determined not to believe her
testimony? Truth can overcome prejudice, but only after a change
Mary K. continues:
"I attended the rest of the services that week and was baptized the
following Sunday with six other people."
|The Baptist church
to receive the fullness of the gospel.
Mary K. was told later
that at that first meeting where she had heard Z. Z. Renfroe, there was
an old-time missionary named Riley P. Standifer in attendance. Upon
seeing Mary Katherine come into the meeting he had turned to his wife
Sally, and said, "This young lady will be baptized. I saw her in open
"Two weeks later I
was administered to for my eyes, as I had been born cross-eyed and was
always extremely nearsighted. I went home, put a newspaper on the floor
and was able to read the print while standing up! I never wore glasses
until 1966. The Baptist church prepared me to receive the fullness of
Claudine was a Baptist Sunday School
teacher. She taught an adult Bible class at her church. She knew her
Bible well and had taught it for 15 years. My first year out of college
(1966) I came to teach high school in her town. I had felt the Lord
leading me there for some reason, even though the salary was less than I
could have gotten elsewhere.
Often on weekends I
would make the three-hour trip home to Independence, Missouri. One such
weekend, Claudine and her 7-year-old daughter Ruth needed to go to the
Kansas City area, and as I was planning to go anyway, I offered to take
On our way we talked
about little things along the road. On Sunday they met me and I took
them back home. After returning from what seemed to me an uneventful
trip, you can imagine my astonishment as Claudine told me, "I want
you to know that you saved my life this weekend!"
This 49-year-old lady
had lost her husband a year before. She had never had to deal with the
financial responsibilities of their farm. She didn't even have a
driver's license. Now it was all dumped in her lap.
As if all the new and
frightening responsibilities were not enough, one of her sons was trying
to pressure her into signing the farm over to him. In return he would
take care of her needs for the rest of her life. She told me, "He may
be my son, but I know him. He just wants the farm for himself. The
minute I turn loose of it I will never see another penny of it."
This son managed to turn her entire family, church, and community
At this point there
were only three people left in the world that she could look to for any
kind of support: her banker, her doctor, and her 7-year-old daughter.
The stress was exacting a terrible toll. She would get sick and the most
powerful antibiotics could not make her well. She got no more than 2
hours of sleep a night, even with sleeping pills.
On this weekend
Claudine had planned to see her other son for one last time, and then go
home and take her own life. She told me, "But I saw something
different in you. You had a light glowing in your countenance and just
seemed so happy. You talked about the pretty flowers and things along
the way. I just had to stop and think what is there about you that makes
you different and this kind of thing."
It made the Bible I had
known so many years just explode to life. I saw many things in
the Bible that I had never seen before.
I began to share my
faith with her: the coming forth of the Book of Mormon and the
Restoration of Christ's church, priesthood, and spiritual gifts. After
an animated discussion late into that night, I needed to go home.
She wanted a copy of
the Book of Mormon immediately. "I've got to read that." So I
went out to the car and got her one. Even though it was 3 A.M., she
said, "I can't sleep at night anyway, so I might just as well start
reading it right now."
Claudine read round
the clock and finished the Book of Mormon in two days. She got so
excited! She told me, "It made the Bible I had known so many years
just explode to life. I saw many things in the Bible that I had never
We shared many hours
of discussions over the next few months. She went to services with me a
few times and thoroughly enjoyed them. One day she made mention of being
baptized into this church, "if you think your people would have
someone like me."
During this time she
continued teaching her Sunday School class. I don't think anyone knew
what was going on in her life, except maybe her doctor and her banker.
They told her, "Something is going on. You're getting better. We are
starting to see some fire back in your eyes again." Claudine was
actually experiencing the new birth that Jesus talked about, even though
she had loved Jesus all her life. But she found Jesus at a level she had
never known before.
|I have always
believed that. Where did you get
One day Claudine came to me with a
mischievous grin on her face.
She said, "I did something that
you'll think I was kind of a stinker." And I asked, "Oh, no,
She answered, "I
was teaching my Bible class Sunday and stuck in some stuff out of the
Book of Mormon."
I said, "Oh, my!
What did they say?"
said, "I didn't tell 'em where it came from; I couldn't do that. And
this lady in the back of the class said, 'I have always believed that.
Where did you get that?'"
"I couldn't tell 'em. So I just smiled!"
In the mouth of two or three witnesses
shall every word be established
These testimonies by
three Baptist women bear witness to the truth of the Book of Mormon.
The first was
converted to the Lord in a Baptist church at a young age, and she
continued to seek for the Lord's truth. She was eventually led to a
deeper relationship with the same Lord as she found the Book of Mormon
and its confirming witness of Jesus Christ. She continued throughout her
life teaching people about Jesus Christ and trying to help others find a
closer relationship with Him.
The second was never
baptized in a Restoration church. Yet she bore testimony that the Book
of Mormon is not only in harmony with the Bible, but enlightened her
mind with a more complete understanding of the Bible she had always
loved. Her life was changed through finding a renewed relationship with
her Lord Jesus Christ.
The third woman
testified to the Book of Mormon without even knowing it. Removed from
all prejudice, she recognized in its words the same Christian truths she
was familiar with in the Bible.
We invite you to
investigate the Book of Mormon and its teachings about Jesus Christ,
which He gave to the inhabitants of the Americas many centuries ago. We
believe that if you seek with a sincere heart, the Lord will reveal the
truth of the Book of Mormon to you through the Holy Spirit, and lead you
to a deeper understanding of Him.