Terri and I just returned from a wonderful weekend in Colorado. We went there to attend the baptism of a beloved grandson. We were very blessed to be able to stay in a good friend’s parent’s condo, which greatly added to our comfort. So many thanks to KR. She even made us cookies!
There were family gatherings and in-law family reunions planned for every evening we were there. The second evening I had the impression there was something we should do rather than go to that particular family gathering. Being a fairly intelligent person, I kept my mouth shut because these people are all from Terri’s side of the family. A few hours later, Terri announced that she didn’t feel that we should attend the event, but that there was something “more important” we should do. Our daughter was standing nearby, and immediately suggested three of her friends who had been asking her repeatedly if they could meet us while we were in Denver. She gave me a phone number and in a few minutes the meeting was arranged.
We spent three hours talking to these wonderful people, basking in the Spirit and learning wonderful things. One of our new friends I’ll call Mike, joined the church less than two years ago after seeing a vision during his very first missionary lesson. Talk about Golden! He knew with a sure witness that it was true. It took a while for his wife and daughters to gain a testimony, but they were all baptized in time. He said that since he received the Gift of the Holy Ghost, he has seen many visions pertaining to his life and to the building of Zion. He thought that every new member of the Church had visions, and was actually shaken to find that his experience was unique. He said many times to us that evening, how hard it was for him to learn that he had to be careful where and to whom he mentioned that he was seeing visions.
He also told us that since then he has been bombarded by temptation and voices of opposition, and that he could barely stand the explosion of light and darkness that had come upon him since his baptism.
As I was listening to this the Spirit gave me several insights that were of great comfort and meaning to him. The point isn’t what was said, but that the Lord had taken me to Denver, rearranged my schedule, provided the opportunity and the words this humble and embattled soul needed to keep going. It was one of those spiritual moments when your bosom burns, eyes water, heart thumps and it feels like the room is on fire. Everyone felt it. It was a tender mercy to me, to Mike, and to everyone in the room.
This experience reinforced my belief that the Lord is working with people everywhere to prepare them, to strengthen those who will build Zion, and to lay an immovable foundation of righteous among his people. Mike’s views don’t change anything for anyone but himself, and few people will ever know his story or his name, but the Lord will have his warriors and have them fully armed when the battles begin.
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