CHAD DAYBELL IS FOUND

The interesting thing is that he is still alive....  I figured it was just a matter of time before he met the same fate as the others.  There is still time as neither has been arrested for the disappearance of the kids....

Seriously bizarre situation.

https://www.azfamily.com/video/news-reporter-confronts-lori-vallow-and-chad-daybell-after-authorities/video_aeccab34-3383-574b-aa09-dfa0e0213f5f.html

CROWN VIRUS HAS 8x THE TRANSMISSIBILITY OF SARS

My wife and I were talking about the transmission of this thing hitting N America.  It is starting to take off globally.

Two things:  first, it is seriously virulent and can spread even before the host becomes symptomatic.  This is serious.

Second, it comes from a city where I believe there is an infectious biologicals lab like we have in Hamilton MT, etc.  Used to be in the middle of nowhere, now a large population Center surrounds it.

It is always best to have 3-6 months of food and drinking water in the basement so that self quarantining can take place.

https://www.disclose.tv/harvard-scientist-tweets-holy-mother-of-god-this-virus-has-an-ro-of-38-388573

My wife made the comment that she is glad I now work from home.  My comment is that I am glad I no longer work for the major commercials in aerospace.  Things like this are commercial airline killers....

In the right proportions, world economy killers....

Not to drag this too far into the sensationalistic, but I have always held that a pandemic level could be a contributing factor to the coming home worship.

Along the lines of the salacious, if you wanted to study the patterns of transmission of a pathogen of this virility, there is no better time to do it than during Chinese New Year....

JESUS IS POWER AND HE OFFENDED MANY

We attended Christmas Day Mass at the Catholic Church in Logan, UT.  My wife and I have always wanted to take the kids there for an educational visit; so they could give their own religion context.”

It was an excellent service and I do not mean to be critical by saying that the portrayal of the Savior on the cross is so opposite of what my mind has it.  The Catholics often focus on the suffering of Christ (not bad, because it puts each of our “sin loads” in perspective, but I prefer to remember Him more as a being of power and not so much as one of emaciated soy-boy.

Anyway, this blog piece says it all very nicely:

https://thirdhour.org/blog/faith/defending-the-faith/jesus-offended-a-lot-of-people/

Enjoy!

PORNOGRAPHY KILLS MARRIAGES

This article nails it:

https://latterdaysaintmag.com/bella-thorne-became-bella-porn-a-research-response-to-an-ex-disney-princess/

Pretty much, if the relationship is already on the rocks, this stop gap will not fix it.  It is like turning to a soothesayer to fix your relationship with the divine.

People are so fickle and easily derailed....

THE FOOD OF ANGELS

After reading this book, I have noticed patterns in the stories; all translated beings require little food or water.  When asked what they do like when there is a choice?  They always request bread and water.  To be specific, broken bread over sliced bread.  Very interesting in view of the Last Supper victuals!

And just to be smart, my wife picks up some uncut loaves from from the store.  Just in case Will shows up for a quick snack...

Apparently, the required volume of food is greatly reduced for a translated being.  I am definitely interested in meeting one face to face, if it is God’s Will.

JOHN TAYLOR PROPHESIES THE END OF POLYGAMY WITH A SIGN

This is a great read.  If you have not read the Ogden Kraut book on the Three Nephites, please take the time to do so.  Your eyes of understanding will be opened.  The principles which half would forsake were clearly those of a plurality of wives and the higher laws of consecration associated with them:

       A Prophecy and a Blessing

by John E. Fisher

When a boy of nine years, I received the following testimony:

During most of her life, my mother had but little voice and spoke in a subdued whisper, and for which medical treatment gave no relief. Great-grandmother was 88 years of age, lived with us in Bountiful and continued to pray that Mother would get her voice again.

One day there came to our home an elderly gentleman of medium height, light in complexion, with gray hair, blue impressive eyes and a voice most angelic. I was playing at the side of the house when I noticed this gentleman’s sudden appearance. I went quickly to my mother and told her that a sweet old gentleman wanted to see her at the front door. Just then he knocked and the sudden impression came to Mother–he is a Nephite, let him in quickly or he will be gone. He came in, upon invitation, saying, “Sister, I have come to bless you.” My mother assured him that she was blessed and in need of no blessing that she did not have. All this time she was whispering near his ear in order to make herself heard, which was a habit. The thought of overcoming her affliction seemed impossible, as for years she had been administered to by the Priesthood, and physicians, to no avail. “Yes,” he said, “You have need of blessings you are not aware of.”

Mother asked him who he was. “I am a Mormon,” he replied. She then asked where he lived. “Away down south,” was his answer in a sweet, calm voice, with a most peaceful smile illuminating his countenance, both of which I shall never forget.

After the first impulse that he was a Nephite, came feeling of fear and doubt, and Mother was weak and pale. She asked the gentleman if he would eat. He said, “Yes, sister, if it is not too much work.” Mother wanted [153] an opportunity to be by herself before allowing him to place his hands upon her head, so she prepared him a quick lunch, and while he ate she prayed upon her knees in the pantry for the discernment of truth of the spirit of the visitor. The feeling came back that all was all right and with much force the thought that she would be able to discern his influence as soon as he laid his hands upon her head.

After finishing a fairly hearty lunch, he sat a chair in the middle of the room and asked my mother to be seated. He stood at the back of the chair, laid his hands upon her head and said, “Sister, the prayer I pray no earthly ears may hear.” So saying, he went on, “O God, the Eternal Father,” and then remained quiet for a minute or so and said, “Amen.”

He then told us that he traveled the whole earth over, administering and bringing comfort to Saints in need. He told us many other things of interest to our family, of our people, our Church, etc., causes of certain atmospheric conditions, and stated in effect, in effect  that the full choiceness of this land was being withheld because the people of the world would desire it and get it away from us if it were to be permitted to blossom in fullness and that this was God’s way of protecting the land for His work and His people.

He spent an hour or an hour and a half with us. Then he prepared to leave, and as he did he asked God to bless us, our home and surroundings. Placing his hands upon the heads of our children, he said, “These are tokens of God’s love entrusted for a time to your care.”

Mother and I followed this brother out upon the front porch to watch him depart. He went for about a hundred steps or so and then actually disappeared before our eyes, in the open road. Mother turned pale and had to lean upon the well of the house for support. She asked me if I saw what happened, this time using a rich, full voice, and I called her attention to that fact, which added to her alarm.

[154] While this, our brother, had visited us, a gentle shower fell in the vicinity of our home, so that to reassure ourselves, we traveled his steps. They went to the spot where he disappeared, but no further. Inquiry of the neighbors along the road failed to show that he had been seen after leaving our home.

When we went back into the house, great-grandmother, who sat quietly rocking all the while in an adjoining room watching what happened through an open door, said, “I have lived to be 88 years of age and this day have had the privilege of seeing a Nephite.”

We were all very much concerned over this matter and in relating our experience later to our neighbors, we were informed that on the previous Sunday in Sacrament Meeting, Apostle John W. Taylor had spoken with much spirit* and bore a fervent testimony, and then prophesied that before the week was over a Nephite should visit a home in East Bountiful and leave a blessing and that this testimony of the Gospel and the Gospel itself was true.

It was unfortunate that none of our family were present at Sacrament Meeting upon the occasion, but we feel it a great privilege to bear witness of these things. My mother’s voice has served her these seventeen years since, and for these things we are all thankful unto our Heavenly Father.

* Apostle Taylor was in attendance at a Priesthood conference meeting at Bountiful. He bore testimony of all the principles of the Gospel and said that one-half of the people under the sound of his voice would apostatize from some of the principles; and as testimony of the truth of this prediction, one of the Nephites would visit a home in the settlement and in consequence of such a visit some person would receive a great blessing.

One of Joseph Smith’s wives was the mother of Josephine Clark Fisher, the above mentioned woman, proxy daughter of Joseph Smith.

[155] I bear testimony and am a witness that the above is a brief account of the truth as I know it to be the truth. I pray it may help others as not a few of our people have had such visitations, but perhaps not all so impressive as this which we have had. (Signed: John E. Fisher, May 15, 1921; Salt Lake City, Utah)

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THE COASTIES IN BC GET IT FROM A TRANSLATED BEING

Holy smokes, this would have been fun to see.  I love the book by Ogden Kraut.  Some real anecdotal gems!

[54] Many of the labors of these disciples are performed in a subtle and unassuming manner; therefore, people usually have no reason to suspect the identity of these ancient apostles. Other situations, however, give miraculous and apparent reasons for believing in their supernatural powers. Many instances can be related of these methods in giving aid and comfort to the missionaries.

Incident encountered by my father, George E. Brown, and John J. Oldroyd, over twenty-five years ago. The incident occurred on the Island of Vancouver, B.C.

Five years prior to this incident, two “Mormon” elders had been accused of criminally assaulting a young woman on the Island of Vancouver. For some reason they were proven guilty of the charge and sentenced according to the law of the Island. (The Church, as well as the missionaries who were involved, believed that the act was purposely committed by enemies of Mormonism who arranged the evidence in such a way that it was possible to convict the Mormon elders.)

. . . One evening they (Brown and Oldroyd) decided to hold a street meeting. They knew feeling was running high and that they would probably be molested, but they decided to go ahead regardless. . . . They had little more than started when down the street marched a large group of men and boys carrying several large pots of melted tar and several old feather ticks. The leader walked directly to my father and asked him if he was a Mormon. Much to the satisfaction of the mob, my father answered him in the affirmative.

Some of the members of the mob began to tear open the feather ticks, while others stirred the still warm tar. Just as the mob leader and two or three of the mobsters began to tear the clothes from my father’s body, a white haired [55] gentleman (no one saw him arrive at the scene) grasped the leader by the wrists and said in a loud commanding voice, “I have heard these boys preach back in the old country and they are all right. Now let them alone.”

At this the mob leader showed signs of wanting to fight. (The mob leader was a huge, muscular type of man.) Immediately the newcomer grasped him at the nape of the neck with One hand and by the belt with the other and shook him so soundly, taking him completely off his feet, that when he had finished, the mobster could not stand without assistance. Members of the mob picked him up, gathered up their feathers and tar, and departed much faster than they had appeared.

My father and his companion thanked the white-haired man for what he had done and asked him to stay and attend the remainder of the meeting. He accepted their invitation and stood directly in front of them throughout the services. . . . Mr. Oldroyd closed the meeting with prayer, as was the custom, and then looked at the spot where the man had been standing. It was vacant. This was before anyone in the crowd had moved at all. No one had seen him go, not even the people who had been standing at his side. . . .

As I understand it, the Nephites are supposed to be able to appear and disappear at will; on this, was based the conclusion that he might have been one of those Three. (Manuscript by Glen J. Brown, Scipio, Utah; May 24, 1938)

ONE OF THE THREE NEPHITES CONVERTS A FUTURE WIFE OF JOSEPH

This is a fascinating account:

The Prophet Joseph Identifies the Stranger

(Note: While visiting in Portland, Oregon, during the month of September, 1938, Pres. Wm. R. Sloan related the following incident to the compiler of this book .)

It was a cold night in the latter part of November, and in the home of William Huntington the family gathered around the big fireplace in the spacious kitchen. After the evening meal, when all the evening work was done, it was the habit of this family to get their instruments of music and sit around the blazing logs and play the old fashioned tunes and hymns, also tunes of more cheerful air, although they did not dance.

Grandfather Huntington played the bass viol, his daughter Zina the cello, William, the cornet, and Dimick, the drum. There were five sons and two daughters; the oldest daughter, Presenda, being married, lived some distance from them. It was a happy New England family and they lived the clean, pure life of the Puritan stock. After the music ceased, a hush fell on the group and a knock was heard on the door and as it opened a strange old gentleman of medium weight, dressed in old fashioned clothes and carrying a bundle on his arm appeared and stepped into the room and said: “I usually bend my steps to some sequestered vale. May I find lodging here tonight?”

With cordial welcome he was invited in and given a place by the fire, in an old easy farm chair, and Mother Huntington asked if he would like some supper and modestly he said he would. [49] Then a good New England meal was spread before him, with milk, honey, maple syrup, cold meat, delicious home-made bread and butter. He partook of a light supper while the family spoke in soft tones. It was the custom to read a portion of the scriptures before going to bed. He again joined the circle, and father Huntington began to read from the Holy Bible, a portion of the New Testament, to which they all listened attentively. Grandmother Huntington made some comment on the fact that they would like to hear the gospel in its fullness as explained and taught by the Savior. The stranger immediately took up the subject and began explaining the scriptures and quoting the sayings of the Savior in what seemed to them a new light and greater beauty than they had ever thought of before. They sat in rapt attention listening to every word. Both father and mother Huntington agreed with his explanations while the boys exchanged glances of admiration and the daughter Zina was spellbound and sat and gazed upon the stranger with admiration and reverence. After one hour spent in conversation upon this sacred subject, father Huntington had prayers, mother Huntington prepared a comfortable resting place for the stranger and he bid them goodnight, the boys going upstairs, father and mother Huntington to their bedroom which led from the kitchen, and Zina in her little bed heard her parents talking in low tones about the wonderful stranger and discuss the things he said. The stranger had filled them with awe and reverence, such as they had never felt before. In the morning everyone was astir bright and early as is usual on a farm when so much work has to be done, both outside and in.

The stranger sat placidly watching the remarkable family with whom he took breakfast. The family invited him to stay but he said he [50] had other places to visit and he left them standing in a group as he closed the door softly. When father Huntington saw the stranger depart, he sent Dimick after him to tell him to come again. He immediately opened the door and they all looked out to see and call the stranger back, but he was no where to be seen. When looking on the door step where the snow had fallen the night before, no trace of a footstep could be seen and the boys running from all directions said that he had vanished and could not be found. Father Huntington remarked that he was the strangest person that ever was and he could not understand where he went, but he had shown them the Gospel in a new light.

Mother Huntington felt that this stranger was some messenger from heaven and all the family were deeply impressed with his wonderful influence and beautiful way of explaining the scriptures.

When the Gospel of life and salvation was brought to them by Hyrum Smith and other Elders, they seemed to coincide with what the stranger had told them concerning the Bible and the restoration of the Gospel. All the family but one accepted the Gospel and prepared to emigrate in a few years to Kirtland; here they met the Prophet of God, Joseph Smith, and became his faithful and loyal followers and friends.

On an occasion when the Prophet Joseph. was speaking of the Three Nephites, Brother Huntington related this little incident to him. He laid his hand on his head and said: “My dear Brother, that man was one of the Three Nephites who came to prepare you for the restoration of the Gospel and its acceptance.”

Many incidents of a similar nature occurred, but those were days when the children of men were seeking for guidance in the new and enduring faith which is as old as the world but [51] had been forsaken by men and it was again brought forth by the power of God through His humble servant Joseph Smith. (Assorted Gems of Priceless Value, by N.B. Lundwall, pp. 20-22)

WILLY IS GIVING ME THE WILLIES - THE DOCTRINE OF TRANSLATED BEINGS

So, we had a group of friends over on Sunday and a new acquaintance from Rexburg who was up for the weekend.  One of the stories shared was from a half Navajo gal that is gifted in the usual spiritual gifts.  After sharing her accounts of interactions of a homeless guy around Cardston whose name is Willie, I made the statement, “I would like to meet this guy!”.

Well, apparently his MO is he wears blue denim (pants, coat and hat - picture Willie Nelson but with a well-trimmed beard and no bag of weed in the pocket....).  Anyway, I trust this gal and her husband.

So, twice now I have bumped into the triple denim dude.  He is always wearing the garb, has a Gandalf cane and I am in a hurry to get somewhere.  The first encounter was plain weird as he shuffled across a crosswalk.  I could have been irritated that he was slowing me down on a deserted downtown street, but I felt nothing but compassion for his severely bent back and painful gait.  It was a test for me, to see where my heart was at.

As I drove away on my hurried errand, my mind was illuminated as to who the unusual man might be.

Out of context, this would sound manic, but this book puts it in perspective:

http://ogdenkraut.com/?page_id=209

Also, a family story that I hope to share later.

We need to be careful lest we entertain angels unaware as Paul says.  More incredibly important, we need to treat all people with kindness, regardless of their status, as they may hold the key to our future in the form of knowledge or even the key to a blessing such as a cure for the cancer we are fighting or the vision we are losing, or the loved one that is slipping away from us.  Rejecting them as a person of naught or discarding them or their counsel is often fatal physically or spiritually as it was when the world rejected The Christ; the One who held all of they keys to heal a broken world.  These beings, and even everyday people may have a blessing or the lack thereof (a dearth), to be poured out upon our heads.  The key to either one or the other, is often a reflection back on us.  We hold the key which unlocks either one or the other.

PRESIDENT NELSON ON ABORTION

If I were to trust anyone, it would be this man with his combined ecclesiastical and intellectual credentials:

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=81WiKXjfruw&feature=share

Soon, along with 3D ultra-sounds and so much else, it will be the going against nearly a perfect knowledge in committing the sin.

We incur the wrath of an almighty God in doing so.