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VIEW PERSONAL BELIEFS
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POSTED BY:
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Fathers_Girl
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DATE:
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28.08.2008 |
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SUBJECT:
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A visit from Joseph Smith |
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LOCATION:
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Idaho, United States
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My Testimony
My testimony actually began before this life and has continued to grow as the years have passed. What I wish to share with you, now, are my pearls...given to me by my Father in Heaven and my Brother Jesus.
As far back as I can remember, I knew that I had lived in heaven with Father and Jesus, my sweet Elder Brother. From my youth I spoke of my memories to family and friends. Unfortunately, I was looked upon as touched in the head because I believed so fervently and literally in these memories. My family knew nothing about Mormons or their beliefs, so in retrospect I can understand why no one believed me.
My life was filled with horrible events, ones that caused me to have a great desire to return to the safety of my heavenly home. Thus, my search for answers began at the tender age of nine. In my search I asked all who might know, “How will I know when Jesus is returning?” I wanted to be ready, so I did not miss Him. The answers I received, I rejected, because they did not fit with my memories of my dear Father and Brother. So I decided to ask Father myself, although I wondered why the thought to do so had not occurred to me sooner, since it was always Father and Jesus who had told me things, especially concerning things eternal and about Them.
It was after inquiring of Father concerning this matter, that I began having a reoccurring dream. In this dream I was walking to my Sunday school class at the church we sometimes attended. A man, wearing a funny looking brown suit and shoes, came up to me. Instantly I knew he was from heaven, and even thought he might be Jesus in disguise. He told me, “I am sent by your Father in Heaven to bring you these words, and when you have learned these words, you are to teach the people, so that when Jesus returns, they can go back home to heaven, too.”
I just looked at him in disbelief. I said, “ No one will listen to me, I am just a kid!” He said, “The time will come when you have learned these words, that all people will hear you, but only God’s people will believe.”
In his hands were golden plates, bound by wire, sort of like a spiral notebook....
I didn’t understand what the dream meant. Yet, I hated waking up from it because I felt safe and knew this man truly was sent by my Father in Heaven. I trusted him and truly felt him to be my friend.
In May 1984, Father told me to write down my dream. I told Him I did not need to because it was still fresh in my mind. He said, “Just do it!” So I did. At that time in my life, I was extremely unhappy and all I could think about was returning to my heavenly home again. I cried to Father one night, telling Him that He must have dropped me off on the wrong planet, because there were no others here that believed like me, and I could never be happy here. I ended my plea by saying that if I were wrong, and He had not dropped me off on the wrong planet, and there actually were others here who believed like me, to please send them to me, so that I might get my life in order and finally be happy. I added my request that He please hurry, because I did not know how much longer I could hold on.
Two weeks later, two young men from The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints came to my door. Normally I would not even listen to any person from a church, because none that I had attended taught the things I had learned at the knee of Jesus before I came to this life. Yet something told me to listen to these men. As they asked me questions about what I believed, I thought my answers might send them running, or at least elicit looks of disbelief on their faces. That did not happen though. Instead, I heard Father tell me to go and get the book I had written my dream in and let them read it. As they read, tears flowed from their eyes. One of them opened his backpack, pulled out a binder and flipped through it. He came to a page and then turned it to me asking, “Is this the man in your dream?”
My knees turned to jello, and Father’s Spirit filled me so powerfully, that I felt as if I would lift right off of the porch. There he was! My friend! And he had on that same funny looking brown suit and shoes and had those same golden plates in his hand!
So this is my story, of how I became a member of the Church, a Mormon, if you will. There is a lot more I could share, but this will do for now , I think. I was baptized July 1, 1984, one month to the day after the missionaries were sent to me by Father. In that time I read the Book of Mormon, Doctrine & Covenants, and The Pearl of Great Price.
It is my testimony, my sure knowledge, given to me by my Father in Heaven, that The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints is the only church upon the earth that He claims as His. No man told this to me; my Father in Heaven did. This I promise you, with all of my love for Father and Jesus, and I do so in the precious name of my Brother, Jesus Christ...Amen.
This testimony was shared with you by Cynthia (Cindy) Davis. My prayer as you read this is that Father will tell you of its truth. As I know it is His greatest desire for all of His children to return to Him. His love and our Brother Jesus’s love for us is beyond measure and even our comprehension. It is the most priceless gift of all. When a small, scared, heavenly-homesick daughter went to Them for answers, They felt to include the rest of Father’s children, in the answer to her sincere prayer.
Love Eternally, Your Sister in Christ,
Cindy
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