Greyfriars Bobby


Greyfriars Bobby – A Heartwarming Tale

Just a few days ago I stood on the corner of Candlemaker Row and George IV bridge in Edinburgh, Scotland. I was trying to get a picture but I could not get an unimpeded view. Scores of people were queuing up to have their picture taken with this little non-descript statue and then to touch it. Little old ladies too short to reach it were actually attempting to jump and touch the statue for good luck. Visitors come from all over the world to see Edinburgh, and no matter for what the reason they came, many have to stop here as part of their itinerary. He is one of Edinburgh’s most famous citizens. Who is he? his name is Greyfriar’s Bobby—and he is a dog. This is the story.


“On 15th February 1858, in the city of Edinburgh, a man named John Gray died of tuberculosis.

Gray was better known as Auld Jock, and on his death he was buried in old Greyfriars



Bobby, a wee Skye Terrier, belonged to John, who had worked for the Edinburgh City Police as

a night watchman, and the two were virtually inseparable for approximately two years.


Bobby led his master’s funeral procession to the grave at Greyfriars Cemetery, and later, when he tried to stay at the graveside, he was sent away by the caretaker. But the little dog returned and refused to leave, whatever the weather conditions. Despite the efforts of the keeper of the

kirkyard, John’s family and the local people, Bobby refused to be enticed away from the grave

for any length of time, and he touched the hearts of the local residents. Although dogs were not allowed in the graveyard, the people rallied round and built a shelter for Bobby and there he stayed, guarding Auld Jock.


For fourteen years Bobby lay on the grave, leaving only for food.


When the firing of the one o’clock gun sounded from Edinburgh Castle each day, Bobby would

leave his post, and run to the eating house which he had frequented with Auld Jock. News of

Bobby’s loyalty spread, and people would travel far and wide just to see him. Crowds would

gather for the firing of the gun, to see Bobby run for his midday meal.


In 1867, the Lord Provost presented Bobby with a new collar, which is now on display, with a

brass plate inscribed with the words: “Greyfriars Bobby – from the lord Provost, 1867, licensed”

Bobby was well cared for by the people of Edinburgh, but he still remained loyal to his master,

and he continued to stay faithfully guarding Auld Jock’s grave for all those years, until he died

on January 14th 1872, aged 16.


Bobby’s grave is also in Greyfriars Kirkyard, just 75 yards from his master’s grave. He has a red

granite headstone, which was unveiled by His Royal Highness The Duke of Gloucester CCVO,

in 1981. The inscription reads :

“Greyfriars Bobby – died 14th January 1872 – aged 16 years

Let his loyalty and devotion be a lesson to us all….


Edinburgh is so rich in culture and history, but surely nothing touches

the heart like the loyalty and devotion of this wee Skye Terrier.

He is remembered to this day!”


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A Strong Woman

PI18 MOTHER, CARRY ON, Jane Haynes James

A Strong Woman

Sometimes it is well to be reminded just how hard some people have had it for the Gospel’s sake.

October 23, 1856, William James was asked to help bury the dead that morning before beginning the ascent of Rocky Ridge, Wyoming. William and his family were a part of the Willie Handcart Company and snow had caught them ill-prepared on one of the most exposed portions of the trail. William and his 13 year-old son Reuben remained behind to complete their grim duty. Once finished, the James children raced ahead to catch up with the company, while Jane picked up the cart and with Reuben began to pull.

They did not go far when William collapsed in the snow. He tried several times to get up but was unable. Mary Ann James, just 11 years-old recorded the following. “Mother was placed in an awful position, her husband unable to go any farther, and her little children far ahead, hungry and freezing; what can she do? Father said, ‘Go to the children; we will get in if we can.’”

While Reuben remained with his father, Jane pushed on and found her children huddled against the bank of the Sweetwater River, too frightened and tired to cross alone. Daughter Sarah wrote, “We had forded this river before many times, but it had never seemed so far across. It was about 40 feet to the other bank. Mother soon had us on our way.”

Some time that night, Jane James and her children reached camp at Rock Creek and anxiously turned their faces back up the trail in anticipation. With each group that came in they expected to see Father and Reuben. All night they waited. Finally, towards morning some of the captains who had gone out to bring in the stragglers, came into camp carrying the dead body of William James and the badly frozen Reuben. Reuben would live, though his injuries were so bad he would suffer with them the rest of his life.

William was among the 13 buried in the mass grave at Rock Creek.

As a fire was built over the new grave to kill the scent and keep the wolves away, the children sat and watched their mother. Sarah said, “I can see my mother’s face as she sat looking at the partly conscious Reuben. Her eyes looked so dead that I was afraid.”

Daughter Mary Ann said, “Imagine, if you can, my mother, only a young woman of forty-one, her husband lying dead in a frozen wilderness, with seven little children, starved and freezing, crying for comfort.”

Indeed, can you imagine.

Sarah records what happened next. “She didn’t sit long….my mother was never one to cry. When it was time to move out, mother had her family ready to go. She put her invalid son in the cart with her baby, and we joined the train. Our mother was a strong woman, and she would see us through anything.” And Mary Ann added, “Her physical and mental endurance was nothing short of miraculous.”



Andrew D. Olsen, The Price We Paid, p. 148-49

Artwork by Julie Rogers

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The Miracle of Translation

Translating the Book of Mormon by Kirt Harmon (2) - Copy

The Miracle of  Translation

Joseph Smith was only 22 years-old in September of 1827, when he obtained the Gold Plates. He was charged to translate, but in the area of Palmyra, New York there was not peace sufficient to do so. In December 1827, he moved to Harmony, Pennsylvania where he “commenced copying the characters off the Plates.” By the aid of the Urim and Thummim he was able to translate some of them.

The Book of Mormon was written in reformed Egyptian. Joseph did not speak or write this language, and neither did anyone else. Joseph never claimed mastery, or even fluency, in this language. Indeed, his wife Emma, who knew him best, said he, “could neither write nor dictate a coherent and well-worded letter, let alone dictate a book like the Book of Mormon.” Young Joseph was an uneducated farmer. How then could he translate a record that he could not read? Therein lies a miracle.

Emma who possibly served first as his scribe described the translation process. She said.  “I am satisfied that no man could have dictated the writing of the manuscript unless he was inspired; for when acting as his scribe, [Joseph] would dictate to me hour after hour; and when returning after meals, or after interruptions, he would at once begin where he had left off, without either seeing the manuscript or having any portion of it read to him. This was a usual thing for him to do. It would have been improbable that a learned man could do this; and for one so ignorant and unlearned as he was, it was simply impossible.”

Martin Harris assisted with the translation in the spring of 1828. Martin said this. “By aid of the seer stone, sentences would appear and were read by the Prophet and written…and when finished he would say, ‘Written,’ and if correctly written, that sentence would disappear and another appear in its place, but if not written correctly it remained until corrected.”

In April 1829, Oliver Cowdery became Joseph’s scribe. Oliver later testified that Joseph Smith “found with the plates, from which he translated his book, two transparent stones, resembling glass, set in silver bows. That by looking through these, he was able to read in English, the reformed Egyptian characters, which were engraven on the plates.”

In June 1829, persecution forced Joseph and Oliver to move to Fayette, New York. It was there that other scribes assisted with the work. Among those was David Whitmer who left this account. “Joseph Smith would put the seer stone into a hat and put his face in the hat, drawing it close around his face to exclude the light.  And in the darkness the spiritual light would shine.  A piece of something resembling parchment would appear, and on that appeared the writing.  One character at a time would appear, and under it was the interpretation in English. Brother Joseph would read off the English to Oliver Cowdery who was his principal scribe.  And when it was written down and repeated to Brother Joseph to see if it was correct, then it would disappear and another character with the interpretation would appear. Thus the Book of Mormon was translated by the gift and power of God and not by any power of man.”

Even the citizens of Palmyra, though they adamantly opposed the book, knew how it came to be. A local newspaperman, Jonathon Hadley published this. “By placing the spectacles in a hat, and looking into it, Smith could…interpret these characters…. Now it appears not a little strange that there should have been deposited in this western world, and in the secluded town of Manchester, too, a record of this description, and still more so, that a person like Smith…should have been gifted by inspiration to read and interpret it.”

It is approaching two centuries now since the Book of Mormon was translated and the only viable explanation for how the book came to be is the one provided by Joseph and multiple witnesses who were there. Emma Smith said it best. “Though I was an active participant in the scenes that transpired, and was present during the translation of the plates, and had cognizance of things as they transpired, it is marvelous to me, ‘a marvel and a wonder’ as much so as to anyone else.”

The Book of Mormon is a miracle, both in what it is and how it came to be.


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Harry’s Story


Harry’s Story

It is said that in the holy temple families are organized forever. May I share one family’s somewhat unusual story?

Megan grew up in a home where her mother took in foster children and mentally handicapped adults. Hence, when she married and began raising her children it seemed natural that she would follow her mother’s example.

In December 2008, she and her husband received word that a number of individuals would shortly be needing a home. The case worker thought there was one they would love, and suggested they meet Harry. Megan walked in and Harry looked up at her and did the most adorable chuckle laugh. She was instantly taken with him and called her husband to finalize arrangements for Harry to come home with them.

In January 2009, Megan and Cody took Harry home, and over the course of the next year, the family fell in love with him. That cute little chuckle laugh proved to be Harry’s disposition. He was always happy, always smiling at everyone, and he fit into the family so well. Indeed, he was a member of the family. Even their family photos had Harry in them.

Then came a sobering thought—what happens at death? Will we lose him? This picture proved to be too much to bear. He was a beloved member of the family. So Megan and Cody began to look into adopting Harry. When they asked him what adoption meant to him his child-like response was, “It means I don’t have to worry anymore”.  With that answer, Megan and Cody knew they needed to proceed. It was difficult to say the least, but they persisted in love until finally, March 2015, Harry was adopted into the family. But that was not enough. Their efforts now turned to the Temple and the sealing blessings. How could they face Harry in the next life knowing that they had not done all they could to make him a part of their family forever.

Finally, permissions were granted, recommends obtained, and on a beautiful spring day the family went to the Temple with Harry. Word spread and all was abuzz about this unusual family. They told their story again and again. What was so unusual about a young family adopting a child not born to them? Harry Germann, mentally handicapped from birth, was 82 years old—a grown man but still a child.

Harry had been dropped off at a hospital in September 1939, and from there he was tossed around from place to place, until finally he had landed in the group home, where he lived for 30 years until that day when he looked up at Megan and chuckled.

Thank the Lord for the two great powers that bless families—love that binds us together and the sealing power that makes it forever.

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Joseph B Elder Man of Action

29 Captain Willie's Ride

Joseph B. Elder: Man of Action

Joseph Elder joined the Latter-day Saints in 1855—the only member of his family to do so. The following year he was a student at McKendry College in Lebanon, Illinois when he felt impressed to go to St Louis, Missouri. There he met the missionaries and they advised him to quit school and assist with the immigration of converts traveling to the Salt Lake Valley. Joseph was ordained an elder at that time and recorded this in his diary, “I am determined by the help of God to perform every duty and bear every burden that God through his holy priesthood is willing to lay upon my shoulders.”

Answering the call, Joseph returned, quit school, and bade farewell to his family. “Oh, how my heart did almost break to leave them,” he said, “when they with tears and sobs and entreaties pled to the last for me to stay. But God had use for me in other places and I must go.”

He spent the next four months purchasing and driving unruly cattle to the handcart resupply station in Florence, Nebraska. It was dangerous and difficult work. He was in Florence when the Willie Handcart Company arrived.

It was about ten o’clock one night, and Joseph had gone to bed, when he was summoned to meet with the leaders. He got up and went to see why he was wanted. He was asked to prepare to leave the next day with the handcart company. They wanted him to start the journey with a supply wagon and they would pick him up farther along the trail. He had expected to travel speedily with the missionaries to Zion. Nonetheless, he agreed.

In the days ahead, Joseph took it upon himself, and that with great delight, to hunt buffalo for the camp. When the Company reached Fort Kearney, Nebraska, the express company of returning missionaries and leaders caught up to the Willie Company. Rather than join and journey on in speed and comfort to Utah, Joseph was asked to continue on with the handcart company, plodding his way to Utah. Again, notwithstanding his expectations, Joseph agreed–not one word of complaint in his diary.

And on they went. When snow caught the emigrants on October 19, 1856, Joseph commented “it was severe, for the people [were] weak having been on short rations.” The next morning Joseph said the snow was 6-8 inches deep. “The camp was hungry, naked, and cold. To rush them into the snow would be certain death to a great many of them.” Captain James Willie determined that he would go in search of the rescue wagons that he knew were somewhere ahead of them. Of the hundreds in camp, he chose Joseph Elder to travel with him.

Joseph said, “The snow and an awful cold wind blew in our faces all day.” They rode 27 miles and just at nightfall they found the rescue wagons. Joseph described the awful trek of the Willie Company over Rocky Ridge two days later. “Oh, how my heart did quake and shudder at the awful scenes which surrounded me.” Finally, Joseph and the suffering saints reached the Salt Lake Valley. He described what it was like to look upon the Zion of God that he had so long dreamed of. “We emerged from amongst the mountains and the beautiful  Valley with all of its loveliness spread itself out before our view. My heart was so full of joy and gratitude. The journey was over at last.”

Or so he thought. Two weeks later, President Brigham Young asked for volunteers to go out and rescue the Martin Company still out on the Plains. Joseph answered the call and volunteered.

Joseph Benson Elder–a man of action, not talk—a hero–who simply did what he was asked.

Artwork by Julie Rogers

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Sam and Amanda Chambers

Sam and Amanda Chambers

Samuel and Amanda Chambers

April 27, 1870, Samuel and Amanda Chambers arrived in Salt Lake City. They quickly found a home and Samuel began working at a sawmill in Big Cottonwood Canyon. They were taken in by the saints and welcomed. Considering that this is a missionary-minded Church and gathered from all over the world their arrival would not have been terribly unusual, except that Samuel and Amanda Chambers were black, and therein lies a wonderful story.

Sam Chambers was born a slave May 21, 1831, in Pickens County, Alabama. He grew up an orphan after his mother was sold by slave traders. Then in 1844, Mormon missionaries came into the area proselyting. Samuel, then 13 years-old attended their street meetings and was converted. Discussions and a nighttime baptism soon followed. And that was it–he would not have any further contact with the Church for 26 years. Yet, somehow he never lost his faith. Following the Civil War, Samuel and Amanda, his wife, were now free. They wanted to emigrate to Utah. Finally, with a simple ox-drawn wagon they journeyed to join the saints. Samuel would later say, “I did not come to Utah to know the truth of the Gospel, but I received it away back where the Gospel found me.”

Then in May 1873, Church leaders sought to strengthen the deacons quorums throughout the Valley. Men and boys were ordained and trained to fill those responsibilities, much of which involved care and cleaning of the ward meetinghouses. Though he did not hold the priesthood Samuel was invited to participate. He did so willingly and gratefully, giving dedicated service for many years. “I have joy,” he said, “in cleaning up and whatever I am called to do.” In 1874 he was given a patriarchal blessing. In it promised he would live a long life and his name would be held in remembrance among the saints.

By 1878, Sam and Amanda had begun to farm and grow fruit in the southeast end of the Salt Lake Valley. Before he was through, Samuel Chambers owned 30 acres and was recognized as an authority on fruit growing. They built a comfortable home and prospered.

He paid his tithing faithfully and when donations were sought to be build the Wilford Ward building in 1902, few members matched the $200 donated by Sam and Amanda. In his later years Samuel was invited to meet with the High Priests. Regularly and powerfully, Samuel bore his testimony of the Gospel–one who heard him said, “like an apostle.” Samuel developed a reputation as a defender of the faith. He was unwilling to tolerate criticism of the Church and its leaders. Those who were visitors to Sam and Amanda’s lovely home received a copy of the Book of Mormon.

Samuel passed away November 9, 1929, four years after his Amanda. He was 98 years-old, and true and faithful to the very end.

It is written, “Jesus] doeth not anything save it be for the benefit of the world; for he loveth the world, even that he layeth down his life that he may draw all men unto him. Wherefore he commandeth none that they shall not partake of his salvation…. He inviteth them all to come unto him and partake of his goodness; and he denieth none that come unto him, black and white, bond and free, male and female; and he remembereth the heathen; and all are alike unto God.”

Source: William G. Hartley, Samuel D. Chambers, The New Era, June 1974


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Caleb Baldwin Noble Friend

Liberty Jail by Robinson

Caleb Baldwin: Bold Friend

Caleb was born September 2, 1791, in Nobletown, New York. As he matured he was quiet and soft-spoken except when speaking in defense of his friends and then he was known to have a “fiery tongue.” Caleb fought under Captain Charles Parker in the War of 1812. He married Nancy, December 9, 1814. When Mormon missionaries passed through northern Ohio in late 1830, Caleb and his wife were baptized. Most know the story that when Julia Murdock passed away in 1831 that her newborn twins were given to Emma and Joseph Smith to raise, but what no one remembers is that it was Caleb and Nancy who cared for the three older children while their father John served as a missionary.

Later when the saints experienced intense persecution in northern Missouri, Caleb was among able defenders in what was called the Battle of the Blue. He was captured and “was beaten almost to death by Missourians with hickory sticks,” the scars of which he carried for the rest of his life.

Caleb became a missionary, preaching the gospel fearlessly. Finally in late 1838 he was living somewhere near Far West, Missouri. When the Mormon\Missouri War broke out Caleb fought in defense of his people. When Far West fell, Caleb was among those arrested and charged with treason. He was brought before Judge Austin A. King to be arraigned. Caleb asked for a fair trial and then asked the Judge what he was to do with his family who were being driven out of the state by the mob. Judge King’s answer was that if Caleb would renounce his religion and forsake Joseph Smith, he should be set free and protected. Caleb refused.

He was bound over as a prisoner along with Joseph and Hyrum Smith, Alexander McRae, Lyman Wight, and Sidney Rigdon for next four months in Liberty Jail, Clay County Missouri. Caleb was Caleb Baldwin. It was he, along with Alexander McRae that scribed that letter dictated by the Prophet Joseph Smith to the Church that would later become Doctrine and Covenants 121-123.

When Joseph and the other prisoners escaped Missouri, they fled to Quincy, Illinois. There Joseph and the others found their families, but not Caleb. His family yet remained in Missouri. Caleb knew he was a wanted man in Missouri. If he went back and was captured he would be imprisoned or killed. He went back for Nancy and the children and got them out safely.

In Nauvoo, Caleb helped build the Nauvoo Temple. On one occasion the Prophet Joseph stood atop a barrel to preach to a gathered crowd. When the barrel began to teeter, Caleb rushed forward and Joseph put his hand on Caleb’s shoulder to steady himself. That act symbolized the life and service of Caleb Baldwin. When the saints went west to the Rocky Mountains Caleb was among the first. He was 57 years-old when he made the journey and was called Father Baldwin. Though he held no high position, he often included in counsel with the leaders of the Church. He arrived in the Salt Lake Valley in September of 1848, where he died just a few months later.

It is said that the name “Baldwin” is of Germanic origins and that Bald means bold and that Wine means friend or protector. Caleb Baldwin was indeed a bold friend, mostly and undeservedly, forgotten by history.


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John Stucki



30 Some Must Push and Some Must Pull by Michael BedardJohn Stucki and the Piece of Meat
If you can imagine, nearly all of our pioneer fathers walked across the plains. Very few rode in a wagon. It would have been difficult enough to walk over a thousand miles, but to couple that with pulling a loaded handcart made it that much more strenuous. It has been estimated that those handcart pioneers burned upwards of 4000 calories a day, and that, often on a diet scarcely sufficient to sustain life. If there is one thing that is common to the handcart pioneer experience—they were hungry. There was never enough to eat, and if Brother Brigham had not sent out wagonloads of food, more than one company would have perished on the plains.
The Samuel Stucki family left Florence, Nebraska on July 6, 1860. Soon after they started out they were put on half rations—that is, only half enough food to keep the average person healthy—and they were pulling heavy-laden handcarts on hot summer days.
Nine-year old John describes that his father, Samuel, gave the greater portion of his half ration to his wife who was trying to keep her strength while pulling the handcart and nursing a baby. Soon she was too weak to pull the cart and Samuel struggled on alone, pulling the loaded cart and his three youngest children. It wasn’t long before Mother could not keep up with the company and father was so starved and weakened that he could not go on.
Behind the cart was John, pushing and wishing that he could just sit down and rest. “I will never forget,” he said, “how hungry I was all the time.”
Then one day, some buffalo were seen nearby. The men of camp went out and soon, the delicious meat was divided among the camp. The Stucki family was given a small piece of meat. That was in the forepart of the week and Father put it in the back of the cart, and said they would save it for a nice Sunday dinner.
But for John that raw meat was so close and smelled so good. “I could not resist,” he said, “but had to cut off a piece or two each half day. Although I was afraid of getting a severe whipping after cutting a little the first few times, I could not resist taking a little each half day. I would chew it so long it got perfectly tasteless.”
The family traveled on and then came Sunday. “When Father went to get the meat on Sunday noon he asked me if I had been cutting off some of the meat. I said “yes,” that I was so hungry that I could not let it alone. Then, instead of giving me the severe scolding and whipping, he did not say a word, but started to wipe the tears from his eyes.”
Hafen and Hafen, Handcarts to Zion, p. 189-190

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Trust-in-God by Julie Rogers

Marie Wilhemina Krause Madsen

When we talk about pioneers I frequently hear people speak of the toughness of a people who could endure such physical demands, and that is true, but there is another dimension to that toughness that is equally, if not more important—Faith—spiritual toughness!

Mina was born to a mother with great faith in the restored Gospel who taught her well. And though her father was never converted, he supported the desire of his wife and family to immigrate to Zion. However, it was expensive to move a large family and it was decided that one child would stay behind to make the journey later. Mina, at 8 years of age, was designated to remain behind.

On that journey, Mina’s mother and two little sisters passed away from cholera near Mormon Grove, Kansas, and Mina’s father never went on to Utah. He settled the family in St Louis, Missouri.

Meanwhile, unaware of the tragedy, Mina made ready to come on to Utah with the Frandsen family, but when vicious rumors spread that Mina was being kidnapped by the Frandsens, she was taken away and placed in an orphanage. The Frandsens went on without her.

Determined to go on, Mina joined with the Madsen family and started the journey. In Iowa City they became part of the Hodgett Wagon Company. This company along with the Hunt Wagon company are often forgotten in the heroic struggle for survival in the Wyoming snows of 1856, but they ought not to be. They would not get to the Valley until December 1856, two weeks after the Martin Company.

At Devil’s Gate, Lars Madsen, Mina’s protecting father, collapsed in the snow. She clung to his side, but he pushed her away and told her to leave him. By the time she got back with help, Lars was gone.

Mina remained with the Madsen family and eventually married one of their sons. They settled in the San Pete Valley and had 11 children.

But what of her family? Unbeknownst to Mina, her father had started a plumbing business in St Louis and had become very wealthy. Mina wanted to know what became of her family, and eventually she ran an ad in a newspaper in St. Louis, Missouri. That ad reached Johan Krause, Mina’s father, and he and Mina’s sister Augusta traveled to Utah.

Finally, after 32 years the family was reunited. After a time, Mina’s father returned to St Louis contending that the Mormons had stolen his daughter. She would never see him again. It is said the family offered Mina every material comfort if she would renounce her faith and come back with them to Missouri. Mina refused. She would give up her immediate family for an eternal one and would forgo a mansion on earth for her place in a heavenly one. It is said that Mina loved the Book of Mormon and would read it every day to her children.

Sister Mina served as a relief society president and died in the faith in October of 1900, beloved by all and an example to generations.


Family records from Mandi Brady

Jolene Allphin, Tell My Story Too, p. 348-9

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Tree of Life


lehisdream_1440x9601The Tree of Life
There were two trees in the Garden of Eden – “The Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil,” and “The Tree of Life.” After partaking of the forbidden fruit, Adam and Eve were cast out of the garden, and [were] not allowed to return and partake of the “Tree of Life.” And from there, it seems as though the entire Bible is a saga of man’s continued fall from that mysterious tree. What was that tree, and how do we get back to it? Well, there’s the story.
Thirty-four centuries later Nephi saw the “Tree of Life” in a vision. He described it as beautiful, white, and precious above every other tree. He described the fruit as most desirable to make one happy. What is this tree and how do we partake of its fruit. That was Nephi’s question?
While Nephi pondered the Tree and its meaning, He was caught away in vision and saw the most beautiful and fair of women in the village of Nazareth. It was Mary, the mother of Jesus, who would not be born for another 600 years. The next thing he saw was Mary caught away in the Spirit of the Lord, and when he next saw her, she was carrying that Baby in her arms.
After seeing these things, Nephi was then asked if he understood now the meaning of the tree.
“…Yea,” he said in answer. “It is the love of God, which sheddeth itself abroad in the hearts of the children of men…” (1 Nephi 11:22)
You see? God’s love is like a great and beautiful tree shading and nourishing this earth. “The Tree of Life” was a representation of God’s love manifested in the coming of Jesus Christ. Indeed God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten Son. Christ is the living embodiment of God’s love for us. His word and Gospel, like a rod of iron, leads us back to that “The Tree of life or Tree of Love.” Christ came to lead us back to that very tree from which Adam and Eve were barred. And when we partake of that love by the Spirit, there is nothing in this world more powerful, more pure, more joyous to the soul than the love of almighty God. Nephi would later say, “He hath filled me with his love even unto the consuming of my flesh” (2 Nephi 4:21). To receive that love is our most desirable mortal experience. To know that love, is to live abundantly, and to live without that love is only to exist.
Life has always been, and still is, all about love – God for His Son, the Son for us, and us for each other. That perfect, pure, and unfailing love is called charity. May it take root in your heart and become a “Tree of Life” – that reaches toward Heaven, and nourishes and shelters your family and friends.

Sources: 1 Nephi 8-11, 12:16-18, 15

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