A Witness from the Spirit

As I wrote yesterday,things were extremely slow in my first area. It was four months before I was able to teach a full first discussion. A couple of days later I was transferred to my second area. At first the work picked up with my new companion, but it soon slowed and we found ourselves going to a members home to watch TV every few days. I was badly discouraged and suffering from a confidence problem.

I had already had some run-ins with folks from other churches who wanted to bash, but what really shook me was when we tracted into a Jehovah’s Witness who did not want to bash.  Instead, this lady used love and sincerity and ended up teaching us instead of the other way around.  After we left her home I found myself wondering how she could be so happy when she did not have the truth while I was so miserable when I did have the truth.

I have long since learned that God accepts all sincere expressions of faith.  Other churches have some truths, and if those truths are enough to make the members of those churches happy, who am I to argue?  As a missionary I only sought to add to the truths that others had, and searched for those who were ready to accept them.

In any case, while I had read The Book of Mormon, by now three times, and had seen my faith increase, and had thought at least that I knew the church to be true, now I was in yet another crisis.  I decided to pray that night and seek a witness from the spirit.  Before going to bed, I re-read Moroni’s Promise.  Then I turned out the light and got down on my knees.

I started with just a normal prayer, but then I stopped and tried to say what was in my heart.  I found it difficult at first, but at length the words did come.  I talked about my confusion and told my Heavenly Father of my desire to know if the Church is true.  Then I asked if the Church was true, and I felt nothing.  I cannot say that I really felt anything at all.  I again explained my desire and the reasons behind it before asking a second time.  “Father, I ask thee in the name of Jesus Christ is the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints the only true and living church upon the face of the whole earth?"  Again, I felt nothing.

Now I began to plead.  “Father, please,” I said, “I need to know.”  Then I said that I perhaps needed an answer a bit more clear than others might.  I asked a third time, and again I felt nothing.  The tears welled in my eyes as I thought the answer to be no.  Oh, how much I prayed that the Church was true.  I wanted it to be so very much and I told my Heavenly Father so.  The tears began to flow and for several minutes, or so it seemed, I could only cry.  Then thoughts began to flood my mind that I had wasted four and a half months there in California; that I had wasted the previous 19 years.  Not knowing what to do I closed my prayer asking for knowledge and then crawled into bed.

The tears continued to flow and I wondered what it was that I should do, for I thought that I was serving a false church.  How could I continue to do so for another eighteen months or so until it was time to go home?  I cried and I cried.  “Why couldn’t it be true?”  But there was something in me that fought back saying, “No Elder Cox, the Church is true, you know it is!”  I guess that it was the desire of wanting the Church to be true, and perhaps my love of the gospel and its message.  The tears continued to flow.  “Oh, why couldn’t it be true?”

Then something whispered to me, “Elder Cox, ask again.”  My desire that the Church be true won out.  I looked to heaven and my heart cried out, “Is the Church true Father, it is true?”  Then it happened, my feelings of pain and sorrow fled and a new feeling of peace entered my heart.  It was a warm feeling, and it was as if someone had lit a match in a darkened room.  The feeling comforted my aching heart; all tears and sorrow melted away.  That small feeling brought such great joy to me and all my burdens disappeared.  My heart cried, “It is true, it is true!  Thank you Father, thank you for answering my prayer.”  As I said this the feeling grew stronger and stronger.

I think that maybe the Lord wanted to test my sincerity and faith.  The Lord did answer my prayers, but it was not an immediate answer.  I asked Him four times if the Church was true, and it was only after the fourth time that I received my answer, and only, I think, because I had expressed such a sincere desire that the Church be true.  I think that sometimes we expect answers to be immediate, and they do not always come so quickly.  Sometimes it takes a while, as well as great sincerity and faith.

I know that the Church is true; that the Book of Mormon is the word of God; that Joseph Smith was a prophet of God; and that President Thomas S. Monson is the Lord’s prophet today.  This does not eliminate the need for faith, for I do not have a perfect knowledge of all things.  But these things I know, because I received a witness by the power of the Holy Ghost in answer to my prayer.

Now I had something rock solid to build on.  I had received a witness from the spirit and what greater witness could I have than from God?  I could say as Joseph Smith did of his vision in the Sacred Grove that I experienced what I had experienced and who am I to withstand God?  I had felt that burning within; I knew it and I knew that God knew it, and I could not deny it.

Then, a few weeks later, with yet another new companion at my side, something amazing happened.  We tracted into this couple, had a two hour teach and set up a return appointment.  When we went back I saw a tall stack of books by the husband’s chair, and I knew right then that we were in trouble.

After answering all the question and issues they brought up, or at least trying to, I started to bear my testimony.  I related the experience I had just had a few weeks earlier and bore the sweetest and most powerful testimony I could.  The wife got so upset at one point that she almost threw their copy of the Book of Mormon at me.  I think it was because I had said that until they had read the book and prayed about it they could not tell me that it was not true.  They tried to refute my testimony by saying that I had merely convinced myself.  I told the story again and the spirit was so strong it almost consumed me.  After we left, we got into our car to return to our flat.  My companion paused, looked at me and said that I was amazing.

But it wasn’t me, it was the spirit.  As a person of few words, I had been given many words with which to testify of the truth.  My weakness had become strong unto me.  I can still be very quiet, but when talking about a subject I know a lot about, or when bearing testimony, I can find the words, and even more, I can speak with power.  I am not telling you this to brag, for again, at least when I am discussing the gospel and bearing testimony, it is the spirit, and it is because I have tried to humble myself and have faith in Jesus Christ.  I can testify to the truthfulness of Ether 12:27, but not just from my own experience, but because of the transformations I saw in others.