History, 1838–1856, volume C-1 [2 November 1838–31 July 1842]

  • Source Note
  • Historical Introduction
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<March 20  Letter of Joseph Smith  in Liberty Jail> in the midst of the Council of the Eternal God of all other Gods, before this world  was, that should be reserved unto the finishing and the end thereof, when every  man shall enter into his Eternal presence, and into his immortal rest, but  I beg leave to say unto you Brethren that ignorance, superstition and bigotry  placing itself where it ought not, is often times in the way of the prosperity  of this Church like the torrent of rain from the mountains, that floods the  most pure Chrystal Stream with mire, and dirt and filthiness, and  obscures every thing that was clear before, and all hurls along in one general  deluge but time weathers tide, and notwithstanding we are roled in for the  time being by the Mire of the Flood, the next Surge peradventure, as time  rolls on, may bring us to the fountain as clear as Chrystal, and as pure as  Snow, while all the filthiness, flood wood and rubbish is left, and purged  out by the way. How long can rolling waters remain impure, what  power shall stay the heavens, as well might man stretch forth his puny  arm to stop the in its decreed course or to turn it up Stream  as to hinder the Almighty from pouring down Knowledge from Heaven  upon the heads of the Latter Day Saints, what is or his murderous  party but Wimbling Willows upon the shore to catch the flood wood, as  well might we argue that Water is not Water because the Mountain  torrents, send down Mire and Riles the Chrystal Stream altho afterwards  renders it more pure than before, Or that Fire is not Fire because it is  of a quenchable nature by poring on the flood, as to say that our Cause is  down because renegadoes, liars, priests, thieves and murderers, who are all alike  tenacious of their crafts and creeds have poured down from their Spiritual  wickedness in high places and from their strong holds of the devil a flood  of dirt and mire, and filthiness and vomit upon our heads, no God forbid.  hell may pour forth its rage like the burning lava of Mount Vesuvius or  of Etna, or of the most terrible of the burning mountains, and yet shall  Mormonism stand, Water Fire, truth and god are all the same, truth is  Mormonism, God is the Author of it, he is our shield, it is by him we  received our birth, it was by his voice that we were called to a dispensation  of his Gospel in the beginning of the fullness of times, it was by him we  received the Book of Mormon, and it was by him that we remain unto  this day, and by him we shall remain, if it shall be for our glory  and in his Almighty name we are determined to endure tribulation  as— good Soldiers unto the end, but brethren we shall continue to offer  further reflections in our next epistle, you will learn by the time you  have read this, and if you do not learn it you may learn it, that Walls  and Irons, doors and creaking hinges, and half scared to death Guards and  Jailors, grinning like some damned Spirit, lest an innocent man should  make his escape to bring to light the damnable deeds of a murderous mob  is calculated in its very nature to make the soul of an honest man  feel stronger than the powers of hell. But we must bring our epistle to a  close We send our respects to Fathers, Mothers, Wives, and Children, [p. 905]
March 20 Letter of Joseph Smith in Liberty Jail in the midst of the Council of the Eternal God of all other Gods, before this world was, that should be reserved unto the finishing and the end thereof, when every man shall enter into his Eternal presence, and into his immortal rest, but I beg leave to say unto you Brethren that ignorance, superstition and bigotry placing itself where it ought not, is often times in the way of the prosperity of this Church like the torrent of rain from the mountains, that floods the most pure Chrystal Stream with mire, and dirt and filthiness, and obscures every thing that was clear before, and all hurls along in one general deluge but time weathers tide, and notwithstanding we are roled in for the time being by the Mire of the Flood, the next Surge peradventure, as time rolls on, may bring us to the fountain as clear as Chrystal, and as pure as Snow, while all the filthiness, flood wood and rubbish is left, and purged out by the way. How long can rolling waters remain impure, what power shall stay the heavens, as well might man stretch forth his puny arm to stop the in its decreed course or to turn it up Stream as to hinder the Almighty from pouring down Knowledge from Heaven upon the heads of the Latter Day Saints, what is or his murderous party but Wimbling Willows upon the shore to catch the flood wood, as well might we argue that Water is not Water because the Mountain torrents, send down Mire and Riles the Chrystal Stream altho afterwards renders it more pure than before, Or that Fire is not Fire because it is of a quenchable nature by poring on the flood, as to say that our Cause is down because renegadoes, liars, priests, thieves and murderers, who are all alike tenacious of their crafts and creeds have poured down from their Spiritual wickedness in high places and from their strong holds of the devil a flood of dirt and mire, and filthiness and vomit upon our heads, no God forbid. hell may pour forth its rage like the burning lava of Mount Vesuvius or of Etna, or of the most terrible of the burning mountains, and yet shall Mormonism stand, Water Fire, truth and god are all the same, truth is Mormonism, God is the Author of it, he is our shield, it is by him we received our birth, it was by his voice that we were called to a dispensation of his Gospel in the beginning of the fullness of times, it was by him we received the Book of Mormon, and it was by him that we remain unto this day, and by him we shall remain, if it shall be for our glory and in his Almighty name we are determined to endure tribulation as— good Soldiers unto the end, but brethren we shall continue to offer further reflections in our next epistle, you will learn by the time you have read this, and if you do not learn it you may learn it, that Walls and Irons, doors and creaking hinges, and half scared to death Guards and Jailors, grinning like some damned Spirit, lest an innocent man should make his escape to bring to light the damnable deeds of a murderous mob is calculated in its very nature to make the soul of an honest man feel stronger than the powers of hell. But we must bring our epistle to a close We send our respects to Fathers, Mothers, Wives, and Children, [p. 905]
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