I have not got up to preach a long sermon; but, as President Young
said, if anybody wanted to talk, to talk away. I have a matter in my
mind, and I have felt disposed to mention it to the brethren and
sisters. I was reminded of it by an expression that was dropped by the
President in his remarks this morning, where he said, if we could have
our eyes opened, as were those of the servant of Elijah, to see the
innumerable hosts that are in our favor, we would not have to wait
and to wonder when the help of Israel will be sufficiently numerous;
for we should know there are more for us now than can be against us.
When we were in Nauvoo, at the beginning of the last winter we spent
in Illinois, about the time the clouds were gathering so thick, and
the last storm began to break upon us, we heard the thunders and
threatenings of our enemies wherein they stated that we were to be
At that time I was confined to my bed with sickness, but I heard the
report of the proceedings day after day; but I could not come out to
see the face of the heavens, to judge what the issues would be. To get
away was impossible with me at that time, and we knew that the longer
we stayed the more we should be oppressed by our enemies.
After I had commenced to recover my health, one morning, while lying
in my bed in open day, as wakeful as I am at this moment, the
surrounding objects which I could see when in my natural condition all
in an instant disappeared, and, instead of appearing to keep my
bed, I found myself standing in a place where those acquainted with
Nauvoo and the location of the Printing Office, subsequent to the
death of the Prophets, will remember. There was a vacant lot in front
of the Printing Office; I stood there, and I heard a rumbling noise
something like that which attends the moving of a mass of people. I
turned round to look in the direction of Main Street, and behold! The
whole country was filled with one moving mass of people that seemed to
be traveling directly to the point where I stood. As they approached
somewhat nearer, they seemed not to be traveling on the ground, but
somewhat near the altitude of the tops of the buildings.
At the head of the company were three personages clothed with robes of
white, something like those which many of us are acquainted with.
Around their waist was a girdle of gold, and from this was suspended
the scabbard of a sword—the sword being in the hand of the wearer.
They took their places with their faces directly west; and as they
stopped, the individual in advance turned and looked over his shoulder
to me with a smile of recognition. It was Joseph; and the others were
his two brothers, Hyrum and Carlos.
I contemplated them for a few moments; but to tell my feelings would
be impossible. I leave you to guess them; for it would be futile to
attempt a description.
After contemplating the scene a few moments, I was again in my bed as
before, and the vision had dis appeared. This was my assurance, in the
commencement of our troubles there, that I received of the
guardianship that was around us and the protection that we were
receiving from the hosts of heaven.
The sequel of our history proves that it was no idle tale. Our safety
was pledged and guaranteed; but what does our history prove? That the
heavens have labored for us—that those who have gone behind the veil
labored for us; and they still labor for us. If it were only
ourselves that guaranteed the success of "Mormonism" on the earth, it
would be but a poor guarantee; but that help that has sustained us
will not be taken or withdrawn from us.
While we seek to sustain the truth we shall be sustained. As the
President observed, we shall be preserved just so long as our Father
in heaven requires us. All the interests which we have upon the earth
ought to be pledged to sustain the truth; and when our interests
require us to go from here, why should we dread it, anymore than we
dread to go to England or to any other place.
We serve our interests when we serve our God; and it is all that we
have to do. It is so with me, and it has been so, and it should be so
with all of us. It is not choice with me whether I stay or go. I have
friends there, and I have friends here; and if I were to calculate
which I love best, I could not tell.
Well, brethren and sisters, may the Lord Almighty bless you is my
prayer, in the name of Jesus. Amen.
- Amasa M. Lyman