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Thursday, August 31, 2017

My Mother Linda Hartley - Miscarriage and Prophetic Dreams

Angela Hartley, June 20,1988
My mother, Linda Hartley, wrote a letter to a niece over five years ago about her experience of having a miscarriage in 1986. It was a very sad time for her then. My mother's experience with a miscarriage has helped humble me, but it has also strengthened my faith in the wisdom and timing of God. My father, Jim Hartley, adapted the letter and wrote the following story below: 

Linda F. Hartley: Miscarriage and Prophetic Dreams—The Lord Knows What He Is Doing

I miscarried two years before I gave birth to my daughter, Angela. That miscarriage was one of the most devastating experiences of my life! In contrast, Angela’s birth was truly a tender mercy from heaven…and the fulfillment of two prophetic dreams.

In 1986, we were a family of seven: Jason (12), Taylor (8), Andrea (6), Brent (5), Tom (2), my husband, Jim, and I. When my daughter, Andrea, was born, I knew I wanted to have another girl so she would have a sister. Not long after that, I had a dream about a little girl. She and I were at a neighbor’s house. She was perhaps five years old, maybe older, and had long hair. She was running from the neighbor's yard to our home. Even though I only saw her from the back, I knew she was ours. Later, when I became pregnant, I was excited with the anticipation of having another girl. It turned out to be our son, Brent. I was happy to have another child, but truthfully, I was deeply disappointed that he wasn’t the little girl of my dream. My husband, Jim, joked, "When Linda dreams of a girl, we'll get a boy!"

After Brent was born, I had another dream. I saw a beautiful little baby girl dressed in a long, white blessing gown. She was propped up on a barstool and smiling. When I woke up, I eagerly told Jim of my dream. He said, "That means we'll have another boy." Sure enough, three years after Brent’s birth, our son, Tom, was born. So, I decided that those dreams of a daughter were probably just crazy, wishful thinking on my part.

After Tom’s birth, I assumed that we were done having children. But, one time, while kneeling for family prayer, I had an impression that there was someone missing from our family, and, after the prayer, I said so to my family. About two years after Tom’s birth, I became pregnant. Could it be my dream girl?

Sometime in December 1985, I was having serious complications with the pregnancy. I did not want to lose this baby, so I asked Jim for a priesthood blessing. During the blessing, Jim paused for quite some time and then proceeded to promise me that I would be fine.

I was devastated on January 4, 1986 when I miscarried. On that day, I went into painful labor for about an hour. I began bleeding and hurried into the bathroom. Before I could sit down, I heard a little thump. The little precious being was on the floor, laying on its back, looking so peaceful. I went into shock and said, "The baby's cold—I need to get a blanket." Jim hurried in to find me in a daze and babbling. I was in such a deep state of shock that Jim needed to gently shake me and softly, but bluntly say, "Linda, the baby is dead." Jim reverently collected and wrapped the little fetus while I cleaned myself up and dressed. We then drove to the hospital. I was numb with shock and pain, and I cried uncontrollably. The hospital nurses told us they couldn't tell why I miscarried or the gender of the baby because it was only about 12 weeks old. I was devastated that I had lost the baby. Even though it wasn’t logical, emotionally I felt like a complete failure as a woman. It was a day of total sadness.

I grieved just like any person would grieve over a lost loved one, and my grief went on for over a year. I remember many nights when, after my husband was asleep, I would go quietly into the living room and pour out my soul to the Lord. One night in particular, my prayer was unusually long and enormously gut-wrenching for me. I pleaded with every ounce of my being that God would please send his tender mercies and give me comfort. I hoped with all my heart that I wasn’t yet done with childbearing, and that we could have one more child. I told God my dreams of a little girl, and begged him that he would send us a daughter.

During those dark days, Jim revealed to me that he knew I would miscarry. When he gave me a priesthood blessing the previous December, the Spirit of God had told him that I would lose the baby, but he was forbidden to tell me because of how terribly upsetting it would be to me. That was why there was a long pause during his blessing. It was extremely difficult for him, knowing what he did and he couldn’t tell me. But, when he did, I knew that God loved me and I felt comfort about the miscarriage. Even so, my grief didn’t go away.

Just a few weeks after my soul-wrenching prayer, I was delighted to learn that I was pregnant. (I had given most of my baby things away prior to that prayer—probably not a great act of faith on my part!) Would this be my dream daughter?

In those days, there was no way to fully determine the gender of the baby prior to birth. I became concerned when all the signs of my pregnancy pointed to another boy. Even the doctor and nurses who gave me prenatal care thought it would be a boy. Consequently, Jim and I tentatively decided on a name for the baby, Kevin Benjamin Hartley. When I went in for my delivery, I was still sad and a bit depressed—more Cub Scouts, more rain gutter regattas, and more pinewood derbies! Arrrg! When the baby was delivered, we were all completely surprised! To my sudden joy and absolute elation, out came my little dream girl!

We named her Angela because it was as if God had sent us a little angel. Interestingly, the name, Angela, means "messenger of gods." It’s a beautiful name, isn't it? I prayed her here, and we tell Angela this story many times so she knows she was wanted and dearly loved.

In hindsight, the Lord’s blessing to me through Jim came true. I was fine—in the Lord's time and in the Lord's way. Angela came during a challenging time in our family. Our sweet little angel softened the strained atmosphere and comforted us when we really needed it!

What did I learn from those experiences? The Lord knows what He's doing. The Lord's timing taught me that what the prophet Isaiah said is true: "For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, saith the Lord. For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways, and my thoughts than your thoughts” (Isaiah 55:8). I was also reminded, "Be still, and know that I am God" (Psalm 46:10).

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Adapted by James E. Hartley from a letter written by his wife, Linda F. Hartley. The letter was written to a niece who had miscarried. The letter was dated April 29, 2012. Linda also reviewed this adaption.

Sunday, August 20, 2017

My Mother Linda Hartley - Her Deseret Industries Mission

My mother, Linda Hartley, gave a talk about her experience of being a service / welfare missionary at Deseret Industries quite some years ago. To me, this is a good reminder of the blessings of church callings and giving service to others. Below are my mother's words:

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Linda with her students
Around December of 1995, our bishop (who was also my husband) called me to be a part-time service/welfare missionary at Deseret Industries in Murray, Utah. I taught English as a second language to over 20 foreigners from January 22, 1996 to January 23, 1997.

Deseret Industries ("D.I.") is a church owned thrift store. A newly constructed sign now reads, "Thrift Store and Training Center." The training center part of the sign was a recent addition. It helps people understand the real purpose of this great program of the church.   

What is so incredible about this program is that it works! It works because it is an inspired program of the Lord. By donating second hand clothing and other items to this store, it gives employees of D.I. needed jobs and lifetime skills. When the public supports this store by buying its products, they are helping the employees earn their wage, and in turn, blessing the needy.

Not everything at D.I. is second hand. Items such as furniture, tables, and mattresses are made there. Much of the upholstery material is donated by other companies and the material is of very high quality. Even the president of our church bought a mattress set through Deseret Industries.

Beautiful baby quilts and larger quilts are made by volunteers in the Homecraft department. The material they use is donated by people such as you and me. Then, these quilts are made available at no cost to others in need by being distributed through the church's other welfare arm, the "bishop's storehouse." The volunteers in the Homecraft department are called, like I was, to serve as a volunteer for at least one year. Being a D.I. service/welfare missionary is one of the best church callings to have. There is a very special feeling when we are serving others.

Linda with some other students
Sometimes the needy are those whose only barrier is language. And, not everyone employed at D.I. is physically or mentally handicapped. There are those who come to this country seeking a better life and need basic, survival English to thrive here.

Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think I would be teaching English as a second language. Many people asked me if I had a lot of experience teaching English, or if I had knowledge in foreign languages. I laughed and said, "Not at all! I haven’t used my Spanish since I was 15 years old." That two year Spanish course in junior high school was now pretty rusty, but it helped at times.  

I wondered many times why the bishop had asked me to be a service missionary. But then I remembered my patriarchal blessing which reminded me that I would be called to positions of authority to help those less fortunate than myself. I often wondered what that meant. And that phrase from my blessing kept echoing in my mind as I served as a service/welfare missionary to teach English.

I first taught about four classes a week for the first four months of my mission. Thereafter, I taught two classes per week. Each class met twice a week for an hour. Our classes were small, with about five people per class attending. We would meet upstairs in the classroom area of the D.I. building.

There are about 6 volunteer teachers and over 50 employees taking classes. The students are all given an oral English test. Then, after assessing their ability, they are assigned to a certain level. I taught two levels of English--both basic levels, but one higher than another. We were never given a lot of information about these people. Sometimes it would be weeks until I discovered if someone was illiterate in their own language.

It was an honor to teach English at D.I. The people I worked with have become my dearest and sweetest friends whom I dearly love. The most special class was a class with four Spanish-speaking ladies who shook my hand, hugged and kissed me every time they entered and left class. It was, "Thank you, Professora, Linda!" They were so grateful! English was very difficult for them, with some of the ladies in their 60's and 70's trying to tackle it. As teachers, we tried to teach them simple phrases or questions.

Linda with her students again
My most challenging class was the class with two Bosnian women, a Pakistani woman, a Russian woman and a Mexican man. The Bosnians and Spanish speakers have a very similar alphabet as we do, but the Russian and Pakistani do not. It was a challenge for the Russian and Pakistani to read or write English, but they were so willing and hard-working.  

The Spirit of the Lord prompted me many times to know WHAT to teach or how to teach. For example, I felt very impressed to teach phonic skills to the Bosnians and Spanish students. At the time, my daughter Angela was in 2nd grade, and her 2nd grade teacher had a phonics sheet. There were about 50 phonograms--no wonder English is so difficult.  

This calling came to me at a very critical time in my life. It was a healing balm during a pretty rugged time. The Lord knew I would be going through a personally challenging situation, so He offered me a wonderful opportunity to serve those less fortunate than myself. My life was blessed because of it, as I hope their lives were a bit richer and fuller. I am grateful for an inspired bishop.

Accept your church callings faithfully even though you might have some reservations about them. The blessings of our calling make a difference not only in our life, but in the lives of others. It buoyed my spirits and convinced me more than ever that service to others is vital.

The scripture in Doctrine & Convenants 11:13, "Verily, verily, I say unto you, I will impart unto you of my Spirit, which shall enlighten your mind, which shall fill your soul with joy," is true. I also love the scripture in Doctrine & Covenants 6:36, "Look unto me in every thought; doubt not, fear not."

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Below is also a great and brief video produced by Deseret Industries about some of the work and service it provides to others. I had no idea Deseret Industries does as much as it does. What a great organization! More videos can also be found here.



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Adapted from a talk Linda F. Hartley gave some time after her Deseret Industries mission ended. Additionally, as of August 2017, the D.I. may no longer be offering all the same services or trainings as described in her address. 

Saturday, August 5, 2017

My Uncle Rich Hartley - Determined to Run

This is an inspiring family story about my uncle, Richard M Hartley, written by his brother (my dad) Jim Hartley. It has helped strengthen my resolve to react to adversity with faith and determination. Below are my father's words:

Rich Hartley: Determined to Run

Although he earned it decades ago, Richard M Hartley still has his red letterman sweater from high school. But for him, it’s not just a reminder of glory days long ago; it carries a much deeper meaning.

The sweater is woven in the school’s colors, red and black. His name is embroidered on it. Dominating the sweater is a large block “A” for Arroyo High School in San Lorenzo, California. Pinned to the top of the letter is the winged foot of Mercury representing cross country and track, the two sports in which he lettered. The three stripes on the left sleeve announce his three years as a varsity runner. Above the stripes are two stars: the yellow star for being on the 1967 team that won the league’s track championship, and the black star for being captain of the cross-country team. Overlapping the three stripes are six medals for top individual honors at various track and cross-country events. The “67” below the right pocket represents the year he graduated.

Very few athletes at Arroyo High School could match the accomplishments celebrated on Rich’s letterman sweater. And, very few knew the near-tragic story that originally kindled Rich’s strength and determination.

In a way, you can credit Rich’s athletic success to two things: (1) his neighbor, Mrs. Lunders, who nearly ran over him with her car, and (2) the Boy Scouts.

One Saturday morning in May 1964, 15-year-old Richard was riding his bicycle northbound on Via Alamitos, barely a half-a-block from his home. At the same time, Mrs. Lunders was driving eastbound on Via Coralla. She stopped at its intersection with Via Alamitos. Not seeing Rich because of the morning sun, she accelerated into her right turn just as Rich rode in front of her. The next thing she knew, Richard and his bicycle were pinned under her front bumper. The bicycle’s left pedal was bent into the shape of a scoop, which had gouged out a one-inch chunk of tissue above Rich’s left heel. It broke his ankle and came within millimeters of severing his Achilles tendon. Rich laid in the street bleeding and in pain. Mrs. Lunders became hysterical.

Neighbors quickly gathered at the accident scene. Rich’s mother was summoned. She drove him home, bound his injury as best she could, and rushed him to their family doctor. Rich eventually left the doctor’s office with his left leg and foot cleaned up, bones set, and immobilized. Soon thereafter, his leg, ankle, and foot were wrapped in a thick plaster cast with a special rubber walking pad on the bottom. He was also issued a crutch and a wheelchair. 

Ah, the wheelchair! Not one to miss an opportunity, Rich basked in sympathy and attention at school by having friends sign the cast on his elevated leg, and by persuading cute girls to push him in his wheelchair to his various classes during the final few weeks of school.

Summer came. The cast was soon removed, and Rich realized how weak his left leg was. That was especially discouraging because Rich had his mind set on achieving Boy Scout’s highest rank of Eagle. One of the rank’s many prerequisites was earning a merit badge called “Personal Fitness.” Among other things, the merit badge required a scout to run a mile each day during a one-month period, and document improvement in his performance. Considering how the accident had weakened his left leg, earning the Personal Fitness merit badge would be a huge challenge.

But Rich was determined to run. By the end of July, his leg was strong enough to begin. After a month, Rich earned the merit badge, and both of his legs were stronger than they had ever been.

In September, when Rich began his sophomore year, you could say that he hit the ground running. A few days into the new school year, his physical education teacher noticed how Rich flew past his schoolmates during distance runs and finished light years ahead of them. That teacher happened to be Mr. Ryan, the school’s cross-country coach, and he was eager to make Rich his newest recruit.

Reluctantly, Rich agreed to shift his PE class to the last period of the school day so that he could work out with the school’s top athletes under Coach Ryan. He started out competing at the junior varsity level. At the end of his first cross-country season, the Hayward Area Athletic League held a league-wide cross-country final competition for both varsity and junior varsity runners. Because Rich had previously competed well against the other eight schools during the year, he qualified for the league’s finals. Before the meet, Coach Ryan announced to his runners that those who had the top 10 best times for Arroyo would receive varsity letters. Rich clocked a time that tied him for 10th place for the school—something unexpected of a sophomore. That performance qualified him for the varsity team and, therefore, his block letter.

During his junior and senior years, Rich became one of the school’s top distance runners. In addition to cross-country, Rich was recruited by the track coach to run the half-mile—880 yards. [Today that event is known as the 800 meters.] Subsequently, in his junior year, Rich also lettered in track. In his senior year, he was chosen by the cross-country team as its captain. He also set a school track record for the half-mile that was unbeaten for more than 10 years.

President Dieter F. Uchtdorf, second counselor in the First Presidency of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, made this profound observation: “It is your reaction to adversity, not the adversity itself, that determines how your life’s story will develop.”

To Rich’s credit, his story developed well, when it could have easily turned out poorly. There he was at age 15, lying in the street, broken and bleeding from an automobile/bicycle accident. He was disabled for a number of weeks. Little did he know at the time that his determination to overcome that near-tragic adversity would not only help him become an Eagle Scout, but it opened the door to becoming a future star athlete at Arroyo High School.

So, today, decades later, when Richard sees the block letter “A” on his red letterman sweater, he knows that the “A” not only represents his past accomplishments, it is also a stark reminder to him of the fragile relationship between adversity and attitude.

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NOTE: In 1967, the Hayward Area Athletic League consisted of the following 9 high schools: Arroyo HS (San Lorenzo), San Lorenzo HS (San Lorenzo), Marina HS (San Leandro), Castro Valley HS (Castro Valley), Canyon HS (Castro Valley), Hayward HS (Hayward), Sunset HS (Hayward), Mt. Eden HS (Hayward), and Tennyson HS (Hayward)

Written by James E. Hartley (Richard’s brother), based on an interview with Richard

August 1, 2017


Tuesday, July 25, 2017

In the Face of Deception, My Father's Defense of the Truth

This was an awesome story and message given by my father, Jim Hartley, over 12 years ago at a church meeting. When I first read this, I was completely astonished at the lengths evil men took to defeat the Allies during World War II. But my father used this story and applied it in a spiritual fashion, which helped strengthen my faith in the restoration of the gospel of Jesus Christ. I hope this story and message will be of benefit to others. Below are my father's words:

In the Face of Deception, My Defense of the Truth
Adapted from an address given by James E. Hartley to local LDS Church leaders in Murray, Utah,
15 May 2005

Otto Skorzeny
Otto Skorzeny.  Cold, ice-blue eyes.  Six feet four inches tall and 220 pounds.  A menacing scar running from his left ear to his chin. He became one of Adolf Hitler’s most notorious secret agents, and at one point, one of the most dangerous men in Europe.  Scheming, daring, and intimidating, Lieutenant Colonel “Scarface” Skorzeny of the Nazi SS led one of the largest sabotage operations ever directed against American forces during World War II.

In October 1944, Hitler directed Skorzeny to choose from among all the German services a special unit of “American” soldiers. They were actually Nazi Germans, who could speak American English. Many of them would be dressed in captured U.S. military uniforms. Part of this unit would be sent behind American lines as spies and saboteurs.  Skorzeny assembled 2,500 troops, including an elite commando unit of 150 men, who were the best English speakers. In addition, he accumulated a number of captured U.S. jeeps, trucks, and one Sherman tank. To these, “Scarface” added many more German vehicles and tanks that were “remodeled” and painted to look like their U.S. counterparts. When completed, his collection of “American” vehicles and weapons included 50 tanks, which were organized into his formidable 150th Panzer Brigade. Skorzeny’s troops were divided into three groups, each with a mission to capture key bridges over the Meuse River in Belgium and Luxemburg so that Hitler’s forces could cross enemy lines and crush American and Allied forces.

Skorzeny’s operation was code-named “Greif,” which, in German, means, “grab.” And each highly-skilled saboteur was known as a “Greifer,” or “grabber.

In less than two months, Scarface Skorzeny organized an exceptionally effective group.  He had them trained in American equipment, weapons, ranks, and customs.  They learned American swear words and slang.  They were also supplied with American identification, money, and even letters and snapshots from the United States. 

Skorzeny’s infiltration of U.S. forces was part of a massive German surprise assault.  On December 16th, 1944, 29 German divisions attacked in what was the largest and one of the bloodiest battles in World War 2. The U.S. and its allies called it, the “Ardennes Counteroffensive,” but, its more famous nickname is “The Battle of the Bulge,” a battle that resulted in more than 186,000 German and Allied soldiers killed, wounded, or captured.

After the battle began, 44 of Skorzeny’s imposters slipped through the American line and began running wild in “U.S.” jeeps and trucks.  They rode in and out of the American forces, scouting airstrips and supply dumps, and identifying weak spots in their defenses.  These Greifers blocked roads with fallen trees, cut telephone wires, snarled American maneuvers by mixing up road signs, destroyed U.S. trucks by removing warnings of minefields, and guided devastating artillery attacks.  One Greifer stood at a crossroad and directed an entire American regiment in the wrong direction.

Initially, the execution of Skorzeny’s plan was flawless.  The real Americans didn’t realize that imposters were among them.  But the plan started to unravel two days after the fierce battle began. Three supposed GI’s were taken into custody because they didn’t know the correct U.S. password.  An interrogation specialist broke them and uncovered Skorzeny’s scheme, including the 150th Panzer Brigade using American-looking tanks. 

U.S. forces were alerted and a colossal spy hunt began.  MP’s and guards stuck guns into the ribs of all soldiers, including high-ranking officers, whose Americanism seemed the slightest bit suspicious.  They were asked questions like, “Where’s the Windy City?”  “Who is Betty Grable?” “Who is Mickey Mouse’s girlfriend?” and questions about U.S. sports and history. Suddenly, Skorzeny’s ruse no longer worked and most of the Greifers again slipped back through U.S. lines to return to one of Skorzeny’s main attack units. Ultimately, the Americans repelled Skorzeny’s troops and Panzer units, but not before Scarface’s Greifers had caused substantial damage and confusion. 

Unfortunately, U.S. forces were not initially successful in other locations. Nazi troops pushed 50 miles into U.S. and Allied lines before they were stopped.  Ultimately, the tenacity of the Americans and a German shortage of fuel and reinforcements forced the Nazi’s to retreat. A little more than a month after it began, the Battle of the Bulge ended in an Allied victory. It was the key turning point in the war in Europe.

About five months later, the U.S and its allies defeated Germany. Ten days after the end of the war, Skorzeny gave himself up to American forces.  He was held in a German prison for two years before being tried for his role as a Nazi offender. But, on July 27, 1948, three of Skorzeny’s former SS comrades impersonated American military police, obtained custody of Skorzeny, and helped him escape.  Skorzeny remained free and fiercely loyal to Hitler until end of his life.  He organized covert neo-Nazi paramilitary organizations, and he became highly involved in coups and assassination plots in at least 7 countries in Europe, Africa, and South America.

Today’s “Scarface” Deceivers

In the epic battle for men’s souls waged by Satan against Jesus Christ, Satan recruits, trains, and dispatches countless spiritual saboteurs like “Scarface” Skorzeny—masters of lies, deceit, and fraud.  Among their many targets are the Prophet Joseph Smith and The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints (“LDS Church,” “Mormon Church”). They are trying to flood the world with anti-Joseph Smith and anti-Mormon misinformation.  But, those who genuinely seek truth recognize that not all so-called “information” is truth, no matter how well it is presented.  If we are naïve or careless in our learning, and if we don’t have the Holy Ghost as our guide, we will be deceived, sooner or later.  Satan’s “Scarface imposters” are exceptionally good at their treachery.

            In opposition to Satan’s attacks, I offer five defenses why Joseph Smith was a true prophet of God.

1.      Fantastic Claims, But There Were Witnesses

 Some allege that Joseph was a delusional fraud because of his fantastic claims of seeing visions, receiving visits from heavenly beings, and having translated a book from an ancient record made of gold plates.  When you think about it, Joseph Smith’s claims are rather fantastic!  He claimed to have seen and conversed with God the Father and Jesus Christ!  He also maintained to have been visited by ancient Biblical prophets, including Moses, Elijah, John the Baptist, and the ancient Apostles Peter, James, and John.  Then there’s that other angel fellow, Moroni, from whom Joseph claimed to have received a golden record.

Yes, those claims about visions and gold plates are fantastic…but, I believe those claims for many reasons.  One reason is that only once—the first vision—was Joseph alone when the “fantastic” events occurred.  For other major events, Joseph was joined by other witnesses.
Oliver Cowdery was with Joseph when John the Baptist and later Peter, James, and John appeared to them to restore priesthood authority and power.

Three witnesses, Oliver Cowdery, Martin Harris, and David Whitmer were with Joseph when they were visited by the ancient Book of Mormon prophet, Moroni. Those witnesses solemnly declared “to all nations, kindreds, tongues, and people” that they saw an angel of God (Moroni) and the original gold plates of the Book of Mormon.

Joseph was allowed to show eight others the ancient golden record. Christian Whitmer, Jacob Whitmer, Peter Whitmer, Jr., John Whitmer, Hiram Page, Joseph Smith, Sr., Hyrum Smith, and Samuel H. Smith saw, touched, and hefted the original gold plates of the Book of Mormon.  Like the three witnesses, those eight signed their names as a solemn testimony to the world of the authenticity of the ancient record.

On February 16, 1832, Sidney Rigdon was with Joseph in Hiram, Ohio when, together, they saw the God the Father, Jesus Christ, and heavenly angels. 

On April 3, 1836, Oliver Cowdery was with Joseph in the Kirtland Temple when they were visited by the Savior, Moses, Elias, and Elijah. 

Joseph was not alone!  There were, in fact, other witnesses to the reality of the visions and the gold plates of the Book of Mormon.

2.      Defectors Never Denied the Fantastic Claims

There is an ironic extension of those marvelous experiences that provide me with a second reason why Joseph Smith was not a fraud.  Of the twelve men just mentioned, who shared in Joseph’s visions and witnessed the gold plates, six of them left the faith, namely, Oliver Cowdery, Sidney Rigdon, Martin Harris, David Whitmer, John Whitmer, and Hiram Page.  These had become highly critical of Joseph.  Two of them eventually returned to the faith, Oliver Cowdery and Martin Harris.  But, while those six were disaffected and bitter, they would have naturally unveiled any hoax, fraud, and deception.  Yet, even as defectors, they never denied that those visions and the Book of Mormon plates were authentic. 

3.      Intense Malice toward Joseph Smith

A third reason why I know Joseph was not a fraud is the extreme persecution and ultimate murder of the man.  If the Kingdom of God really was restored to the earth through Joseph Smith, I would expect Satan to unleash intense rage, hatred, and murderous attempts to stop the young prophet.  If evil had not attacked, then, frankly, that would be a sign that Joseph was not really a prophet, and we would not need to concern ourselves with him.  But, evil did attack, viciously.

Many times, Joseph Smith was ridiculed, maligned, slandered, beaten, taken to court on false charges, threatened, hunted, poisoned, and imprisoned because of his claims.  Ultimately, he was murdered by a mob of about 200 men with their faces cowardly camouflaged in black paint. 

Confronted over and over with malicious opposition and brutality, a fraudulent Joseph Smith would have given up and admitted his deceptions.  The fact that the “jaws of hell” repeatedly gaped open after him, and the fact that he stayed true to his claims tell me that Joseph was, indeed, a true prophet of God.  Otherwise Satan would not have worked so hard to destroy him.  And, Satan wouldn’t still be working so hard today with slanderous anti-Joseph Smith and anti-Mormon and materials. 

4.      The Miracle of the Book of Mormon

The fourth and most powerful evidence to me that Joseph Smith was a prophet is the miracle of the Book of Mormon.

Only a servant of God blessed with the gift and power of God could have produced that book.  Consider the unlikelihood of someone like Joseph Smith ever authoring such a marvelous book.  When the work was completed, Joseph was only 23 years old.  He had practically no formal education.  Yet, Joseph Smith produced a printed volume that is over 500 printed pages that are replete with doctrines, prophecies, testimonies, exposition, narration, parables, metaphors, similes, chiasmus, and literary devices characteristic of ancient Hebrew.  The book is an account that covers approximately 2,600 years and includes 54 chapters on war, 21 historical chapters, 55 chapters of visions and prophecies that agree completely with the Bible, 71 chapters of doctrine and exhortation that also agree in greatest detail with the Bible, and 21 chapters on the personal ministry of Jesus Christ. 

Linguists and statisticians have carefully analyzed the language of the Book of Mormon, and have demonstrated that no one man could have written it.  Their conclusion was that the likelihood of the Book of Mormon having only a single author are more than a billion-to-one.  Furthermore, careful, scientific wordprint (“stylometric”) analyses clearly show the work of multiple authors, none of which match the wordprints of Joseph Smith or his close associates.

Translating the Book of Mormon from English into another language today requires two to four years, even by highly educated and skilled translators who have computers, dictionaries, and comprehensive resources!  Yet, the uneducated farm boy, Joseph Smith, produced a 531-page testament of Jesus Christ in about 65 working days without any reference materials!

I’ve read that book many times.  I’ve prayed about that book.  I try to live its teachings.  It is another testament of Jesus Christ! 

I feel the same divine spirit and testimony of Christ whether I’m reading the Bible or the Book of Mormon.  In fact, the Book of Mormon helps me understand and love the Bible much more.  Because of the Book of Mormon, I have a much better understanding of essential gospel doctrines, such as who God, Jesus Christ, and the Holy Ghost are; what my relationship is to God, my family, and my fellow men; the purpose and plan for life; that Jesus Christ really did  resurrect and lives today; that all humankind will one day resurrect; that my mistakes and sins can be forgiven; how to discern truth from error; and how to lead a life that is purposeful and fulfilling.

Therefore, if the Book of Mormon is truly the word of God—which it is—
then the man who translated it is a true prophet of God.

Anyone who mocks the Book of Mormon or denies its divinity has never humbly and prayerfully immersed him- or herself in it.  The Book of Mormon is a great book!  I love its stories.  I love its teachings.  I love how I feel when I read it.  It is holy scripture, and, as Joseph Smith said, “A man would get nearer to God by abiding by its precepts than by any other book.”  It’s a miracle book!  Without Joseph Smith and the Book of Mormon, I would likely not be a Christian!

5.      The Greatest Witness—The Holy Spirit

The fifth reason I offer is the decisive factor in my defense of Joseph Smith: the witness of God through the Holy Ghost. Through the Holy Ghost, God has confirmed to me over and over the reality that Joseph Smith was a true prophet, the Book of Mormon and the Bible are companion witnesses of Christ, and that Heavenly Father loves all of us as His children.

Not only does the Holy Spirit confirm divine truth, he also helps us recognize fraud, deceit, and evil.

Years ago, one of my teenage sons, a devout young man, acquired anti-Mormon information.  He considered himself a valiant defender of the LDS faith.  So, he attempted to expose and debunk the false claims of antagonists.  Before long, he discovered that he was no match for them.  He became confused, dejected, and oppressed by a dark and powerful spirit.  He came to me in great distress.  Together we prayerfully worked through enough of the anti-Mormon materials to clearly see how facts were twisted; lies and half-truths were substituted for the whole truth; concepts were cleverly pulled out of original context and placed in fabricated contexts; highly questionable sources were quoted as if authoritative; “maybe’s,” “possibly’s,” and “could-have-been’s” were skillfully presented as fact.  Most importantly, under the guidance of the Holy Ghost, we sensed the spirit of the materials: dark, bigoted, and hateful.  Those kinds of mean-spirited materials can never be trusted.  My son is now better equipped with a powerful weapon for defending the faith: the Holy Spirit.

All religious materials carry a spirit.  When we pray while considering the messages of those materials, the Holy Ghost can help us discern their spirit.  If the tone or spirit of the materials is dark, intolerant, or malicious you can immediately conclude with 100% accuracy that they are not of God.  As soon as you know that, dispose of the materials. Do not linger with them or try to prove them wrong.  If you try, Satan and his saboteurs will wound you and your faith will falter.  Alone, without God’s guidance through the Holy Spirit, you and I are no match for Satan and his exporters of falsehoods!  Therefore, once the Holy Spirit identifies darkness, flee from it.  Leave it alone.  Trust in the Holy Ghost.

And, because of the Holy Ghost, I know that a dark, malicious spirit does not exist in the Book of Mormon or other revelations given through Joseph Smith.

Conclusion

In 1944, Nazi SS Lieutenant Colonel Otto “Scarface” Skorzeny and his 2,500 expert deceivers wreaked havoc among the American forces in the early days of the Battle of the Bulge.  They were military masters of deception and sabotage.  In the epic battle for men’s souls, there are many in the world today who are masterful religious frauds and spiritual saboteurs.  Do not be fooled by a mean-spirited saboteur’s misinformation about Joseph Smith or The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.  Joseph was a prophet of God. The church restored through him is exactly what its name says, The Church of Jesus Christ. May the assurance of these truths saturate our souls now and forever, and protect us from Satan’s subversive lies and deceptions.


Thomas M. Johnson, “The Most Dangerous Man in Europe,” Secrets & Spies: Behind-the-Scenes Stories of World
War II, 1964, Reader’s Digest Association, Inc., 468-475



Wednesday, July 12, 2017

Two Brothers: One Chose Death, the Other Chose Life

My father, Jim Hartley, originally shared this story and message at a religious devotional in April 2005. I thought this was phenomenal the first time I heard it. This has helped instill in me a greater desire to choose good over evil. I hope others can find it of worth as well. Below is my father's message he prepared for the occasion:

Two Brothers: One Chose Death, the Other Chose Life

Brothers John, Edwin, and Junius (left to right)
Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar in 1864
There is a fascinating true story that is worth pondering. It’s about two brothers, John and Edwin. You see, one of them chose death and the other chose life. 

John was born in 1838 in Maryland. He wanted to be an actor. So, at age 17, John auditioned at the Charles Street Theatre in Baltimore, Maryland. He received small parts from time to time, but it was another two years before he began performing regularly. John was particularly successful with various theatre companies in Baltimore, Philadelphia, and Richmond. Over time, he became a very popular and admired actor. 

His life radically changed in 1861, when the Civil War began. Because of his promise to his mother, John did not join the army. For a couple of years during the war, John left acting and pursued interests in western Pennsylvania’s oil fields. Later, he sold his interests and went to Montreal, Canada. Then, in March 1865, he traveled to Washington, D.C. to resume acting. He starred in the performance of “The Apostate” at Ford’s Theatre.

The next month, a new show opened at Ford’s Theatre, a comedy called “Our American Cousin.” John was not in that show. He didn’t intend to be. He had other business—to assassinate the President of the United States. 

During the performance on April 14th, 1865, John Wilkes Booth fatally shot President Abraham Lincoln. John escaped on horseback, first to Maryland then to Virginia. Federal soldiers tracked him down and trapped him inside a barn. John refused to give up and was finally shot to death.

John had become an agent for the Confederacy. For five months, he had been part of a conspiracy to kidnap President Lincoln and use him as a hostage to negotiate the release of Confederate soldiers who were being held in Union prisons. But, their attempt on March 17th failed. 

Nearly three weeks later, on April 9th, 1865, Confederate forces under General Robert E. Lee surrendered, effectively ending the Civil War. John was furious. He and at least eight others conspired to assassinate President Lincoln, Vice President Andrew Johnson, and the Secretary of State, William H. Seward. Just five days after Lee’s surrender, John Wilkes Booth completed his final performance at Ford’s Theatre with the murder of the president. Fortunately, the others in the conspiracy failed in their attempts on Johnson and Seward.

John had a brother named Edwin Thomas Booth. Edwin was five years older than John. He too was a talented actor. Edwin honed his skills by barnstorming through California mining towns and touring Australia and the Sandwich Islands (known today as Hawaii). His first appearances as a star were in Boston and New York City in 1857. By 1860, Edwin was widely recognized as one of the world’s finest Shakespearean actors. 

The assassination of President Lincoln by his brother was a blow to Edwin’s spirit from which he never recovered. It even caused him to withdraw from acting for nearly a year.

Edwin was of a different temperament than his younger brother. He demonstrated kindness and selflessness, which were apparently foreign to John. For example, sometime in either 1863 or ‘64, Edwin found himself on an extremely crowded railroad station platform in Jersey City. A well-dressed young man, about 20 years old, was accidentally pushed by the crowd up against the train. Suddenly the train lurched forward. The young man was twisted off his feet and dropped dangerously into the narrow space between the platform and the moving train. Edwin Booth reacted immediately. He locked a leg and an arm around a railing. With his other hand, he grabbed the young man by the collar and pulled him up to safety. The young man immediately recognized the famous actor, called him by name, and shook his hand in deepest gratitude for saving his life. Edwin did not recognize the young admirer he had just rescued. But, several weeks later, Edwin received a letter of thanks from the office of General Ulysses S. Grant. The person Edwin Booth saved was Robert Todd Lincoln, the oldest son of President Abraham Lincoln.

President and Mrs. Lincoln had three children. But, only Robert lived past the age of 18. Robert graduated from Harvard Law School and served in the Union Army. After the Civil War, he practiced law. In 1881, President James A. Garfield appointed him as the secretary of war. He held the same post under President Chester A. Arthur. In 1889, he was appointed as the U.S. minister to Great Britain. The Republican Party wanted him as a presidential candidate in 1884, 1888, 1892, and 1912, but, each time he declined the offer to run. Robert Todd Lincoln died at age 83, a renowned lawyer, businessman, and statesman. We owe Robert’s noble life to the brother of the man who assassinated Robert’s father.

What a contrast between two brothers. John Wilkes Booth, the talented actor whose life became dedicated to death. And, Edwin Thomas Booth, a world-famous actor, who risked his life to save the life of another. Both brothers altered the legacy of the Lincoln family.

John and Edwin remind us of two other brothers, who, in a way, are like the Booth brothers—one brother, who chooses death and the other, who chooses life.

In the premortal world, there was a great council to prepare the Plan of Salvation for the spirit children of God. One “who was in authority” went before God and said, “…Here am I, send me, I will be thy son, and I will redeem all mankind, that one soul shall not be lost; and surely I will do it; wherefore give me thine honor” (Moses 4:1).

Because he sought to destroy the agency of man and take all power and honor to himself, his proposal was rejected. So, he rebelled “…[and] was thrust down from the presence of God….  And was called Perdition, for the heavens wept over him—he was Lucifer, a son of the morning!” (D& C 76:25-28) And from that time on Lucifer sought to destroy humankind (Moses 4:6).

Like John Wilkes Booth, Lucifer has an older brother who has a completely different temperament. Rather than death and destruction, Satan’s older brother, Jesus Christ, seeks life. In contrast to Lucifer, Jesus’s response to God’s plan was, “Father, thy will be done and the glory be thine forever” (Moses 4:2).

The ancient Apostle John taught us, “For God so loved the world that He gave his Only Begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life” (John 3:16). “In him was life; and the life was the light of men” (John 1:4). “The thief cometh not, but for to steal, and to kill, and to destroy: [Jesus is] come that [we] might have life, and that [we] might have it more abundantly” (John 10:10).

It is worthwhile to ponder the lives of the two brothers, John Wilkes Booth and Edwin Thomas Booth—one who sought death and one who sought life. The Booth brothers remind us of two other brothers, Lucifer and Jesus the Christ—one who seeks death and destruction and One who is the life and the light of the world, who gave His life to rescue ours.

I bear witness of the Savior’s reality and of His love.  May we always follow the One who is the life and the light of all, Jesus Christ.


Aurandt, Paul, Paul Harvey’s The Rest of the Story, Bantam Books, New York, New York, 1977, 47-49
The National Park Service, Ford’s Theatre National Historic Site, “A History of John Wilkes Booth”
Encyclopedia Britannica presents “Shakespeare and the Globe: Then and Now,” Biographies,
“Booth, Edwin (Thomas)” (http://search.eb.com/shakespeare/micro/78/51.html)
Goff, John S., Robert Todd Lincoln: A Man In His Own Right, 70-71 (http://members.aol.com/RVSNorton1/Lincoln59.html)
World Book Encyclopedia 1992: “Booth, Edwin Thomas” and “Booth, John Wilkes,” volume 2, 492
World Book Encyclopedia 1992: “Lincoln, Abraham,” “Lincoln, Mary Todd,” and “Lincoln, Robert Todd,” volume
12, 310-327

*The web links were functional at the time this message was original prepared in April 2005. As of July 2017, it appears they may no longer be functional.

* Image source: By Unknown - The Life and Times of Joseph Haworth (as "images/Fellow Actors/Edwin Booth/Junius, Edwin & John Wilkes Booth in Julius Caesar-Photo-B&W-Resized.jpg"); the original is in the McClellan Collection at Brown University., Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=3259721