Sunday, October 24, 2010

Tar and Feathering of the Prophet Joseph Smith

As of lately, I have been reading the Joseph Smith Papers. It is compilation of the words, writings, teachings, of Joseph Smith. I cannot express my great gratitude towards this man. It was his sacrifice that allowed us to receive the restored gospel in our day. I decided to write down the dramatic experience of Joseph's tar and feathering in Hiram, OH March 24th, 1832. Not too many people know about the specific details that went on. Thanks to the help of Susan Easton Black and some further research of my own, I compiled this amazing story of personal sacrifice of the prophet Joseph Smith. 



While Joseph Smith was in Hiram, OH he was betrayed by a fellow friend and member of the church, Symons Ryder. Symons fell away from the church after Joseph Smith spelled his name wrong which is still spelled wrong in today's edition of the Doctrine and Covenants. He began to be irritated with all that Joseph had going on for him, he was worried a temple would be built next to his farm and would not have anything of it. On March 24th, 1832 Symons says this is the night Joseph dies. He sends letters to places all around Hiram, to all those that despise the prophet and the Mormon church. The men that volunteer know that close to midnight, they are to meet in the brickyard of Hiram. When the men get to the brickyard, they become drunk with whiskey as to be out of their minds to accomplish their plans of murdering Joseph.

Because of jealousy, pride and anger sixty men plot to kill Joseph Smith in the night. Twelve men approach the house of Joseph and Emma. Joseph and Emma are laying in the front room with their two newly acquired twins who were ill. Suddenly Emma begins to hear what she thinks is knocking against the house, like a tree blowing in the wind. Within a few moments the twelve men broke through the front door into the front room and Emma wakes Joseph up by screaming "Murder!" After the scream the twelve men are now beginning to grab Joseph. One of the men, Warren Waste, whom had prior to this event bragged in the saloon about being able to take down Joseph, made a mistake. He grabs Joseph's right leg, which is the strong leg, and is kicked in the face so hard that knocks Mr. Waste out of the front bedroom out onto the front porch. Years later, Mr. Waste was asked if Joseph was a prophet. He said he didn't know about that but he knew that he was the strongest man he had ever tangled with in the Ohio's. Another man in the room, Carnit Mason, grabs Joseph's head and eventually grabs his hair. He pulls so hard on his hair that he pulls out part of Joseph's scalp. Years later, a short man and an ancestor of mine Levi Hancock, was walking the Streets of Nauvoo and saw Joseph. Levi said to Joseph, "Joseph, I understand you lost part of your hair in the tar and feathering, could you show me?" Joseph bends over and shows that yes, Joseph was missing part of his scalp. Levi Hancock is my ancestor. 

Eleven of the twelve men now succeed in taking Joseph outside. They get him out to the porch. Warren Waste is now standing up after being kicked in the face; he is bleeding tremendously from the wound. He notices the blood on his hands and is very upset. He chokes Joseph trying to strangle him; he does so until Joseph loses consciousness. The interesting part about this is that the other mobbers are the ones who stopped Mr. Waste from killing Joseph, because they wanted Joseph to die another way, they already planned a premeditated murder. Joseph is now taken about thirty yards farther from the house. When Joseph regains consciousness he now sees all sixty men around him and there he sees his stride, Sidney Rigdon. Sidney was pulled out of his home by his feet and hit his head on the frozen ice causing it to bleed profusely and was lying in a pool of his own blood; Joseph thought his friend Sidney was dead. For the first time now, Joseph speaks to his captors and says, "You will spare my life won't you?" At which point, they say, "Call unto your God for mercy, for we will show you none." 



They now take him 30 yards further and take off all of his clothing except his shirt collar. It used to be back then that men's shirts were flat without collars, but the important people would put on a collar to show respectability, much like we do when we enter church in a suit and tie. Joseph, once naked, is then put on boards and suddenly he is introduced to the man who had been determined to kill him, Dr. Dennison. Dr. Dennison was the doctor that delivered baby Joseph in Sharon, Vermont December 23rd, 1805. Dr. Dennison was known for saying, "If I had known what this baby would become I would have smothered the gus." Dr. Dennison was planning to kill Joseph by castrating him. He has a knife in his hand and comes close to Joseph. As he comes closer to Joseph, his hand with the knife begins to shake and he eventually drops the knife. This was the plan of the mob to have Joseph be killed by castration but they had back up plans in case their first plan did not work. Once the doctor drops the knife, he pulls out of his pocket a vile of nitric acid. The doctor's plan is to put this nitric acid into Joseph's mouth and have him swallow it. Once it is swallowed it causes a cruel death of burning the body from inside out. The doctor attempts to put this small vile into Joseph's mouth, but Joseph keeps his teeth clenched very tightly as to not let anything pass through. Between the clenched teeth and the pushing so hard with the vile, one tooth or another will be broken off. It is not until 1843, when a dentist joins the church in Nauvoo, Joseph will get his teeth fixed. From 1832 to 1843, you could always tell Joseph was preaching because he had a whistle. 

Once the vile was dropped, the mob wondered how do they kill him? All of a sudden you hear, "Symon, Symon, where is the tar bucket?" Some run to get a tar bucket, some break into the home of Sidney Rigdon and grabbed pillows. Joseph now describes that a man fell on him like a mad cat and scratched him well. When the tar is ready and the paddle is put into his mouth, Joseph has no fight left. He knows he is going nowhere and he is done. They splash the tar all over his body and throw the feathers from the pillows over the tar. The last Joseph heard was, "The Mormons are coming." When you say the Mormons are coming, you have Orin Porter Rockwell and similar members who are there to protect Joseph. The mob disperses and leaves Joseph for dead in the street. 

When the tar was put into his mouth, Joseph fell unconscious. He regains himself and rips out the tar of his mouth, when he does so he loses consciousness again. Joseph later regained consciousness and crawled back to the front porch of his home. He discovers Emma and the future Relief Society sisters walking and worried on the porch. Joseph is not happy to have company. Joseph now yells to Emma, "Throw me a blanket." Emma is sure it is Joseph and looks towards the direction of the voice spoken, she sees the tar on him and concludes that it is blood and faints straight onto her back. Emma is helped by the other sisters there and Joseph receives his blanket. Many men come to find Joseph and see him at his home. The men then excuse the ladies from helping Joseph and send them to take care of the sick children. They then pull out their knives and begin to scrape away the tar off Joseph's body. These were not normal knives, they were corn husker knives, thick bladed and dull. 

The next day is church and Joseph speaks as usual, no matter what happens to him, it seems he preaches the gospel. After church, they break the ice on the river and Joseph baptizes three people. In coming days, Joseph and Emma lose one of their twins very likely because of the freezing air that entered the home when the mob came. Joseph and Emma had already lost three children prior to this child. 

Joseph Smith is a prophet of God. No greater man has ever lived and done a greater work, save Jesus Christ alone. I love Joseph; he is my brother and friend. Through the song, "Praise to the Man" (my favorite), we learn that "sacrifice brings forth the blessings of heaven." Joseph sacrificed everything to do the will of God, to bring the restoration of the gospel in this last and great dispensation. And now we see the blessings in this church because of what Joseph sacrificed. What can we learn from Joseph? What are we doing to sacrifice so that we too may have the blessings of heaven unto ourselves and unto the rest of the world? 
Millions truly have come to know who Joseph Smith is a true prophet of God and millions and millions more will still come to learn. Praise to the man Joseph Smith and his endless glory with the almighty God.

Thursday, October 7, 2010

The "Magical" Slinky

Before I left back for Utah, my nephews Jack and Elliott were fighting over who got to play with this small slinky. I of course intervened and decided to stop it by putting it away, up high to where they couldn't see it. They didn't seem to notice that I put it away but after a little while I realized that we could have a little fun with this slinky after all. So I grabbed the slinky running up to Jack and Elliott and said, "Jack, Elliot. This is a magical slinky, one that can take us to anywhere in the world. But only if we are kind to each other and work together to overcome the hard things we have to go through." Their eyes lit up as they got excited when I began to say we were swimming in the ocean when all of a sudden a shark started to circle us. "Oh know!" Jack said. "We must get to the boat so the shark can't get us." So we all quickly ran into a bedroom and closed the door. It was a place of protection; a place where nothing could get us. "Phew, we're safe. Nothing can get us in here" I said. "I'm going to go outside and stop that shark" Elliott said with determination in his face, fists clenched with one on each side of his face as if he were going to try to intimidate the shark. So we left the room, creeping foot by foot down the hall way until Jack, who was holding the "magical" slinky, said "Oh no! An angry set of Vampires had shown up at the front door wanting to come in. We quickly ran to push against the door so they couldn't get in. The vampires were too many for us, they pushed the door wide open. Elliott jumped back and began to be scared running in circles. Jack ran and grabbed his hand yelling for us to all run back to the safe room. So we did. And we barely made it, too. "Ok guys" I said, "we now each have to take a hold of the slinky and pray that all will begin to disappear, that everything will be peaceful again in the house." Jack began to offer a real prayer. We went back outside and guess who showed up? Grandma Gemmell :)
When it was time for me to leave for Utah shortly after that experience I remember Jack wanting to play with the "magical" slinky again. Sadly I didn't have time as I had briefcase in hand. But they can be sure to count on it when I get back.


Elliott and Jack looking at a june beetle


Elliott and Jack raking the leaves with grandpa


Sometimes we fret too much in this life and not put enough trust in God. Ezekiel 37

Fret not thyself because of evildoers, neither be 
though envious against the workers of sin...
Rest in the Lord, and wait patiently for him:
fret not thyself because of him who pospereth in his way,
because of the man who bringeth wicked devices to pass.
Cease from anger, and forsake the wrath:
fret not thyself in any wise to do evil.
Ezekiel 37: 1, 7-8

Yesterday I was reading Nephi's prayer and desire to have no more sin in his life. He says this:

O wretched man that I am! Yea, my heart sorroweth because of my flesh;
my soul grieveth because of mine iniquities. I am emcompassed about, 
because of the temptations and the sins which easily do beset me. 
And when I desire to rejoice, my heart groaneth because of my sins;
nevertheless, I know in whom I have trusted...
Behold, he hath heard my cry...and by day have I waxed bold in
mighty prayer before him; yea, my voice have I sent up on high; 
and angels came down and ministered unto me...
Awake, my soul! No longer droop in sin. Rejoice, O my heart,
and give place no more for the enemy of my soul.
2 Nephi 4: 17-19, 23-24, 30

There is much more to it but I think you get the point. Trust in God no matter what; whether it is your fault or because of someone else's fault that things go wrong, because that's just how the world works. During time here in college you can get very stressed. (Just like any other phase in life it seems.) And when you are stressed you are not often very happy. Not very joyous and excited for others. This last weekend was general conference. It was a wonderful conference, I was privileged to watch it with a few friends and roommates. I learned a lot about trusting in God and believing Him. To believe Him you must humble yourself. I've learned that my mistakes are from my pride. But I know that God can forgive you and I if we are but believing - trusting - hopeful - happy - not fretting (or worrying). Nephi states this: "O Lord, wilt thou encircle me around in the robe of thy righteousness!" We can put on that robe of righteousness each day. I think I will buy robes for my kids and give it to them during a Family Home Evening and teach them the importance of righteousness. 

As my nephews and I played with the "magical" slinky we found out we had a place of refuge from all hardships. I have come to find that to be my Savior and keeping His commandments. 

For a current update: Life is great, I have so much to do but I am really happy. Sure, I don't have everything I would like, some of those make me sad, but it's a great time to come rely upon God more. That's the whole purpose, right? Classes are fascinating, I am learning a lot about my field of studies. I love the Middle East and it's rich culture. I am still social through library study gatherings. I started doing the P90X with a friend in my ward each morning at 6 AM. That really is some hard work but I think it will eventually pay off. I do it to be active, I don't need the muscles but I also don't want to be super skinny. My ensemble groups are getting better, I love being able to still play music. I love and miss my mission tremendously. And most of all I still love and miss my family. 

Saturday, September 25, 2010

This morning, woke up nice and early so I could get to campus and start studying. I walk outside of my apartment building and there it was! My dream come true!  A huge hot air balloon was blown up and still ready to launch, just waiting for me to get on for the ride! Ok, not really. They were waiting for it to have enough hot air to get off the ground, but it was way sweet. Now I am on campus, in the work office because the HLRC is not open yet and I feel like I should be doing some kind of work because I am in my office. But I'm not going to ;)

So school has been great. Really tough, but I am enjoying it. It has gone by really fast. I have some really great friends in my Arabic class. We often study a bit extra to try to understand this language. It sure is tough, but I think it is coming along. Insha'allah. We're tough. Like these guys...



Not quite Arabic but you get the point. Maybe during the summer I will make an Arabic version of it.

I have been reading the Joseph Smith Papers Vol. 1 (it was my birthday present, thank you family!) and I absolutely love it. I haven't had a book that has kept me up late for a long time. I probably shouldn't do that but it's the only time I have and I want to read it more than anything else. It's great to read because it is putting the sparks back into my great love and appreciation for the prophet Joseph Smith. This book which covers much of his journals has helped me better understand who he is, what he did and why he did it. He truly was a prophet of God, he did see God the Father and His Son, Jesus Christ. And he really loves his fellowmen. That is the biggest thing I am learning through this book about Joseph is that he truly loves his brothers and sisters and gave so much to help them. In my D&C class, I often know the random facts that our teacher asks about things like when was the quorum of the twelve apostles organized. I stated February 14th 1835. He asked how did I know so many things like that. I said, "I read church history books for fun." It's true. I love it.

Last night, I was trying to study but I just couldn't. I have felt very uneasy the last couple of days and can't explain why because I have no clue why. So I couldn't study, I could have easily wasted time doing other things like facebook or reading a book but it wouldn't have done any good. And then I got a phone call from one my best friends Spencer Fields. Spencer and I have been friends almost my whole time here on campus. He's been an RA in my ward, RA's together in the same ward and have done many things together. He was just recently married to a wonderful girl named Kim. Spencer is now a hall advisor in the dorms. He called to invite me over for dinner. It was perfect. We ate a home cooked meal (haven't had one of those in over a month) and then we watched "Cheaper by the Dozen."
I don't know what happened, but near the end there when the son runs away and they find him, I freaking started to cry! What the heck?! I've seen this movie a good handful of times and never cried! Why then? I don't know. Except maybe I've been thinking a lot more of my own family and how much I am grateful for them. Maybe because I have been thinking of my own future family and what it'd be like, desires, and wishes. Definitely want to do it right. And definitely want to have it. Just got to convince a girl to take a chance on me.

Anyways, this post was mostly for my own sake. If it made sense, great. If not, sorry about that.

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Islam: My View Point for September 11th




Lately, as 9/11 comes close I have seen much in the media (via Internet and TV) that there is much opposition to a monotheistic religion called Islam. I am not yet an expert on this matter but I want to express my outright disgust of the hatred towards Islam that is coming from so many people. It is the feelings I had while in Nauvoo and hearing anti-Mormons talking so negatively about Joseph Smith. The complete ignorance of what they were saying left me in awe with how stubborn we can be. How stubborn and ignorant are we towards our brothers and sisters of the Muslim faith? Let's just say there are some that are exceedingly ignorant. But I should precede it that my testimony of the Book of Mormon, prophets in latter-days, and the power of the priesthood is in fact very strong and deep within my soul. My apologetic feelings towards Islam or any other religion and culture does not weaken my testimony, it builds it. 





For Pastor Terry Jones of  Dove World Outreach Center in Gainesville, Fla. it not a question of understanding but rather a christian duty (yes, a little c) to destroy sacred writings of a religion that consumes over 1.5 billion people of this world. Why? Because "Islam" is the one that attacked the country on 9/11/2001 and is built upon falsehoods, a false prophet and a culture that seems to be too aggressive for him. I have seen other obscene pictures depicting the fanatic Muslims saying death to America. My understanding is this, that there is in fact insane Muslims that attack our country. But this let me tell you that this is a small minority. Imagine that even 1% of any group or society was just nuts, completely and totally nuts, they loved to do exactly what each person of that group would want to never do for sake of doing what is right. Is that 1% enough to ruin the reputation for the group? Sure, it can be for everyone, or in some cases like Islam it is mixed. In the LDS faith, what about the Fundamental LDS church? The one with polygamy communities in Texas. During my mission, I had so many people think we were "that mormon church in Texas, with kids being hauled off because of the polygamous fathers." That certainly was not the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints that I preached so fervently for. In fact, they are not even part of the church at all! Could these terrorists or antagonists not be considered Muslim to the rest of the Muslim world? 

From an Latter-day Saint perspective, those of you that belong to my faith, do you not remember the drastic persecution while the saints were in Kirkland? Liberty? Far West? Nauvoo? Did they not destroy our printing shops that were distributing the Book of Commandments? Now known as the Doctrine and Covenants. Did they not murder and rape women and children? Did our own beloved prophet Joseph Smith not seal his blood and testimony by the balls from gunshots of martyrs? Was there not false accusations made of the religious teachings and social practices? These false accusations led to many imprisonments of the church leaders, is that fair? Are any of these actions just? Alright, my point is, whomever wants to distribute anything negatively of the Islamic faith, stop. It is only being part of the mob that persecuted the early saints. When does the church grow the most? When there is opposition to the church. 

"But this church is true and their religion is not." My response is, SO WHAT?! Yes, their early history and the spread of Islam seems a little sketchy, but can I tell you how far away we are from the real truth of the spread of Islam as Americans and even Mormons to understanding what it is really about? I know there are books out there that strongly oppose the Islamic religion, calling them blood thirsty, 'convert or the sword' type of people or simply to dominate the world. Aren't we as Latter-day Saints trying to spread our faith to all the world? Do not our own scriptures say this? 


D&C: 68: 8  Go ye into all the worldpreach the gospel to every creature, acting in the authority which I have given you, baptizing in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost.

They were doing what was fit for the time and place that they lived in. And still do today, in fact, they are the fastest growing religion in the world, all converts that I have met were never forced to join, it was an act of their own free will. 

I have two professors that recently have returned from, one being a mission president in Italy and the other teaching in the Jerusalem Center for a few years. Both of which are amazing men in the gospel of the LDS faith. Dr. Toronto, the professor that taught in Jerusalem and recently returned as a mission president, mentioned that as he would help teach Mormon tours to the holy lands he would receive many comments during and afterwards through emails about how wrong he was to preach positively of Islam and the prophet Muhammad. His response then to us as a class and to those individuals was, "I taught the truth and some weren't ready for it."  


My personal opinion, Islam was and is inspired by God because of the good that is in it. I recall of kindness and thoughtfulness was when I was helping my friend Mohammad Al-Nasser from Jordan buy a car while he was at BYU studying Law. As we were driving back after seeing a few cars to buy, he made the comment that he wanted "a car that is safe and reliable for his family." His family were in Provo at the time, he had and a wife two little children. It sounded exactly like something my Dad would say. It taught me a big lesson, first to take care of your family (I'm going to have a very safe care for my kids) but I think most importantly that they have the same love and concerns as we do. 

Alright, I'm done. I spent way too much time writing this when I should have been studying Arabic or for my Humanities of Islam class. I hope this helped and I apologize to be so brief on many principles I am trying to express. I simply did not have the time to really do this but wanted to voice my opinion against the hatred of our Muslim brothers and sisters. If only we could realize and remember that they are our brothers and sisters. God knows what He is doing. I have a testimony of that. 



God bless America! May we all be righteous and God fearing men. 9/11 will not be forgotten in my heart. 








Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Lessons Learned After the First Week of School Fall 2010

Oh how awesome school has been. I can't forget how amazing it is to be going to Brigham Young University and be in the apartment I am in.

So I thought I'd update just by sharing some secrets/lessons I've learned this last week:

1. Do not fall behind in your homework with classes, especially Arabic. And I haven't! It feels so great to be able to do all that I need to and know what people are talking about in each of my classes.

2. Clean your bathroom about 10 times. It smelled when we first got here and then we cleaned it again and again until I finally zapped it with Clorox bleach and now it just smells like bleach. I guess that is good enough.

3. Don't worry when your ipod touch stops working, it'll work again later. I don't know why it does this but it works eventually.

4. Practice your music constantly, because you are not good if you don't. That's no good.

5. DO NOT ask a random girl out for a date that was supposed to be a group date and then not be. It's really awkward because she probably just said yes to be nice and you can't do anything about it once you're there. But it still can be fun.

6. If the girl doesn't look back at you after she notices you look at her, she's probably not interested.

7. Teach a girl how to make smiley faces on the computer.

8. When your roommate tries to bleach his hair when his hair is red, it probably won't really bleach out.

9. When a really big football game is on, make sure you have the channel that it is on to watch it before you invite people over...

10. Remember that it is okay to take a nap when you are feeling really sick.

11. Don't finish the TV show 24 without your roommate.

12. When your laptop needs to be completely reinstalled, plan for a good day and a half of updates installing into your computer.

13. Don't forget to sign up for your Internet based class so you can take the quiz in time and have the right downloads.

14. Be friends first! I don't care if she is really pretty or excellent, be friends first so you don't freak her out.

15. And when you are trying to be friends, don't freak her out then either!

16. Auditioning for the Folk Dance team and making it and then later finding out you can't do it kind of bites.

Ok, that's probably it for now. Off to do Arabic while at home.

Shukran Gaziland! Ana buhub intu. Maasalaama!