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A Vision
of the Resurrection
By Elder Robert M. Elvin
It was on a beautiful Lord’s Day in the fall of 1890,
to the best of my remembrance. It was at the time that the Saints
worshiped in the lower auditorium of the Brick Church at Lamoni.
There was at that time but one door—the east door to that
part of the church; the pulpit was at the north part of the room,
about the center from east to west, and faced the south. At the
close of the morning service, the presiding elder, Asa S. Cochran
[father of Mrs. Elbert A. Smith], came to me, and as we clasped
hands said,”Well! will you try...? He did not finish the
sentence and together we walked out of the building.
There were no regular Sunday trains, but an extra from Grant
City had run in a few minutes before the close of the morning
meeting, and a traveling man, Elder John A. Robinson of Independence,
Missouri, came in on the extra, and reached the church about the
time that Brother Cochran and I came out.
In the evening Brother Cochran came to my home, and with that
ever-pleasant greeting and never-absent smile announced, “Well,
Robert! I have come to finish what I started to say at the church
at noon. I had concluded to ask you to preach for us this evening;
and why I do not know, [I] was restrained from completing the
request. As you are aware, Brother Robinson is here, and I have
asked him to occupy, but he gave me no satisfaction. And if he
will not preach for us, will you try?”
There was no time for any special preparation for the occasion,
and I went to meeting hopeful that the eccentric Brother Robinson
would pull the gospel oar that evening, On entering the meeting-room,
I searched the large audience with an anxious, inquisitive eye,
but there was no Brother Robinson to be seen. At the appointed
time the service was opened in the usual manner. During the singing
of the second hymn, the expected one arrived—but instead
of coming forward to the stand, he immediately upon entering sat
down near the door. The [branch] president did not perceive his
entrance, and as the last notes of the song sweetly faded away,
turned and motioned me to the stand, announcing, “Brother
Elvin will preach for us.”
No topic had suggested itself to me, and my mind seemed an empty
blank. As I entered the stand and opened the Bible, my eye fell
upon these words: “The law of the Lord is perfect, converting
the soul; the testimony of the Lord is sure, making wise the simple.
The statutes of the Lord are right, rejoicing the heart; the commandment
of the Lord is pure, enlightening the eyes. The fear of the Lord
is clean, enduring forever; the judgments of the Lord are true
and righteous altogether” (Psalm 19:7–9).
As I stood and read these beautiful, comforting, and soul-cheering
words, there came into my being peace and light; the Holy Spirit
was richly bestowed, guiding the tongue in telling of the wise
provisions God has made for all his children. With a perfect knowledge
of where I was, and what I was doing, I explained as I received
the following open vision:
The audience, and the south wall of the building faded from
my sight, and there came into view a most beautiful plateau,
stretching away to the east, west, and south for miles upon
miles. As this developed and came out of darkness into mellow
light, there appeared upon the plain thousands upon thousands—and
hundreds of thousands of people, and the Spirit said: “This
is the Resurrection!” And as that mighty host came on
toward the church, I saw many who had passed away, whom I had
known in their lifetime. And to my astonishment I saw many of
the audience who sat before me in that vast throng. Especially
was my attention fixed upon “Father James Whitehead,”
as he was familiarly known to his many friends. This old man
had been a cripple from his infancy, but as he approached with
the resurrected multitude, I saw a man in perfect form and limb—and
although his hair was as white as snow, the wrinkles of old
age had departed and his face had the fresh and youthful appearance
of a child.
As I repeated that which I beheld, the voice of the Spirit
was: “The ills and defects of mortal life are cured and
corrected in the Resurrection.”
At this, the vision passed away and the congregation, (the church)
with all of its appointments, returned to their normal condition.
Brother Whitehead and others were in tears.
In my ecstasy of delight, I could not forebear to cry aloud,
“Hallelujah! Glory to God in the highest!” And to
this day, when I recall that baptism of light, my soul fills with
thanksgiving and gladness to our heavenly Father for His loving
kindness in the Gospel Restored (Autumn Leaves
19:433–35 printed in Vision
19: 3, 30).

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