I have a lot of blog posts in the works that I need to finish writing. I’ve got the idea down with some notes, but time is always the problem. From time to time I just want to post here on my blog a Facebook post that I wrote in the past because it is good to reread. This one was my Facebook post two years ago in 2016.
Recently I listened to a general conference talk by President Hinckley about Joseph Smith. As I listened to it, I felt the familiar sweetness of the Spirit (Holy Ghost) testifying to me that what he was saying was true. It was the truth. I thought about other times when I had felt that feeling; sometimes during general conference, or during church, or while at the temple, or while reading the Book of Mormon. I don’t know how to describe it other than it is a sweetness to my spirit. That isn’t the perfect word or description, but I feel there isn’t a better word. When trying to describe spiritual things within the confines of mortality and our mortal language, I think we are limited. I was reminded of this experience with the talk by President Hinckley and my thoughts about the feeling of the Spirit as I read this post shared by my friend Teresa Kocherhans. I have been blessed to know that Joseph Smith was a prophet of God. I know that he translated the Book of Mormon by the power of God. He saw God the Father and His Son, Jesus Christ. I have a brotherly love for Joseph Smith and I’m so very grateful for him. He is one of my heroes.