Imagine if you will

The following is a story from a bunch of thoughts that I have had floating around my mind lately.
It is based on 4 things. The first is the Book of Mormon, the second is a book – “The Tennis Shoes among the Nephietes – The Feathered Serpent” and the third is a LDS movie that I can not remember the name of, but it is centered around a boy and what he goes thought as Christ comes to the Americas. And forth is my own thoughts and testimony.

    It was the third day of the first month of the thirty third years since the sign had been given. I was among the few faithful Nephites that still awaited the saviors coming. We were traveling to the land bountiful with our leader Nephi the son of Nephi. The unfaithful people of Zarahemla had kicked us out of the lands that were rightly ours. Nephi had told us that the Savior would be coming soon and that we must be in Bountiful before he arrives.
    Travel was hard; the ground kept shaking under our feet. The sakes were like none I had ever felt before; some were long like the earth was shaking with pain, while others were short and soft. At one time the shakes where in a rhythm, almost like the earth was being hit with a hammer.
    Just as we arrived in bountiful and started setting up our tents, there came a wall of clouds from the west. I had never seen such a color of clouds; they were so dark that it made my hairs stand up in fear.
    Nephi yelled for every one to set up there tents quickly and get inside.
    We had just got all of the tents set up when suddenly a strong wind hit the walls of the tent. Then it went dark. The darkness was so think we could not make a fire or burn a candle for light. Off in the distance I could see flames as high as the moon shooting in the air from where the land of Zarahemla was located. As the storm beat down on the tent roof, we sat inside holding each other tight for safety and comfort. The wind and rain was so grate that I feared our tent would blow right into the rising river.
    After about three hours the storm stopped, and everything when quiet, all I could hear was the soft cries of lost soles off in the distance.
    A bit of time had passed when I heard a voice. My family had heard it to. The voice said that many of the cities had been destroyed. Even the great Zarahemla had been destroyed by fire.
    After the voice stopped, it was quiet again for many hours. Then slowly I started to hear the cries for lost loved ones killed in the storm.

    After the space of about three days I woke up to the light of twinkling stars in the sky. As the sun rose above the horizon to the east everything was different. Highways where torn up, mountains where in places that there use to be valleys, even the rivers had changed there roughs. As I looked around, the company of Nephites I had been with seamed to be camped on one of the few unchanged places in the land.
    As soon as we checked to make sure everyone was okay, we immediately got to work rebuilding the damaged temple. As we worked on the temple we talked about what had happened. We talked about what we had felt and seen while the storm was upon us. One had seen a great ball of fire shoot from the top of a volcano, while another had seen a massive twister tearing up the ground near the city of Moronihah.
    We also talked about the savior. We had heard he would be coming to visit us, but we didn’t know when. As we where talking about the Savior I heard something. Well it wasn’t really that I heard something, but more that I felt something. I looked around to see if any one else had felt it to. Every one around me had felt the same things.
I felt it again, but this time I also heard something. I was not sure what it was. I did not hear it clearly. I turned my eyes towards the source of the sound. Everyone around me did the same. Then I heard it again. This time I understood. The voice said “Behold, My Beloved son in whom I am well pleased. In whom I have glorified my name. Hear ye him”.
    As I listened to the voice, an angle appeared and descended upon the steps of the temple. I did not know what to do. I did not know what to say. Every one around me started to kneel, so I did the same.
    The Angle spoke unto us saying: “I am Jesus the Christ, whom the prophets testified shall come unto the world. And behold I am the light and the life of the world and I have drunk out of that bitter cup which the father hath given me. And have glorified the father in taking upon me the sins of the world. In the which I have suffered the will of the father.”
    This was the savior. He had come. I knew he would.
  He then said:” Arise and come unto me and feel the prints of the nails in my hands and in my feet and thrust thy hand into my side that you may know that I am he of who the prophets spoke.”
    I arose and got in line to go unto him. I was so excited to meat him.
    As I stood in line to meat him, it hit me, this was the savior of the world. He has lived and died for me. He knew me. He loved me. He has suffered for me. Because of him I can return unto the father some day.
  Suddenly it was my turn to meet this man. But as I approached him my knees fell limp and I fell to my knees at his feet. All I could do was bath his feet with my tears. I could not stand; I could not look into his eyes. He was so perfect, and I was not. As I knelt there I felt his hand against my arm and he helps me stand. I felt as though I was floating. I did not feel my legs under me but I was standing. As I stood there looking into his eyes the fear left me. I loved this man. I knew he loved me. I could see it in his eyes. As I felt the prints in his hands and in his feet, I felt a small understanding of what he had gone through for me.
    As I turned to allow the next person in line to meet the Savior, I made a promise to my self to do my best to keep the saviors love in my life.


I wrote this down a few times, but I have never shared it with any one before.
I can not guarantee that every word is correct in this as far as a realistic account. It is just how I imagine it.
I tried to put thing in there from the Book of Mormon, but it is not all from the Book of Mormon, so do not consider it a true account, but think of it as an idea that you can think about and study about and get your own feeling for. I love the Savior and I know that he has died for me. I know that through the savior’s atonement I can return to my Father in Heaven Some Day.

Now I would like to know what you think. Do you have any thoughts or a different point of view on this story that you would like to share. If you could of lived in this time, how would you of felt? What would you of done?