Reading this makes chills run up my spine. At times evil takes on a life of its
own and men follow, seemingly without knowledge of what they are truly doing.
Their free agency is molded to evil and they are strongly compelled to follow
its demands. This has happened time and again throughout history. During the
time of the Savior the mob was screaming "crucify Him" without really
knowing why. Evil men like Hitler and Stalin were followed blindly and many did
things because they were bound by an invisible, evil power. Millions of
innocent people were murdered during the Holocaust and the Communist reign of
Stalin/Lenin. These murders were carried out by people who, if sanity
prevails, did not know what they were actually doing. This was the case with
Joseph Smith. The mob fed on its own evil desire, hopefully without realizing
that this was murder in the worst way. They carried out the wicked deed led by
the frenzy of the moment. It’s the same today. Evil is real and if we
are not careful, we can be caught in its web and perish there. Even the very
elect can be deceived.
Joseph left Nauvoo for Carthage to turn himself in on a charge of riot. When he
arrived in Carthage he found himself booked on the more severe charge of treason
against Illinois for having declared martial law in Nauvoo. What happened while
he was in custody was a travesty of such inept handling by state officials that
unsubstantiated charges of collusion by state officials persist to this very
I found it very interesting to read the reactions of some of the people who were
alive at the time of the prophet's death. This article revealed the
feelings of those who know Joseph well. It showed me the value of his life, as
we honor the anniversary of his death. I'm glad I read this!
RE: JoeCoug, I am grateful to the Prophet Joseph Smith. The fruits of his
labors:(D.H.C. v 6. P 408,409).“I have more to boast of than ever
any man had. I am the only man that has ever been able to keep a whole church
together since the days of Adam. A large majority of the whole have stood by me.
Neither Paul, John, Peter, nor Jesus ever did it. I boast that no man ever did
such a work as I. The followers of Jesus ran away from Him; but the Latter-day
Saints never ran away from me yet.” Pride before the fall.
I am grateful to the Prophet Joseph Smith. The fruits of his labors are,
indeed, blessing my life, and the lives of multitudes on both sides of the veil.
I have a testimony of the work of God through this imperfect but loving,
striving Saint. God be thanked that he called, foreordained and sustained him.
RE:CA Bob, "the afternoon of the 27th of June,1844."Wilford
Woodruff,“The death of JS I remember what Joseph said, a short time before
he was slain in one of the last sermons I ever heard him preach. Said he,
“Men are here today who are seeking my blood, and they are those who have
held the Priesthood and have received their washings and anointings; men who
have received their endowments.” I saw the faces of those men at that
time, and They had a hand in slaying the Prophet.” (JoD v 4 p 149)Brigham Young comments on it.… when you feel like killing me for
so doing, as some of the people did who called themselves brethren in the days
of Joseph Smith, look out for yourselves, for false Brethren were the cause of
Joseph's death, and I am not a very righteous man.(JoD v 3 49.)
Whether Mormons killed JS or not is unimportant many important Mormons wanted to
by taking an oath to kill him. i.e..Francis M Higbee was at a meeting of
dissenters on April 28, 1844.
They're both in the paradise of God - Emma too.
My 2nd great grandfather, Alexander Wilkins, recorded in his journal about this
day: We moved south of Nauvoo to Green Plains, just two miles from Carthage. On
the afternoon of the 27th of June, 1844, I was standing on a knoll about half a
mile from our home, when all of a sudden I heard the discharge of guns in the
direction of Carthage. Almost instantly a peculiar feeling came over me. I
hastened home and found my mother leaning against the well curb. She was very
pale. I said, "Mother, what's the matter?" She replied that she
had heard the guns and was afraid my father was in danger. Just then a usually
gentle neighbor flew past on horseback yelling, "G... D... you, you've
got no more prophet." My mother at once remarked, "That accounts for all
of it." As soon as Joseph and Hyrum were martyred, the mob seemed to be
seized with a sudden dread, fearing the Mormons would gather at Carthage and
exterminate them, fled from the City and hid themselves. A bright light from
heaven shone on the prophet's face as he lay against the well curb at
Carthage jail ...