Tomorrow is April 7, and, well, it is kind of a special day for me. You see, on April 7, 1829, Oliver Cowdery began to work as a scribe for Joseph Smith as he translated The Book of Mormon.
Of this period of time, Oliver Cowdery wrote: "These were days never to be forgotten--to sit under the sound of a voice dictated by the inspiration of heaven, awakened the utmost gratitude of this bosom!...What joy! what wonder! what amazement! While the world was racked and distracted--while millions were groping as the blind for the wall, and while all men were resting upon uncertainty, as a general mass, our eyes beheld, our ears heard, as in the 'blaze of day'; yes, more--above the glitter of the May sunbeam, which then shed its brilliancy over the face of nature!...
"I shall not attempt to paint to you the feelings of this heart, nor the majestic beauty and glory which surrounded us on this occasion...I shall ever look upon this expression of the Savior's goodness with wonder and thanksgiving while I am permitted to tarry; and in those mansions where perfection dwells and sin never comes, I hope to adore in that day which shall never cease." --Messenger and Avocate, vol. 1, pp. 14-16
How wondrous and awesome and amazing would it be to transcribe for Joseph Smith as he translated the Book of Mormon--as truths were revealed that changed the world, the perception of God, and the entire mass of organized religion!
But why do I remember such obscure dates and details? Well, April 7 is my birthday...
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