I think I always say this but the last of the Book of Mormon is my favorite. I love reading the stories of the faith that the Jaredites had.
As I was reading this week, several thoughts occurred to me. The first was when the languages of the people were being all mixed up at the tower of Babel. The faith that the Jaredites and the Brother of Jared had to ask the Lord not to confound their language so that they could communicate with one another as brothers and sisters in the gospel is awesome. I would have been so scared watching the chaos around me and so because they had faith that the Lord would do what they asked, he did just that.
My next thought came to me as I was reading about the faith of the Brother of Jared as he went to talk to the Lord. Both times as he talked to the Lord about this great journey his people were about to embark upon, not once did he ask how long it was going to take them to get to their new land. I thought about that and how I would have felt. The first thing I would have said as one of the Jaredites would have been, "Sure I will go on this journey, but how long is it going to take? I want to know how long I'm going to have to be cooped up in a ship floating in the water." They must have had great faith as a people to be able to go on this journey, not knowing when they would get to this beautiful promised land.
Lastly, as I imagined what it must have been like to be the Brother of Jared and going to the Lord with what must have seemed like an outlandish idea to make rocks glow. He knew that all things are possible through faith. What an incredible testimony of that in the scriptures.
