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And come and stand before me in this house, which is called by my name, and say, We are delivered to do all these abominations?
11
Is this house, which is called by my name, become a den of robbers in your eyes? Behold, even I have seen it, saith the Lord.
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Therefore will I do unto this house, which is called by my name, wherein ye trust, and unto the place which I gave to you and to your fathers, as I have done to Shiloh.
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For the children of Judah have done evil in my sight, saith the Lord: they have set their abominations in the house which is called by my name, to pollute it.
17
It no sooner appeared than I found myself delivered from the enemy which
held me bound. When the light rested upon me I saw two Personages,
whose brightness and glory defy all description, standing above me in
the air. One of them spake unto me, calling me by name and said, pointing to the other—This is My Beloved Son. Hear Him!
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He called me by name, and said unto me that he was a messenger sent from the presence of God to me, and that his name was Moroni; that God had a work for me to do; and that my name
should be had for good and evil among all nations, kindreds, and
tongues, or that it should be both good and evil spoken of among all
people.
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The first thing that I can recollect was a voice speaking unto me, calling me by name. I looked up, and beheld the same messenger standing over my head, surrounded by
light as before. He then again related unto me all that he had related
to me the previous night, and commanded me to go to my father and tell
him of the vision and commandments which I had received.
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In the year 1823 my father’s family met with a great affliction by the death of my eldest brother, Alvin. In the month of October, 1825, I hired with an old gentleman by the name of Josiah Stoal, who lived in Chenango county, State of New York. He had heard something of a silver mine having been opened by
the Spaniards in Harmony, Susquehanna county, State of Pennsylvania;
and had, previous to my hiring to him, been digging, in order, if
possible, to discover the mine. After I went to live with him, he took
me, with the rest of his hands, to dig for the silver mine, at which I
continued to work for nearly a month, without success in our
undertaking, and finally I prevailed with the old gentleman to cease
digging after it. Hence arose the very prevalent story of my having
been a money-digger.
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The excitement, however, still continued, and rumor with her thousand
tongues was all the time employed in circulating falsehoods about my
father’s family, and about myself. If I were to relate a thousandth
part of them, it would fill up volumes. The persecution, however,
became so intolerable that I was under the necessity of leaving
Manchester, and going with my wife to Susquehanna county, in the State
of Pennsylvania. While preparing to start—being very poor, and the
persecution so heavy upon us that there was no probability that we would
ever be otherwise—in the midst of our afflictions we found a friend in a
gentleman by the name
of Martin Harris, who came to us and gave me fifty dollars to assist us
on our journey. Mr. Harris was a resident of Palmyra township, Wayne
county, in the State of New York, and a farmer of respectability.
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