Noticing that the angels had given
him a gift when they'd come to him in
vision, on his teeth were golden
hieroglyphics, markings visible only to the
eyes of God's servants. Bowing in honor of
this grace he had received, I said, "I must go
now," disintegrating into only a light, I
disappeared.
Soaring gracefully to an angelic
realm, I was directed to put on my angel
wings. Upon attaching them, my robes
turned into a magnificent white-gold. Flying
to my destination, two young Mormon
missionaries who truly loved God and were
seeking with all of their soul had failed to
find all the answers they needed. "Your path
provides you with only a fraction of the
truth," I said to them, "there is more to know
about the Lord." Confused and hesitant at
first, they both reached to touch my wings.
As they touched them, they immediately
knew that I was a servant of the Father.
Sitting down to teach them, these souls were
young and childlike, and in their in their
innocence, they sought true knowledge, and
were willing to learn even if it contradicted
the doctrine they had previously been
taught.
brent
(Brent)
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