CHAPTER 41
Nephi
and Hasai completed their move to the land Bountiful in the thirty and second
year.
At
the end of the thirty and third year, the people began to look for the sign
that had been prophesied by Samuel. A
time of darkness for the space of three days would signal Christ’s death.
But,
notwithstanding other prophecies coming true, including the one Samuel had
given for the time of Christ’s birth, many doubted. The people disputed among themselves whether
or not the sign of death would come.
Some argued that it was already passed the time given for the
fulfillment of this prophecy. The
arguments created many contentions among the people.
In
the first month of the thirty and fourth year, and the third day of the month, Nephi
prayed to the Lord to know if the time had come for the sign to appear.
He
stayed at home to pray with Hasai in their new hut in the land Bountiful instead
of going out to preach or to teach on this day.
Nephi wished to have a day by himself to meditate and to pray. So, when a stranger appeared at the doorway
to their hut, he was annoyed.
“Go
and see who this stranger is and what he wants,” Nephi instructed Hasai. “Then, see if you can’t send him on his way.”
Hasai
met the stranger at the doorway.
“Oh,
I can see why Nephi married you,” said the stranger. “You remind me a lot of his mother. She was such a lovely woman. Did you know that you resemble her?”
“So
I’ve been told,” Hasai answered. “I
never had the chance to meet her myself.
I wish I had. May I ask who you
are? What can I do for you?”
“I
am Heli'·ves. I need to see Nephi, your husband. It’s extremely urgent.”
Nephi jumped to his feet when he heard the stranger
announce who he was. What is Heli'·ves doing here? What does he want?
Nephi moved beside Hasai and stared closely at the
stranger in the doorway. He could hardly
recognize him. But, to his great surprise, it was indeed Heli'·ves
who was standing in his doorway.
Heli'·ves looked tired and weak. He did not resemble at all the proud and
haughty man that Nephi remembered seeing last.
The last time he had seen Heli'·ves was shortly before Timothy’s
death. This was definitely not the same
person, even though it was the same person.
Nephi detected a faint glimmer of hope in the eyes of
Heli'·ves. But the hope was hidden by a cloud
of desperation. Several moments passed
before anyone said another word.
“Hello,
Nephi,” said Heli'·ves, breaking the
awkward silence. “Please excuse my
intrusion to your hut. You must shocked
to see me here, but …but would you mind if I could talk to you? I’d be grateful if you’d just … well, please
give me a chance to explain.”
Nephi simply continued to stare open mouthed at the
presence of his former friend, now turned enemy, a non-believer, a member of
the band of Gadianton; the person who had led, or at least consented to his
brother’s stoning.
Hasai was more courteous and polite. “Please join us inside,” she invited. “I’m sure you and Nephi have some important
matters to discuss.”
Hasai helped Heli'·ves and Nephi seat themselves in the
center of the room, then she removed herself to a corner of the hut to be out
of the way.
“Thank you, Nephi, for allowing me to sit with you in
your hut.” Heli'·ves shook with emotion,
but he did not hold back his words.
“Because of what I‘ve done in the past, you might have me arrested and
tried. I wouldn’t blame you if you
did. You might want to tear me to
pieces. So be it. But I beg of you to hear me out; accept my
confession.
“Oh, this is hard.
But…but will you please forgive me!”
Nephi remained silent.
He nodded, however, to indicate to Heli'·ves that he was listening. Recognizing that he at least had Nephi’s ear,
if not his forgiveness, he continued to tell his story. He didn’t want to stop until he could get it
all out.
“Oh, I’m so sorry for my horrible sins! I always knew better. Especially since I was brought up in
Zarahemla along with you, right at the feet of your father. I was taught by you and by your father to do
according to the law. I should have
remained more zealous toward God, as you have done all your life. I should have listened to you. I could have followed your example. But I did not! I let the sophistry and the cares of the
world influence me. And in time, I was
lost.
“Not only did I go astray myself, but I began to persecute
others and caused them to fall. I bound
and delivered believers into prisons, both men and women. Once imprisoned, I beat them. And as you already know, when your brother’s
blood was shed, I also was standing by.
I consented to his death by keeping the raiment of them that slew him.
“I witnessed Timothy’s death, Nephi. I knew he was dead! So when Timothy was seen alive again after
that, I was troubled. I asked myself,
could it be true that you had power to raise him from the dead?
“Jacob and my other friends told me that you and Timothy
must have staged the event. It was
merely a trick so people would believe your religion. But I knew better. Timothy was dead! And there could be no denying that he was
alive again.”
Heli'·ves stopped his narration. He had lost control of his emotions and
needed a moment or two before he could speak again. Nephi waited patiently until Heli'·ves could
again find his voice. With tears now openly
streaming down his face, Heli'·ves confessed more.
“Later, I came to myself. And I was struck with such great fear and
amazement that I should be destroyed because of my guilt. I fell to the earth. I was racked with eternal torment, for my
soul was harrowed up to the greatest degree and racked with all my sins. Yea, I did remember all my sins and
iniquities. I was tormented with the
pains of hell. Yea, I saw that I had
rebelled against my God, and that I had not kept His holy commandments.
“For almost three years was I racked, even with the
pains of a damned soul. Then, as I was
racked with torment, while I was harrowed up by the memory of my many sins,
behold, I decided to go to Damas. There
I could hurl myself off the highest cliff.
Yea, in fine, so great was my torment, that the thought of no longer living
became appealing. But, at the same time,
the very thought of coming into the presence of God racked my soul with
inexpressible horror. Oh, thought I,
that I could be banished entirely. That
I could become extinct in both body and soul.
That I might be dead, and that I not be brought to stand in the presence
of my God, to be condemned for my deeds.
“While I stood near the uppermost edge of the highest
cliff in Damas, behold, I remembered to have heard your father prophesy unto
the people concerning the coming of Jesus Christ, the Son of God, to atone for
the sins of the world.
“Now, as my mind caught hold upon this thought, I cried
within my heart: O Jesus, thou Son of God, have mercy on me, who am in the gall
of bitterness, and am encircled about by the everlasting chains of hell.
“Suddenly there shone from heaven a great light around
about me. And I heard a voice saying
unto me, Heli'·ves, Heli'·ves, why persecutest thou the believers? And I answered, Who art thou, Lord? And the man’s voice said unto me, I am Nephi
who testified unto you of Jesus who would be born in the land of Jerusalem.”
When Heli'·ves said this, Nephi bolted from the floor
where he was sitting. Had he heard
correctly? Had Heli'·ves really heard
his father’s voice? Why? Why
would his father’s spirit speak to Heli'·ves?
Heli'·ves was either too focused on trying to finish his
story to notice Nephi’s reaction to his last statement, or else he did notice and
chose to ignore it. Either way,
Heli'·ves hurried to finish his story.
“And I said, What shall I do, Nephi? And your father’s voice said unto me, Arise,
and go to my son, Nephi, in the land Bountiful.
There he shall tell thee of all things which are appointed for thee to
do.
“And so I come to see you, Nephi. This is now the third day since I stood on
the cliff ready to jump. I need to
know. What am I supposed to do now? I’ll do whatever you say. No matter how hard or how difficult.”
Nephi stared at Heli'·ves in silence. He didn’t know how to respond to his former friend’s,
and current enemy’s story. And he
certainly didn’t know what to tell him to do.
Heli'·ves sat quietly sobbing and had nothing more to
add.
Thoughts raced through Nephi’s head, yet his mind was
blank. What was he supposed to say? Especially since his father’s voice seemed to
expect him to know what to say. What
should he tell Heli'·ves to do? How
would he know? Nephi hadn’t even heard
that Heli'·ves was troubled by his sins and suicidal until just now. What did his father want him to tell
Heli'·ves?
Then it came to Nephi.
It came while he thought about his father. Like the feeling of pure intelligence flowing
into him, Nephi felt a sudden stroke of inspiration. Noting the inspiration, he knew that it was
right. Nephi knew that Heli'·ves lived
after nearly killing himself because of hope in Jesus who can atone for
sins. He knew that his father, though
dead, would live again because of the Savior.
And he knew that although wicked men would crucify and kill the Lord, Jesus
also would live again. In fact, all live
because of the power of the atonement and the resurrection.
Nephi stood up.
Heli'·ves also arose. Putting his
arms around Heli'·ves, Nephi gave him a hug of acceptance. Nephi looked Heli'·ves in the eyes and said,
“Brother Heli'·ves, receive this blessing.
You shall no longer be known as Heli'·ves.
“He'·Lives is now your name. The God of our fathers has chosen you, and
you shall know His will and shall witness unto all men what you have seen and
heard. By saying your name, He'·Lives,
all men shall know the truth that you have learned yourself.
“In time, you shall become a great instrument in the
hands of the Lord. You will be a
missionary and a leader for righteousness, even from the land Nephi in the south
to the land Romo in the north. Your
testimony will inspire men for years to come.
“Come with me now, He'·Lives. I see that you must be hungry. Let us give you some of our meat. I see that you must be thirsty. Let us give you something to drink. I see that you feel like a stranger coming
here. Come, let us take you in.”
Hasai arose and offered He'·Lives food and drink which
he gratefully accepted. He said he had
not eaten much but a few bitter herbs recently.
He'·Lives was invited to stay the rest of that day with
Nephi and Hasai. He'·Lives said that
wouldn’t be necessary, he didn’t intend to stay very long, but Hasai
insisted.
They shared an evening meal of fish, yams, and fruit
together. Nephi blessed their meal,
including the bread and the water of which they gratefully partook. Nephi didn’t say much during the meal because
he found himself edgy, and anxious. He marveled
at the sudden change in He'·Lives.
When the night came, they erected an extra hammock for
He'·Lives to sleep in.
Before retiring, Hasai pulled her husband aside and
confronted him. “You hardly said a word
this evening, to me or to He'·Lives. I
know you. You’re jealous again, aren’t
you? Admit it.”
“Jealous? What
are you talking about?” Nephi knew
exactly what she was talking about.
“He'·Lives heard the voice of your father, and you
didn’t.” Hasai’s accusation was right on
target. “You pray about it tonight. I think you’ll see I’m right. I’ll pray too. I know the Lord will answer our prayers.”
“So do I,” was all that Nephi managed to mutter.
Nephi lay awake in his hammock that night for a long
time and could not fall asleep. He
prayed silently in his mind.
He prayed that He'·Lives would be blessed because of his
sincere repentance and rediscovered faith in Christ. He thanked God for the inspiration he
received at the moment he needed it to bless He'·Lives.
Nephi prayed about the sign to be given at Christ’s
death. When would it come? The prophecy given by Samuel, the Lamanite,
regarding the birth of Christ had come true.
The night without darkness was unmistakable evidence. Would the three days without light be as
obvious? Would the people then believe?
Nephi prayed for himself. He'·Lives had heard the voice of his
father. His father had said he might be
a personal witness for Heli'·ves upon his return from the land of Jerusalem. And it turned out he was! He'·Lives was a new man, with a new name.
So why do feelings of jealousy and resentment fill my
heart? Timothy is a righteous person, my
brother, our father’s son. I can
understand that Timothy would see father in the world of spirits. But He'·Lives? He is not even related to us. And father spoke to him as Heli'·ves, while
he remained in his wickedness.
Why couldn’t father be allowed to speak to me, his own
son? Aren’t I good enough? Was the only purpose of father’s last mission
to say to He'·Lives that He lives? Why
couldn’t father deliver that same witness to me as well? I could add father’s personal testimony to
the records that he entrusted with me.
What would father tell me about his last mission, if he
could? Father told Timothy in the world
of spirits that it ended well. But what
does that mean? Does that mean he wasn’t
taken prisoner in the land northward when Moriancom escaped? Does it mean he made it to Jerusalem after
all? How long did it take? Did he really see the Son of God in the
flesh? How was he able to find Him? What happened to father after that? Did he ever try to make it back to Zarahemla?
Nephi fell asleep at some point pondering question after
question. There wasn’t a precise moment
of transition from conscious thought to unconscious dreams.
He awoke suddenly to the crash of exceedingly sharp
lightnings and terrible thunder! Such a
great and terrible tempest had never been known in all the land! He and Hasai rose from their hammocks and
huddled together in the doorway of their hut.
The whole earth shook as if it was about to divide
asunder. The loud cracking of the sharp
lightning and the terrible thundering never ceased. The sounds of a great and terrible
destruction all around Nephi caused him to marvel exceedingly.
He'·Lives also rose from his hammock. He knelt down beside Nephi and Hasai and cried
out, “What’s happening!? This is frightening! Am I doomed for destruction after all!?”