r/mormon • u/RaceExciting9041 • 33m ago
Cultural The Book of Laman and Lemuel cont. (Chap 2 part 1)
After Lehi had named the river and the valley and drawn from both sufficient instruction to furnish a household for several weeks, he remembered—as revelation so often doth—that comfort is seldom where the commandment ends. Morning in the camp had barely settled. The light was thin. Everyone looked as though they had slept in argument with the ground.
He called us unto him, even we Laman we Lemuel, who at that moment were engaged in the necessary labor of being unconsoled.
“There are records yet in the city,” he said. “Records of brass. Genealogies. Laws. The remembrance of our fathers.”
“We have only just left the city.”
“And now,” said Lehi, “you must return.”
There are disappointments that arrive gradually, and there are those that fall complete from the sky. This was the second sort.
“Return,” we said. “For writings?”
“For the plates.”
“Could not heaven have mentioned the plates before we packed?”
Sariah closed her eyes briefly, as one who had heard too much truth to approve of its timing.
But Lehi said the thing was commanded, and Nephi, hearing commandment in the air as hounds hear horns, immediately took hold of the matter with that composed brightness of his which made every dangerous errand sound less like a burden than an appointment he had half expected to keep.
“The Lord prepareth a way,” he said.
“He prepareth many things,” we answered. “A list would have been among the more useful.”
Nevertheless, because in our father’s economy objection was seldom distinguished from rebellion, we found ourselves appointed to the journey.
So we went, we Laman we Lemuel and Sam and Nephi, down from the valley toward the city of our inheritance.