is there a place for heavenly mother in mormon theology?
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S U N S T O N E<br />
AN OLIVE LEAF<br />
GOD MUST BE HIS<br />
OWN INTERPRETER<br />
By B. H. Roberts<br />
When President Wil<strong>for</strong>d Woodruff <strong>is</strong>sued<br />
the Manifesto <strong>in</strong> September 1890, B. H.<br />
Roberts was stranded on a tra<strong>in</strong> <strong>in</strong> central<br />
Utah, wait<strong>in</strong>g <strong>for</strong> tracks ahead to be repaired.<br />
Newspapers proclaim<strong>in</strong>g Woodruff’s declaration<br />
made their way to the passengers, provok<strong>in</strong>g<br />
mixed, but strong, reactions. Roberts<br />
recorded h<strong>is</strong> feel<strong>in</strong>gs and struggles two-anda-half<br />
years later <strong>in</strong> h<strong>is</strong> journal, repr<strong>in</strong>ted <strong>in</strong><br />
the just-released volume, H<strong>is</strong>torian’s<br />
Apprentice: The Diaries of B. H. Roberts,<br />
1880–1898, edited by John Sillito (Signature<br />
Books). Despite Roberts’s sacrifices <strong>for</strong><br />
polygamy (he was impr<strong>is</strong>oned <strong>for</strong> the practice),<br />
he learned to see “the flashes of light”<br />
through the blackness. (SUNSTONE has corrected<br />
spell<strong>in</strong>g and punctuation <strong>in</strong> order to make the follow<strong>in</strong>g excerpt<br />
[from pages 225–27] as readable as possible.)<br />
IWAS LINGERING ABOUT ON THE OUTSIDE TALKING<br />
with the [tra<strong>in</strong>] passengers, found the Salt Lake papers<br />
conta<strong>in</strong><strong>in</strong>g Pres. Woodruff’s Manifesto. As soon as I entered<br />
the car, [Apostle John W. Taylor] called to me and<br />
showed me the papers conta<strong>in</strong><strong>in</strong>g the document, the head<br />
l<strong>in</strong>es of which I read with aston<strong>is</strong>hment. But no sooner had I<br />
read them, than like a flash of light all through my soul the<br />
Spirit said—“That <strong>is</strong> all right,” so it passed. Then I began to reflect<br />
upon the matter. I thought of all the Sa<strong>in</strong>ts who had suffered<br />
to susta<strong>in</strong> that doctr<strong>in</strong>e; I remembered my own exile, my<br />
own impr<strong>is</strong>onment; I thought of that of others. I remembered<br />
what sacrifices my wives had made <strong>for</strong> it; what others had<br />
made <strong>for</strong> it. We had preached it, susta<strong>in</strong>ed its div<strong>in</strong>ity from the<br />
pulpit, <strong>in</strong> the press, from the lecture plat<strong>for</strong>m. Our community<br />
had endured every k<strong>in</strong>d of reproach from the world <strong>for</strong> the<br />
sake of it—and was th<strong>is</strong> to be the end? I had learned to expect<br />
that God would susta<strong>in</strong> both that pr<strong>in</strong>ciple and h<strong>is</strong> Sa<strong>in</strong>ts who<br />
carried it out, and to lay down like th<strong>is</strong> was a k<strong>in</strong>d of cowardly<br />
proceed<strong>in</strong>g, so that the more I thought of it, the less I liked it.<br />
I thought of Mart<strong>in</strong> Luther, of Ulrich Zw<strong>in</strong>gli, of Philipp<br />
Melancthon and hosts of other men who only hav<strong>in</strong>g fragments<br />
of the truth r<strong>is</strong>ked all their <strong>for</strong>tune and their lives <strong>in</strong><br />
support of them and won the admiration and respect of all the<br />
world; while we hav<strong>in</strong>g a fulness of the truth must needs fly<br />
from it like a skitt<strong>is</strong>h jade at a w<strong>in</strong>dmill because, <strong>for</strong>sooth, we<br />
are threatened with impr<strong>is</strong>onment, d<strong>is</strong>franch<strong>is</strong>ement,<br />
and the conf<strong>is</strong>cation of<br />
our property. Such <strong>is</strong> a specimen of the<br />
reflection which passed thro[ugh] my<br />
m<strong>in</strong>d. . . .<br />
Well, as I was say<strong>in</strong>g, th<strong>is</strong> matter cont<strong>in</strong>ued<br />
to be a trial to me through the year<br />
1891, and plagued me much, but I said<br />
but little about it; and by and by I began<br />
to remember the flash of light that first<br />
came to me when first I heard of it, and at<br />
last my feel<strong>in</strong>gs became reconciled to it.<br />
Perhaps I had transgressed <strong>in</strong> push<strong>in</strong>g<br />
from me the first testimony I received <strong>in</strong><br />
relation to it, and allow<strong>in</strong>g my own prejudices,<br />
and my own shortsighted, human<br />
reason to stand aga<strong>in</strong>st the <strong>in</strong>spiration of God and the testimony<br />
it bore that the manifesto was alright. When th<strong>is</strong> fact<br />
began to dawn on my m<strong>in</strong>d, I repented of my wrong and<br />
courted most earnestly the spirit of God <strong>for</strong> a testimony and<br />
gradually it came. I did not understand the purposes <strong>for</strong> which<br />
the Manifesto was <strong>is</strong>sued . . . but sure I am that it <strong>is</strong> all right;<br />
that God has a purpose <strong>in</strong> it I feel assured, and <strong>in</strong> due time it<br />
will be manifest. The pr<strong>in</strong>ciple of plurality of wives <strong>is</strong> true, I<br />
know, and <strong>in</strong> connection with all other truth will eventually<br />
prevail and be establ<strong>is</strong>hed on the earth; but I do not pretend to<br />
say what God’s purpose <strong>is</strong> or what <strong>is</strong> to be accompl<strong>is</strong>hed by it.<br />
It <strong>is</strong> a matter <strong>in</strong> which I trust the div<strong>in</strong>e w<strong>is</strong>dom implicit. God<br />
must be h<strong>is</strong> own <strong>in</strong>terpreter and <strong>in</strong> time will make it pla<strong>in</strong>.<br />
THIS YEAR, FOR some unaccountable reason, has been<br />
a year of deep sorrow to me, and peculiar temptations.<br />
The flashes of light—<strong>heavenly</strong> light—have been startl<strong>in</strong>gly<br />
bright, made to appear so to me, perhaps, by the thick<br />
blackness that was ga<strong>there</strong>d about my horizon. But if my sorrows<br />
have been many, my joys have been correspond<strong>in</strong>gly<br />
keen, and <strong>there</strong> have been bright moments of joy and ecstasy<br />
such as few mortals encompass; and if these bright drops of<br />
joy cannot be possessed only by dr<strong>in</strong>k<strong>in</strong>g the draughts of ill<br />
between—then fill sorrow’s cup to the brim and I’ll dra<strong>in</strong> it<br />
dry even to the dregs and never murmur. Give me the gleams<br />
of sunsh<strong>in</strong>e amid these renew<strong>in</strong>g storms and I will stand uncovered<br />
to receive the latter <strong>in</strong> all their fury without a word of<br />
protestation.<br />
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