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\u00a0I was looking for something in my e-mail archive and found this long forgotten e-mail from Grant who had written down the following conversation with five year old Sam… <\/i><\/div>\n
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October 9, 2006 (Monday Evening)<\/h2>\n<\/div>\n
I began playing a song on the piano, improvising like I often do, and Sam walked into the room.\u00a0 When Sam entered, I began adding words to the song that I thought he might like: \u00a0 <\/span><\/div>\n
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“I remember when Sammy was born, a beautiful boy.\u00a0 I remember rocking him to sleep, and singing to him, and reading to him. \u00a0 I remember walking him in the stroller.\u00a0 I remember teaching him the commandments, and learning about Jesus with Sammy my boy\u2026”<\/i> (words to this effect; the music was a simple progression of chords repeated a few times). \u00a0 <\/span><\/div>\n
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To my surprise, Sam began to cry.\u00a0 He walked over and sat next to me on the piano bench. \u00a0 Embarrassed that he was crying, he buried his face in my shoulder and put his arms around my neck and kept crying.\u00a0 I kept playing.\u00a0 I thought maybe he was feeling guilty for something, or that maybe he didn’t want to go to bed. \u00a0 Then I stopped playing and asked him about it.\u00a0 I was stunned by his response:\u00a0 “It’s just that\u2026 I feeled the spirit so much.” \u00a0 He further explained that it made him “warm” and “that’s why I’m crying.”\u00a0 <\/span><\/div>\n
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But he was just getting started.\u00a0 <\/span><\/div>\n
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For the next hour-and-a-half, he spoke to me of the Gospel:\u00a0 Jesus, the Spirit, the Holy Ghost, Moses, sins, repentance, obedience, testimony\u2026 he even took out a piece of paper and began writing his testimony: “i love Gesus i fel the sperit” \u00a0 \u2026 all this with no prompting from me other than an occasional “really?” “that’s amazing” etc.\u00a0 Then he got on his knees and said a prayer. \u00a0 I sat entranced.\u00a0 I hoped that Candice might overhear and come in, but I didn’t dare move and I couldn’t call out to her for fear that I would interrupt this astounding vision. \u00a0 I could not help but think what it must have been like to have been one of the elderly and learned who sat in the temple every bit as stunned by words that seemed unearthly coming from the lips of a child. <\/span><\/div>\n
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I kept wishing that I had a video camera, a tape recorder\u2026 a piece of paper, a pencil\u2026 something\u2026 anything to record this \u2013 but I didn’t want to interrupt the spirit that had overcome him. \u00a0 So I sat motionless in his room.\u00a0 He had led me from the piano to his room so that “nobody else could hear.”\u00a0\u00a0 Finally, after about 45 minutes of his ceaseless testimony\u2026 he began leaving the room for brief periods of time to report to Mom what he was feeling.\u00a0 At one point I followed him, and Candice (also very surprised by the depth and passion of the discourse) recommended that I please record some of this. \u00a0 <\/span><\/div>\n
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So I came into my room, sat on the bed, opened the laptop computer, and began to record what I remembered.\u00a0 Within minutes, Sam came in, sat on the bed next to us, and proceeded to repeat some of what he had said earlier.\u00a0 He needed no prompting.\u00a0\u00a0He was in the same interminable talking mode that we captured on video when he was a toddler preaching a spirited sermon of jibber-jabber.\u00a0 Just as then, he had something of urgent importance to say and it mattered very little who was listening at that point. \u00a0 <\/span><\/div>\n
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He talked – I typed:\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span><\/div>\n
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“When Dad sang that song, you know, he kind of\u2026 see I’ll tell you how I feeled.\u00a0 I thinked back when I was little.\u00a0 And when I thinked back when I was little, I really felt where I was, who I was. \u00a0 You see, sometimes I know that there are sins coming.\u00a0 Let’s say that this is the forceshield and little sins come into this hole, and pretty soon the sins destroy the forceshield. \u00a0\u00a0 Sins are like little people \u2013 they lock your repenting and goodness\u2026 and when the goodness goes away, the forceshield comes undone, and all these sins can get into your body.” \u00a0 <\/span><\/div>\n
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“I feeled the Gospel.\u00a0 It was like the one time when I was looking at the picture of my family and I felt the Gospel. \u00a0 You know who I was looking at?\u00a0 My sister.\u00a0 And some things that you do nice for your parents take away your sins.” <\/span><\/div>\n
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“When you feel the Spirit you feel like you want to do nice stuff.\u00a0 When you do mean stuff it takes away your life, and your life dies, but if you repent you can obey what the Lord says. \u00a0 And what the Lord says (he has more armies than the bad guys do) \u2013 and the more people that repent\u2026 you know like Samuel the Lamanite, who made some of the people repent, so their sins went away, so their life could be better. \u00a0 Repenting is like a big forceshield, when the sins come, they knock into the forceshield.\u00a0 The forceshield is like fire. \u00a0 The fire could go close to the sin, and the sin dies.\u00a0 The sins power lesses.\u00a0 But Satan, he keeps trying to send big sins. \u00a0 And the more sins there are the less the repent gets.\u00a0 But if they be good, really, really good, they can repent more.\u00a0 If they just be bad, their life will be doomed. \u00a0 If their life is alive, their life can stay alive, but if their life just gets less\u2026 like these, say your veins broke and the Spirit comes\u2026 Sometimes your spirit can break, and when the light breaks the sins can go in, and the sins can get into you, but when you repent, the forceshield comes back around you\u2026 and it’s like a big trap for the sins and they die. \u00a0 When the people obey, they can have a better life what they say.\u00a0 And what they say, the people understand them \u2013 like Moses when he went up into the way tall mountain, and he saw His hand making the commandments, and Moses said “OK I’ll go down and show the people” and when he got down there, he saw that the people were making a golden cow, and he was sad, so he teached the people not to make golden cows and statues, so they broke the cow\u2026 so then their sins weren’t there any more. \u00a0 Like sometimes when you make a lie, the thing is stuck to it.\u00a0 But when you’re good, the sin comes off.\u00a0 I like talking about the Gospel.”<\/span><\/div>\n
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At which point, he kissed us goodnight and went to bed!<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

\u00a0I was looking for something in my e-mail archive and found this long forgotten e-mail from Grant who had written down the following conversation with five year old Sam… October 9, 2006 (Monday Evening) I began playing a song on the piano, improvising like I often do, and Sam walked into the room.\u00a0 When Sam…<\/p>\n

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