1 Nephi 8 This chapter is a must read.
I read an interesting article before writing this.The article is a “must read,” so I will keep my thoughts about it short. And because the article is academic, I will do something more spiritual based.
This chapter, famously portrayed in many paintings, is about the Iron Rod.
And as I partook of the fruit thereof it filled my soul with exceedingly great joy; wherefore, I began to be desirous that my family should partake of it also; for I knew that it was desirable above all other fruit. (1 Nephi 8:12)
The Book of Mormon, along with other Holy Scriptures, has brought me “exceedingly great joy.” Actually, it’s part of the reason why I am doing these blogs. I hope that others read it too in search of Gods glory and joy. I hope a family member reads this and decides to talk about it or give it a shot.
Yet, I also wonder why other missionaries share this with others. Could it be, perhaps, that they too feel their souls being filled with an exeedingly great joy? Why else would a missionary want to share these things with others?
The imagery in this chapter is astounding. There are many things happening at many different times. I wish I could cover more, I really do. But I want people to take the time to read the chapter for themselves.
A familiar hymn of the Latter-day Saints.
The Iron Rod
1. To Nephi, seer of olden time,
A vision came from God,
Wherein the holy word sublime
Was shown an iron rod.
Hold to the rod, the iron rod;
‘Tis strong, and bright, and true.
The iron rod is the word of God;
‘Twill safely guide us through.
2. While on our journey here below,
Beneath temptation’s pow’r,
Through mists of darkness we must go,
In peril ev’ry hour.
3. And when temptation’s pow’r is nigh,
Our pathway clouded o’er,
Upon the rod we can rely,
And heaven’s aid implore.
4. And, hand o’er hand, the rod along,
Through each succeeding day,
With earnest prayer and hopeful song,
We’ll still pursue our way.
5. Afar we see the golden rest
To which the rod will guide,
Where, with the angels bright and blest,
Forever we’ll abide.
Text: Joseph L. Townsend, 1849-1942
Daniel Peterson’s commentary on the chapter.