The Mortal Test
By Virginia Buffett
A spirit I was, a mortal to be
The Father came and spoke to me.
“You’ve kept, my child, your first estate
And now it is time to delegate
A mother to give you mortal birth
A body and a place on Earth.
I know you’d like your mother, ‘kind’
But I have something else in mind.
You see, my child, it’s easy to be
In a holy family that pleases me.
What’s NOT so easy and takes more grit
Is to be placed with parents who are unfit.
A childhood filled with fear and unrest
You must endure and pass the test.
As you struggle through confusion and pain
Your effort to find me again will not be in vain.
I love you and I’ll guide you back
If you will withstand Satan’s attack.
Your progression greatly will be multiplied
And I’ll be there waiting on the other side
With rewards beyond your wildest dream
Because you took the path extreme.
The Earth will be your proving ground
But Heaven is where you will be crowned
You will receive rewards so sweet,
Just toss them all at Jesus’ feet.
It will then be time to receive your Heavenly mother’s embrace
And also time to look at your Heavenly father’s face.
I know you can do this, I have no doubt
Because you’re a spirit divine and devout.
I’ve planned this life and task to do
Because I have great confidence in you!
1 Corinthians 10:13 –
13) There hath no temptation taken you but such as is common to man: but God is faithful, who will not suffer you to be tempted above that ye are able; but will with the temptation also make a way to escape, that ye may be able to bear it.
I know G-d wont give me anything that I can’t handle, I just wish He didn’t trust me so much!
I was inspired to write this poem during our Stake Conference in November 2004. I was not raised in the L.D.S. church (The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, also known as the Mormons), in fact, I am a new covert. I was baptized June 26, 2004.
My childhood was not pretty. I was raised in several ‘homes’ and foster homes. I had a father, step fathers, foster fathers and various “in-between” boyfriends of my mother in my life as well as the various foster mothers and step mothers. My mother was married four times and my father was married five times. Both of my biological parents were alcoholics (in fact, they met at an AA meeting) as were all of my mother’s subsequent husbands and boyfriends. I have four older brothers. Only one of these brothers has the same mother AND father as I. I also have a half-sister and one full sister, not to mention the many step-siblings, foster siblings, or the five siblings that died. I was abused physically, mentally, emotionally, and sexually.
Through all the chaos and confusion, there was one consistent thing in my life. That was the AV 1611 King James versions of the Holy Bible.
My father (believe it or not) was a Southern Baptist preacher! He would preach about the love of Christ and the peace which passeth all understanding, but my father never knew peace, nor did he have a clue about the meaning of the word, ‘ love’.
As my siblings all turned to drugs, alcohol, sex or insanity as an escape from the torment of our lives, I turned to the Bible. I started memorizing it at an early age. By the time I was 16 years old, I was carrying my Bible with me to school every day and quoting whole chapters. When I was 26 years old, I quoted the first 14 chapters of Matthew in front of 2000 people as well as TV cameras. It was broadcast on a show called, “The Parade of Miracles” out of The People’s Baptist Church in Corpus Christi, Texas.
I didn’t know Christ or his love, but I WANTED to know Him! I LONGED to know Him. As I poured over my scriptures, I found reference to Christ in every chapter that I could from both the old and the new Testaments. I wrote poems, read books, MANY books; about Christ, about New Testament times and Old Testament times. I read Josephus, Tacitus, Appian, Plutarch, Suetonius, Livy, Cassius Duo, John Fox, Moody, Spurgen, Chuck Swindoll, J. Vernon McGee, Dr. Dobson and others – MANY others!
As I matured into adulthood, I started church hopping, checking out many churches and religions, each one claiming to have the ONLY truth. Each one claimed that they were the true church; but with each new church, I came away feeling empty.
Finally, after my marriage failed and I started raising my two children alone, I decided to give up on church altogether. Although I could quote scripture better than most preachers that I knew, I still lacked an understanding of WHO Christ was. I knew ABOUT Him, but I didn’t KNOW Him. My problem was 18 inches long. There are 18 inches between your head and your heart. I had Christ’s Word in my head, but it had not reached my heart.
If I missed Heaven, it was going to be by 18 inches!
Then, one night I happened to see a commercial for a free Book of Mormon, another testament of Jesus Christ. Wow! It never occurred to me that the Book of Mormon was a ‘Testament’ of Jesus Christ! I had always been taught that the Mormons were not Christians, that they worshiped some guy named Mormon!
I had an Old Testament and the New Testament, what was this? A THIRD Testament? Maybe this was the missing piece? Besides, I NEVER give up an opportunity for a free book! I grabbed my phone and dialed the number. When the person on the other end asked me if I would like someone to visit me as well as receive my free copy of the Book of Mormon, I said, ” Sure, why not?”
I had my first visit in February, 2004. G-d bless those missionaries! I sure gave them a run for their money! I knew we were in the last days of Earth and the Bible says, ” Yea, let G-d be true, but every man a liar.” (Romans 3:4). I did NOT trust them! I knew many false prophets would arise in the last days. I knew also, that many a Christian would fall away in the last days and I had given up on church by this time.
I still loved my scriptures, but I hated phony Christians.
No, I didn’t trust these Mormons, but I gave them my word that I would not make any decisions until I had read the Book of Mormon.
A funny thing happened as I started reading the Book of Mormon! I recognized my beloved Bible on every page! It didn’t start in First Nephi, either. It started with the introduction to the Book of Mormon and then the testimonies of the witnesses. I recognized G-d’s numbers, His ‘set’ way of organization. I started pulling out G-d’s numbers – 3, 8, 12 – from the first pages and I knew that this book was lining up with my Bible.
As I read on, I decided that the Book of Mormon was either written by G-d or by Satan, but it could NOT have been written by any man! The wisdom was too deep. It lined up too well with my Bible, on SO MANY levels! I knew that it was just not possible for a man to have written this book.
As I realized this, at first; I feared in my heart that the Book of Mormon was a counterfeit. Was this the strong delusion sent by Satan in the last days that my Bible had warned me about? Were these missionaries the false prophets that I knew would arise in the last days? I was sure in my heart that the Book of Mormon was a supernatural book, but to which end? I also knew that ‘ol Smutty Face was a master of imitation and forgery. If anybody could make a copy of the Bible, yet twist it, he could!
But the missionaries kept telling me to pray about it and to ask G-d if it was the truth. Satan wouldn’t advise me to ask G-d about anything! The Bible says in Isaiah 55:11 that G-d’s word will not return void, and it didn’t. The words that I had memorized kept coming back to me and testifying to me of the validity of this book.
There was only one conclusion that I could make about the Book of Mormon. The Holy Spirit was there, as I turned each page and so were the missionaries, patiently putting up with my endless questions! I swam through a sea of confusion, but G-d knew my heart and He guided me back to Him. PRAISE G-D! I can testify from my very soul that the Book of Mormon is the truth and it is the final piece to the puzzle of my life. The pieces have come together and I finally have the whole truth. I finally know Christ, really know Him, and I have felt His love, for real, this time! I’m home at last!
I need to amend this just a tad…
I wrote that testimony a few years ago and since then, I have come to the conclusion that there is no true church left on this Earth. I think we (Mankind) have G-d’s word all tangled up with our own ideas.
As soon as man begins to organize G-d’s word, Satan’s work is done.
I am no longer a fan of organized religion. I am just a humble follower of my Lord Jesus Christ, and I am just a sinner who doesn’t hate other sinners, just because they sin differently than I do.