November 9, 2013

Laman the Brother of Nephi: Chapter Two

This is the second chapter in The Book of Man, told from the fictional philosophyof Laman, the brother of Nephi. This story continues Laman’s struggle to reconcile his father Lehi’s visions with his own duties as eldest son, heir, and businessman.

Laman Burdened by His Father’s Writings

I, Laman, took it upon myself to reclaim Father after I heard the strange things that he spoke and wrote in a scroll. Father, Lehi, began to take tools to write for himself! As chief translator and scribe of the estate, he left the bulk of the scribing to Lemuel and Sam, which greatly hindered the process once he started recording his dreams.

Father did not write the scripts for our associates from Babylon proper! I had given them an oath that they would have their records before they left to travel before the rainy season.
I had to act, for only Father could give the best translation of their tongue. I had charged them an excessive sum, knowing that no other scribe society but ours had learned their tongue—since many sided with Egypt in the political tension. I told Father to remain neutral, though he supported Egypt personally.

Father gave the record to Lemuel, and he began to translate and order the scrolls. It was slow work for my brother, however. He was a genius, but I needed Father to have his mind on work and not on the strange visions he began to have.

Mother, Sariah, was too strained with Anna, the wife of Ishmael, to help Father scribe, as was her usual task. Mother and Anna planned weddings for our brides to join our families. I was of age and worried little, knowing I had a choice among the daughters of Ishmael.

Lehi’s Strange Vision

“Father,” I pled, “the men from Babylon await the scrolls from whom I took a small fortune. These men seek to have their dialect translated into Hebrew for records of the churches of Babylon, to be preserved before the rainy season. Lemuel will not finish without your help.”

I spoke to him as he gazed as if I was not there. The more I obtained business for Father, the more absent he seemed in his mind and distant from me. I needed to concentrate on building the business, not scribing!

“Father,” I spoke more loudly as he sat in his place on the pillow I had bartered for him atop his mat for prayer. He looked into my eyes, and I saw a distance there that troubled me. Then he spoke rapidly—disregarding my plea to help Lemuel.

I do not recall all he spoke, but it was of a vision with fire and a book of strange words that he must eat. He spoke on and on about tending to the needs of Jerusalem and going before the people.
I thought this strange as he prattled on. He was a member of the council, yes, and highly respected. But why would he speak to the people? That was the role of prophets! Did he believe our God had spoken to him to take up such a mantle?

I muttered a quick prayer to Adonai and to the goddess of clarity and wisdom, Ninsun. I had personally made an image of her that I carried in my cloak for brilliance, and she had yet to fail me.

“We have taken in these children of Judah from Babylon,” I reminded him. “They are elders in their quorum and seek our honest work. I have made an oath to them, Father, to have their records before the rainy season approaches.”

I made sure to speak with urgency, not anger. I respected the old law to honor Mother and Father—though I feared Father was ailing in the mind, talking of visions. It troubled me, for I saw the time approaching when I would have to retire Father and take on leadership of the family. I would need a wife first.

Prophecies of Jerusalem’s Destruction

As I thought upon these things, I heard him say what I thought was some trick for me not listening to all his prattle.

Father said, “I must warn the people that Jerusalem will be destroyed.”

My mind grew dark and angry. I thought upon what Nephi had said—that Father spoke only good of Jerusalem, not evil like Jeremiah. How could Father say this, when I was soon to marry? Mother was at the house of Ishmael arranging to join the two families with Mother Anna!

“Father, our lives are here. I am to run the society here!”
I staggered in my speech, bowing my head to force my anger down and hide my scornful eyes. I could not replace my ailing father until I married, and here he was talking of preaching with those strange ones! It would ruin the business interests I had built for the last two years!

Father spoke with such conviction that I knew the matter was not to be discussed further. As eldest son, I had to obey and speak for Father’s decision. I did so to my sisters, but to my brothers I spoke my heart. We all agreed Father was behaving out of character and needed protection.

For five days Father preached before our business began to suffer. Lemuel frantically worked to complete the records of the men from Babylon before they left for home. Sam worked on other records while I helped Lemuel. People called for their records when they saw Father telling them all the evil that would follow them into Babylon!

I was shaken and afraid for Father’s welfare. Nephi guarded him each day and told me of the terrible predictions! We laughed at some but mourned the business loss.
I thought it humorous that Father believed Jerusalem could be destroyed. Was it not large and under the protection of Egypt? Did not the people pay homage to Adonai, the god of the city? He would not let it fall!

I begged Mother to speak with Father, but she only raised her hands to Adonai as she faced the temple and said, “I trust Lehi is a prophet. He feels to say these things, and I feel to honor him.”

I did not show my true feelings to Mother’s claim. To call Father a prophet seemed madness. If Father’s madness was catching, I prayed to Ninsun to grant me the cure.

A Call into the Wilderness

That night, Father awoke Lemuel and me. He told us that God had instructed him to go into the wilderness! I lost my composure and in the loudest whisper asked if he had gone mad.
Lemuel quoted scripture and called him a visionary man with such venom that it had to be derision, though he cast his eyes down before Father in respect. Father stared at us with those troubling eyes that seemed to pierce me.

“You will prepare the equipment and settle our affairs here as we prepare to go down into the wilderness, Laman,” Father commanded in his rumbling voice. I felt the finality in my chest and dared not show disapproval. I asked to speak freely, and he so allowed me with Lemuel as audience.

He did not hesitate to allow my right, knowing I had been nothing but loyal and obedient—as far as he knew. I told him that I did not understand his sudden change and that it caused me to question his judgment.

“As the first son, I take issue with this change. I need an explanation if I am to bear this news to the family, Father,” I said, after bearing my heart.

He tried to explain, and I was almost convinced until he said we must take only provision with us to live—no treasures. I touched my cloak, hoping Ninsun would guide my next words, but she left me only with, “I will obey, Father.”

Lemuel repeated after me, but when I dared glance up, I saw that Father did not believe us sincere. We were not.

None of us approved. Sam did not protest, but I could see in his eyes he disapproved when I announced it to the family at breaking.

My sisters cast their eyes down, knowing they might not marry if we were shamed for abandoning our house after the commotion Father caused with his preaching. My heart filled with rage, and I understood why some wanted to kill Father. He was so stubborn!

Nephi was not quiet in his disagreement when I spoke to him alone, but he wanted to please Father. I understood the boy’s desire to honor Father. I smote him for verbally expressing his disagreement with me. I was Father’s word to the family. He understood and rubbed his shoulder.

“Laman, I can tell you do not agree with Father as we speak. You might smite my arm again, but I am no fool. What will you do?”

“As usual, Nephi, you are too quick to speak your mind. Father is meditating today. Gather Sam and Lemuel. We will trade before the temple the writings we have finished and hold a meeting of brothers away from home. We will honor Father, Nephi.”

He bowed his head a little in agreement, with worried and apologetic eyes, and went about as he was told. Ninsun had given me a plan to make this work for our benefit. The wilderness was the best place for Father to go.

Closing Note

This story is based on people mentioned in The Book of Mormon: Another Testament of Jesus Christ. For the actual history and book itself, click the link on the book’s title. It will take you to the site where you can read online. This work does not attempt to mimic the 19th-century English style in which The Book of Mormon was translated.

Laman the Brother of Nephi Chapter Three

This is the third chapter in The Book of Laman, told from the fictional perspective of Laman, the eldest brother of Nephi. Here Laman recounts his council with his brothers about their father Lehi’s command to leave Jerusalem, his struggles with authority, and the beginnings of their life in the wilderness.

A Council with My Brothers

What occurred next is that I, Laman, took it upon myself to consult with my brethren about this idea
that Father had taken—to go into the wilderness, abandoning Jerusalem. Of course, I thought the entire idea ludicrous, but I needed, first, to keep my thoughts to myself.

I wanted to know what the others thought before I revealed my genius. As the eldest, it is my responsibility to lead. To lead, I must foremost know how the others think, that I might bend them to my wisdom.

So, I let each speak their minds before I revealed my plan, thanks to Ninsun, my patron goddess. As they spoke, I will not pretend that I listened closely. I had already determined our course. My purpose was only to learn how laborious my persuading must be.

I was pleased, for my plan was so crafty—a way to indulge Father’s babblings and still preserve our inheritance.

Brothers’ Divided Counsel

To my disadvantage, Sam—who usually allies with Nephi—did not this time. Nephi had argued with conviction that Father was no liar: he must have seen the visions he claimed, or else he was mad. But Sam, steady as a pillar, took a different angle. His loyalty to Father never wavered; he trusted him unflinchingly, as he always had.

“Father might actually be right to take us into the wilderness,” Sam said more than once, his voice even, his eyes betraying no doubt.

I could not believe my ears, though I did not show it. By all the elements of creation and by my life, I fail to understand why Sam would suppose Father was in his right mind to abandon all that we have built in Jerusalem. I would swear Father was party to some strange religious cult if I did not know him better! I knew then I would have to work on Sam.

Lemuel, of course, started quoting scripture, which smote us all in the head until he finished! He is a talker. We know that he is the most versed in Scripture, but his explanations are tedious, to be nice. I quickly determined that Lemuel would hearken to my words easily, as he always has.

Sam was the one who needed convincing. Nephi, though agreeing with me and Lemuel, raised his brow a little higher when Sam spoke—he considered Sam’s words. I knew then how to move them, how to convince them I am correct. I needed to persuade Sam.

“I have known Father to never tell a lie, too,” Nephi admitted—agreeing with Sam who must have said it during one of the times I feigned listening. “Why would he start lying now? He must have seen the visions he claims, or he is mad.”

We all looked at him in agreement—but for which opinion, I could not say. Was he mad? Or sane? I was certain he was mad!

Laman’s Plan

I decided then to reveal my brilliant plan. Nephi looked at me with expectant eyes, irritating me with his confidence in me. He looked to me for an example, as he should. For one so young, his stature matched mine—broad of shoulder, a man in frame—yet his face betrayed him, boy still clinging there. He trusted me, but his trust unsettled me—it was too eager, as though it mocked me. Still, I pressed forward.

“This is my plan, brothers,” I began. “We go into the wilderness with enthusiasm. Once we are there, Father will suffer without his lounging seat and sacks of wine. Soon, he will long to return home where servants await him. He is old, accustomed to ease. He will not want to remain in the wilderness. We will protect him and Mother, but in days he will insist we return.”

“Cruel, but effective,” Lemuel admitted, clicking his tongue.

I smiled within myself until I saw Sam’s face—always the obstacle. Nephi nodded until he saw Sam, then hesitated.

“Sam,” I pleaded, “we will not harm them. We will simply let them feel the difference between wilderness and home. It has been years since they left the city’s comforts.”

“Laman,” Sam responded, lowering his head, “I respect your counsel. But men in the city have threatened Father’s life. If he is truly in danger, we must protect him for more than days. It may take much longer.”

“He will not teach, Sam,” Lemuel argued. “If he does not preach destruction, the people will not be angered.”

“Yet once Father makes up his mind, he never relents,” Sam pressed. “He has stirred fierce men. The threats will not pass in days or weeks. It may take years.”

Sam was right. Ninsun had not given me the stroke of genius I had hoped for. Father would never abandon a commandment if he believed it from his god. To bring him back would mean to bring him against his will. I swore then that I would never let Father perish in the wilderness.

Preparing to Leave Jerusalem

“As God is my witness,” I swore to my brothers, “I will not allow Father to die in the wilderness. I have readied provisions, beasts, and servants. Father has already visited Ishmael and plans to leave before the gate closes today.”

Nephi answered flatly, “We will humor him. What if he can never return? We may need to seek a new inheritance. We owe them protection, brothers—even in another land.”

We nodded in silence, vowing to protect Mother and Father.

Nephi raised his annoying brow again. “What of the treasures and precious things?”

“Leave that to me,” I told him. “I will convince Father to take some treasure for barter.”

We gathered beasts, fruit, dried meat, and supplies. But Father would not allow treasure. My heart sank, for I feared robbers, feared leaving my inheritance unguarded.

“Father,” I pled, “how will we pay for safe passage? How will we protect the women? How will we keep thieves from stealing?”

Father listened patiently, then answered, “God will protect us and guide us if we are obedient.”

I could scarcely believe his words. To me, they were prattle. Adonai gave us laws through Moses—what need of new commandments?

Quarrels and Departure

We pressed Father with questions and complaints until we reached the gate, but his resolve never wavered. At the gate, my scheme collapsed into dust. I could not oppose him outright lest I lose not only Father’s trust but my brothers’ trust as well. To lead them, I would have to bend, if only for a time. So I swallowed my protest in silence.

I returned briefly home, hiding some treasures, ensuring Ninsun was with me, and bringing servants along. Still, my heart burned at leaving gold behind.

As we journeyed, I grumbled. Lemuel also. Father compared me to rivers pouring into the Red Sea—a dramatic show. I thought him old and near death, this wilderness trial, nothing but the fruit of his dementia.

Preaching in the Wilderness

At the Red Sea, before we could finish camp, Father preached. Even the servants listened as if equals, which angered me. Father directed his words at Lemuel and me—me, who had held the family together! He spoke as though provisions came from God, not from my hands.
After some time, Father commanded us to return to Jerusalem, to fetch records from the house of Laban. I could not believe it. We had left the city to save him, yet he now sent us back!

Lemuel spoke my thoughts: “In one of your visions, could you not have asked if there was anything to bring?”

I softened his words: “Father, if God wanted you to have these records, why did He not say it while we were yet in the city? Laban is powerful, perhaps offended by your preaching. How will he grant you the records?”

Father only said, “The Lord has requested it.”

I seethed but agreed. I would not jeopardize my birthright or the holy garments Father wore. Yet I knew: Laban would not yield easily.

Nephi’s Vision

While we prepared, Nephi went to the mountains. When he returned, he claimed to have seen a
vision! I cursed every god, then repented. First Father, now Nephi—both claiming revelation! The delusion was spreading.

Sam, of course, nodded in agreement with Nephi. Lemuel and I gave up our hope of returning to Jerusalem for now. Perhaps this errand to Laban would change their minds.

📜 Author’s Note

This story is based on people mentioned in The Book of Mormon: Another Testament of Jesus Christ. For the actual history and book itself, click the link on the book’s title. It will take you to the site where you can read online.

This work does not attempt to mimic the 19th-century English style writing into which The Book of Mormon was translated.

All Rights Reserved, Rodric Anthony Johnson, Copyright 2022

Sam the Brother of Nephi Chapter Five

The Writings of Sam

Sam’s Account of the Brass Plates Quest

And it came to pass that I, Sam, was astonished at the cooperation that existed among my brothers as we prepared to go in unison to the House of Laban with the idea of purchasing the sacred record.
Father, as the Chief Scribe of his Quorum of Elders, had rights to the record, although Laban and his family kept it because of its value and his prestige in the family and community.
These are things, of course, my brothers and I did not know at the time we went about obtaining the records. From my understanding, Laban is a distant relative. His branch of the family was entrusted with the record by one of his and Father’s forebearers, with the idea that the records would be free for viewing and request by a man of Father’s status.

Laban’s Refusal and Hidden Motives

I am of the opinion that Laban had no such knowledge because of his accusation toward Laman. Yet, it is likely that he did have such knowledge and refused to honor the tradition, being that he had access to the records with the opportunity to read them. He was not a man who recognized God—only so at the festivals and public meetings.

Laban has employed our house on many occasions for re-translations and restoration of records. I have personally entered his home to work on many items with Father. Logic seems that he would welcome our treasure and honor our request. Yet, I felt a nagging in my mind.

Nephi and Laman United in Purpose

The unity that this new plan created reunited Nephi and Laman in a way that was most remarkable. It was as if the two became one in purpose, acting as a voice and eyes of the same head! Nephi suggesting the treasure to Laman changed the nature of our visit to the city. I am certain that Laman did not include all of Father’s riches in the purchase price for the record, but to an observer, it would seem as if he had. Only Father and Laman knew exactly what the wealth of the family had become over the years, and I was amazed at how much wealth we had to barter for the records.

The Brothers Make Merry Before Their Mission

We drank and were merry the night prior to going to Laban’s estate to present the offer. Lemuel even stole away, as he often did. I am not sure what it was that he did during those times. I sat quietly listening to Laman and Nephi laughing at the strange tales that Laman related from his many travels with Father and those of his own. I knew that God truly prepared the way before us to get the plates. I offered up devotion to God before retiring that night for His kindness and for our success.

Lemuel returned with a torch, it was so late. He did not indulge in the wine as much as did Nephi, Laman, and I, Sam. I did not question Lemuel as he came in, for I was too full of wine, and I kept my eyes closed. We had retired to my father’s house. I had fallen into a deep slumber once I noticed Lemuel at home. I had a dream.

Sam’s Dream of Laban and the Elders

In this dream, I was in the house of Laban, but I was not visible to him or his household members. It came to pass that, as I went about in this dream, I heard Laban speaking to his servants, trusted advisers, and elders of the church while drinking fresh wine.

"What of these people referred to as strange ones? I see they are being taken off the streets in great numbers for public disturbances by the guard," Laban mentioned in my dream to one of the chief elders at his home in meeting.
"Yes," one of the elders at the meeting responded. "These people are predicting the destruction of the people of Jerusalem. At first there were only a few, with the chiefest among them being Jeremiah. Now, there are a great number of them, all calling for reform and that we will fall before Babylon!"
"What’s worse," says the chief elder, "many scribes are taking up the sacred records and claiming that it has been prophesied that these days would come, and the people are starting to become divided."
"What say you, chief?" Laban inquires with a wry smile on his face. "Do you believe Jeremiah and his band of 'prophets' talk of the destruction of Jerusalem has merit? Am I to be fearful of the very scribes for thieves now?" Laban gives a hearty chuckle in my dream.
"What I say, Laban, is that you should be careful about who you let into your home. The records you possess are of great value. I have heard tale of some of these so-called scribes running off with records. When caught, they claimed to have been acting for the God of Israel!"
"I only have one house that I trust to maintain my records, the House of Lehi," responds Laban. "He and his house have never been in question. Does not Lehi sit on one of the highest seats of the quorums of Israel?"
"I have heard from my brethren that many of the strange ones were in high seats, and that Lehi was named among them. He has abandoned his seat and his house, following the path of Jeremiah. He has not been seen or heard of for days. His seat is in jeopardy," the chief elder informed Laban.
"Lehi is gone?"
"Yes, Laban. If you are not careful, you may be robbed! You must find a new house to maintain your records aside from Lehi. I saw him in the Gate of the Gentiles, speaking of the destruction of Jerusalem," another elder confesses.

Laban’s True Heart Revealed in the Dream

I, Sam, thought this dream odd. The chief elders and Laban still continued to speak before me without seeing me. I also understood this was a dream as I continued to see them discussing possibly safety concerns over the records.

They, the elders and Laban, continued to speak, but I could not hear their words. I just knew what they spoke of to Laban. They went about, in the manner of the elders, persuading Laban about the waywardness of the house of my father, Lehi.

Repeatedly in my dream, Laban was told that any such who goes before him to inquire about the records, the Plates of Brass, in particular, is probably going to try to steal the record. My dream continued, and I saw Laban speaking with himself. He revealed in the dream his true heart.

"This is my only right to prestige and power," he said aloud in my dream. "I must not be the weak link of power in this task entrusted to my family. Being the record holder of those sacred plates..."

He turned to a servant near the chamber door where the records rested. "I will maintain my connection to the society of records by the sword," he claimed.
I knew within my soul that he would kill to protect his claim to the society of the elders. Though he was not a member of any quorum or society of scribes, he was well connected with the house of Zedekiah and an official officer of the royal court. Having access to the records of the people afforded him great trust.

Sam Interprets the Dream as a Warning

Following my dream, I arose with a start. Laman’s visit to Laban, I decided, was cursed because of the poisonous words the chief elders spewed about Father. I knew my dream was a warning, one that came too late.
If I had been more prayerful, maybe God could have told Laman before he went to the house of Laban. Laman’s mission was doomed to fail from the beginning. Laban usually dealt with Father and me directly, never Laman. I should have gone instead of Laman. I resolved to inform Laman before we set out to offer our treasure to Laban of my revealing dream, and why Laban chased him from his home.

Doubt, Unease, and Faith in God’s Will

I know that Laman does not like it when we speak of dreams, but this time I must. I felt uneasy about the treasure also. I am not certain if any of this will please God if I attribute it to Him, but I will trust that He will prosper us as we are doing His will.

I felt uneasy about the treasure because in my dream, Laban would kill for his possession of the record. The record offered him influence and society that our wealth may not replace. I did not want to tell my brethren about my misgivings about our journey. I thought maybe the dream was just a dream that my anxiety caused to occur—being anxious to get the record. Nevertheless and notwithstanding my feelings, I would tell my brethren of my dream.

Determination to Obtain the Plates

I told myself, "I am familiar with Laban. I am not sure if this dream comes as a warning, but I will keep my fear alone. My brothers are happy. Tomorrow we get the plates."

Author’s Note on Scripture and Storytelling

This story is based on people mentioned in The Book of Mormon: Another Testament of Jesus Christ. For the actual history and book itself, click the link on the book’s title. It will take you to the site where you can read online.
This work does not attempt to mimic the 19th-century English-style writing into which The Book of Mormon was translated.
All Rights Reserved, Rodric Anthony Johnson Copyright 2022

Sam the Brother of Nephi Chapter Four

The Writings of Sam

And it came to pass that I, Sam, knowing the greatness of the revelations of my father, Lehi, and the great love that he had for the Lord God, took it upon myself to hearken unto my brother Nephi, who is the younger. Nephi, having gone up to a mountain and prayed unto the Lord regarding the vision that Father received and the other commandments given unto him, also received for himself the same conviction that I had received. Father speaks the truth of his calling as a minister of God.

Nephi’s Witness

After hearkening to the words of my younger brother Nephi, I truly bear witness that what our father spoke of is right. It came to pass that our father, Lehi, called us to come unto him in the tent in which he dwelt while we lived in the Valley of Lemuel. Father spoke unto Nephi and me, telling us of the commandment God gave—to return to the land of Jerusalem to obtain a record from among our brethren the Jews.

Because we had separated ourselves from them, Father Lehi distinguished us from our brethren back in the land of our inheritance, though he had yet to form a proper name by which to call our small group.

My father said unto us:

“Go, for the Lord hath commanded you to return to the city of Jerusalem and retrieve plates of brass which contain the law of the Lord, so that His commandments may be preserved. Your elder brethren have censured me for asking this, but unto you, I pray—do not murmur as they have.”

I bowed my head before my father Lehi. He knew that I, Sam, am not a man of many words and am not disposed to speaking much in gatherings. I am a scribe, and I enjoy my art. Though it is to my hurt that we have been led into the wilderness, I trust that Father Lehi is called as a witness of the destruction of the people and commanded to flee the city.

My Conviction

I have sought my own understanding of what my father Lehi has revealed unto us, and I have a conviction. My brother Nephi has also sought out the Lord and revealed that he has a great vision, being visited of the Lord to know the things Father spoke are indeed true.

I hearken to his words and respect that he is to have a great part in God’s plan. Nephi spoke for us both when he told Father that he would go and do the things which the Lord commanded, for the Lord gives no commandment unto man save He prepares a way for it to be accomplished.

So we brothers—Laman, Lemuel, Nephi, and I, Sam—went about preparations to return to Jerusalem. Since only we brothers were to return, it saved time in the preparations and the journey.

But on this journey back to the city, Laman and Lemuel, our elder brothers, began to behave more strangely than usual.

Laman and Lemuel

I spoke to Lemuel once, and he chastised me for referring to the Jews as though we were not of them. I explained that I used the term out of respect to Father and his revelations. He said nothing in response, only hissed low.

I am sure bitterness filled his soul, for Father never spoke to him as he did to us when giving commandments. Father spoke to us separately as brothers on two sides of the issue. He knew Laman and Lemuel did not agree with the commandments.

Laman, out of respect, hid his displeasure or sought to, but Lemuel was careless and allowed all his displeasure to show.

If it were not for Laman, I think Lemuel would have abandoned the family altogether and gone back to Jerusalem as a beggar rather than journey in the wilderness. Lemuel truly hearkened only to Laman, as if he were the leader and not our father.

Laman was indeed the leader of us brothers, but Lemuel’s devotion to him, and my own to Nephi, formed a rift among us. I felt as if I must protect Nephi, though in truth he did more to protect me, his elder.

Of the four of us, I did not inherit the large stature of Nephi and Laman, nor the intellect of Lemuel. Father said that wisdom and skill were my gifts. He often referred to my ruddy looks—though fair to look upon, it was of small consequence.

I respected all my brothers: Laman’s leadership, Lemuel’s intellect, Nephi’s bravery, and my own confidence. I did not doubt the Lord could lead us. I obeyed Father.

At Jerusalem

When we came near the city, we conferred together to see who should go to the house of Laban and seek the plates. Lemuel suggested we draw lots, and the lot fell to Laman, as I thought it should, being the eldest.

While Laman went, we returned to Father’s house and asked Saul, Father’s chief servant, for news. What he revealed brought us grief.

“The elders think Father abandoned his seat and his house,” Saul said.

Lemuel hissed to me, “I knew evil would come of this. Father shamed us before the people.” His face burned with color. I thought he might weep.

It was true. The council questioned Saul daily about Father, and Saul could give no answer. If Father sent no word, he would lose his seat, be stricken from the record, and given over as Jeremiah was.

Laman’s Terror

We returned to our meeting place outside the walls to await Laman. After much time, he bolted toward us, urging us to flee. His terror was plain.

We conversed for hours as he looked about for Laban’s guards. Laban had called him a robber. I had never seen my eldest brother so afraid. His fear made me doubt and fear also, though I knew God commanded us.

Nephi said little, only listened. Lemuel tried to find ways to repair Father’s shame.

Laman finally cried, “By Ninsun, this is it!”

I asked, “Who is Ninsun?” His face blanched.

“Sam,” he muttered, “a pagan word I picked up in travels.”

“It is a foreign god of Babylon,” I answered. My heart burned. I had suspected pagan influence on Laman, but this was plain. I told him I would not consort with apostasy.

Laman turned on me in anger. I stood. He looked down as though to strike me.

“Sam,” he said, “I have just been threatened with death by Laban’s guards, and now my brother rises against me because of a misplaced word?”

I relented and bowed. “Forgive me, brother.” He pardoned me quickly and embraced me, but his embrace was too tight, too long. I perceived his struggle with anger, and I pitied him.

Nephi’s Oath

Laman explained that we could return to Father, explain that Laban would not give the record and had sought his life. It seemed reasonable, though I disliked it.

But as I opened my mouth to speak, Nephi opened his first and declared with my own vow: “We will not go down to Father without the records.”

I saw in him then a leader, even a rival to Laman.

“As I was about to say,” I told him, and we embraced.

“How do you suppose we get them?” Lemuel asked, astonished that Nephi had spoken against Laman.

“I have a plan,” Nephi said, glancing at Laman. “Our father has much gold…”

Laman’s eyes brightened, for he understood gold well, and he quickly agreed that Laban might be persuaded.

Closing Note

This story is based on people mentioned in The Book of Mormon: Another Testament of Jesus Christ.
For the actual history and book itself, click the link on the book’s title to read online.

This work does not attempt to mimic the 19th-century English style writing into which The Book of Mormon was translated.

All Rights Reserved, Rodric Anthony Johnson, Copyright 2022.

Sam The Brother of Nephi Chapter Six

The Writings of Sam

It came to pass that we brothers arose the next morning and prepared the animals to transport Father's wealth to the House of Laban that following late afternoon.

I arose first though my moorings were off as the wine I drank was prepared in its strength.

I preferred it to the water, but not to such a strong mix.

Never did we partake of strong drinks in my father's house save when Lemuel prepared or procured the wine.

My brother took the liberty to obtain it in its strength because of Mother's absence.

Father indulged in wine in his youth and mother has not allowed strong drink since father stopped indulging--well before our births.

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I fear I enjoy wine as much as Father, which is why I swore off of it thenceforth in its strength.

A little wine keeps the water healthy.

As I saw my brothers, a foreboding spirit lingered, loomed over my head.

I did mourn to disrupt in any way the good feelings between the young Nephi and Laman.

As much as they drank, Nephi and Laman arose in cheerful disposition.

Each hugged each other and congratulated the wisdom of their plan to obtain the Plates of Brass from Laban.

"When the transaction involves gold," Laman began, "I am sure of its purpose!

With two chests of gold and valuables, Laban is sure to agree." He grabbed Nephi by the shoulder and patted his head.

Nephi appeared to flush with color as if he had received the wedding kiss from the maiden of his dreams!

I could see how he honored Laman and wanted so much to please him; we all wanted to please Laman.

Poor Laman was accused as a robber and driven from the home of Laban like a common thief.

I am sure the very act of running wounded him.

I know my brother well enough to know that revenge was in his heart for that act of Laban's.

He had not shown it yet.

Somehow, Laman's pride and Laban's suspicion troubled me as the eventual cause of issues in obtaining the plates.

After we loaded the animals, we had some time to speak, and I had hoped to mention my feelings to my brothers.

To our surprise, we saw the sons of Ishmael and three of his daughters as they went near my father's home.

They stole away to Father's house and we kissed each other and greeted each other in the safety of our house.

Immediately all of my worries left as I saw my friends, especially Hannah.

It is not the custom for young men and women to mingle as such, but this was a special case for us.

We had thought never to see them again.

Hannah was my childhood friend and the object of my thoughts much afterward.

She, of all women, captured my mind more than any woman could!

I forebear speaking of her in detail out of respect for her, yet she was and is my best friend.

Spending time with them occupied the best of the morning as we updated them on all that had happened.

Joshua and Zenos were astonished that Laban had sent his guard after Laman, but their report about the happenings in the city was just as astonishing.

Public debates had started in the streets about Babylon and Egypt and more prophets and "strange ones" were imprisoned.

"Father is now feeling a need to speak out and warn the people as well, though he has received no instruction to do so as of yet," Zenos revealed.

"I fear that our father may be joining your father soon if he acts on what he has discussed with Mother.

She has told him that God told her in a dream that she would flee to a new land and be Mother to a great people."

"We are all speculating in my father's house," added Joshua.

"I for one think it is foolishness and will go away when the festivals have ended and the strangers in the city have gone home.

With them, these people bring uneasiness each year.

It will pass."

"I hope so brother," Laman responds.

"Father is sure that we will not return to this place and we are going to obtain means to remain in the wilderness.

I cannot tell you more for fear that you may be compromised.

Since you fled us in the temple gate that day, I fear to trust you." A smile churned behind Laman's eyes as he kissed his friend.

"You should blame Nephi.

If I had a chicken for each time he caused trouble I would eat for a month," Joshua protested.

"Surely, you are not upset?"

"No," Laman and Lemuel said in unison laughing too hard for the incident.

It seemed that we all had nervous energy that needed to release because we all laughed a little too hard at that moment.

"I am not so sure," Zenos spoke, "that all of these goings-on are frivolous and temporary.

I get a feeling in my bones of change.

I feel to go some place, yet I have duties to attend to, and farms to tend.

"Oh man;" responded Joshua.

"I know you feel to flee some place.

Is not the one you like in the wilderness.

We have all been promised." Laughter filled the air again followed by a strange silence.

Through the laughter, I discerned we all felt troubled by the goings on.

"I am concerned about all of these things surely," Lemuel added while we all agreed for several more moments in silence.

I glanced at Hannah as the others spoke on.

I knew that God had a plan and that father is a prophet We all were promised to each other and then my father fled into the wilderness to never return to Jerusalem.

Though we did not live within the walls of the city, I still had a love for it, for her,

I had love for Hannah as did Laman for Hadassah and Lemuel for Noa and Nephi for Serach--we all loved!

I knew never to act on my thoughts.

None of us dared to risk our lives for just a day when we could wait and have a life with them.

I did not know if we would yet live.

Again the feelings returned to me as we bid our friends farewell with long embraces.

We would soon need to head to Laban's home.

"Laman, Nephi, and Lemuel," I started.

"Each brother looked at me intently for I rarely spoke to all of them at once.

"I had a dream that I must confess."

Nephi's eyes widened with interest as Lemuel threw his hands up in exasperation and said, "I had hoped that we would not get an omen!"

"Do not fear," Laman soothed Lemuel with a calm and unreadable face.

"You know how I feel about dreams Sam.

I will hear you, but you are not Father.

If anyone will get a dream to change this mission it would be me, the eldest."

"I do not challenge your direction, brother," I confessed.

"Just hear me please and you be the judge of what it means.

I know that my confidence is in the Lord.

Hear me please."

"No riddles, little brother," Laman accented.

"I weary of these tasks, though we will accomplish them, I am sure."

"It is good that you share this dream," Nephi speaks as if he would be the judge.

"I am sure it will be helpful."

They sat before me as I related all that I felt in my heart about the dream, which took a small moment.

"This would explain much," Laman admitted after moments of digesting my sayings.

You may have a vision.

Why did not God give it to you before I went to Laban's to save us the trouble?" He stood smiling.

"We have gold now brother," Laman shouted with glee.

"We are not robbers and I will avenge my honor with this proof." He pointed to the treasures of Father as he and Nephi exchanged gleeful looks.

I could not deny I felt we should find some other means to gain the records.

God commanded we should have them, so we should ask Him how to obtain them.

I could not defy Laman.

I had no logical grounds to do so or I would.

For father was my lord and I would honor the word of God through him, but I did not trust this plan of Nephi and Laman.

I would go with them.

I would speak no more of it.

As we approached the court of Laban, I looked about for places to escape instinctively.

In my heart, I knew this would be a short and dangerous meeting.

This story is based on people mentioned in The Book of Mormon: Another Testament of Jesus Christ. For the actual history and book itself, click the link on the book's title. It will take you to the site where you can read online.
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