--- title: Improvement Era description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930. authors: - Bantista, M. collections: - periodicals tags: - magazine - improvement-era periodical: Improvement Era volume: 23 number: 11 published: 1920-09 publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations publisher_place: Salt Lake City language: en type: magazine reference: 'Bantista, M., "A Faith-Promoting Experience," *Improvement Era* 23, no. 11 (September 1920): 978–983.' source: url: https://archive.org/details/improvementera23011unse transcription: Transcribed from the Internet Archive scan of each issue (the item for each issue is named in the issue's own source); unnumbered advertising leaves are omitted, printed page numbers are kept as page markers. identifier: improvementera23011unse start_page: 978 end_page: 983 rights: status: public-domain basis: US publication 1930 or earlier (published 1920-09) source: https://archive.org/details/improvementera23011unse publication_year: 1920 note: The Internet Archive item metadata carries a blanket "© Copyright by Intellectual Reserve, Inc." notice. The library owner judged it inapplicable because this issue was published in 1920, before 1931; a scan-level notice does not restore copyright. --- # A Faith-Promoting Experience 980 IMPROVEMENT ERA soul, and I felt the unmistakable testimony that my prayer had been answered. Instead of going away, I went to my room and went to bed without my father's knowledge, and slept peacefully until about five o'clock, when my father, as I had prayed he would do, came into my room and called me by name: "Mayo, IVIayo, my son, are you here?" . I answered, "Yes, sir." He replied, "I am more than pleased to know you are here, for I have changed my mind. I want you to go to Cuernavaca to conference. Take the money you need and go either way you wish." Oh, I wish I had the power to explain to every human being what I did experience at those moments, while my beloved father was talking to me. Lying upon my bed, I could not fall upon the ground, as did the brother of Jared when he saw the finger of the Lord. I felt my weakness and unworthiness very much. For, in very deed, I was trembling and wondering how it was that the Lord could honor me in doing exactly the thing I had asked for, so that it might be a testimony to me of the divinity of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. Up to this time I had not read what the Lord had said in these last days through his Prophet: "I the Lord, am bound, when ye do what I say, but when ye do not what I say, ye have no promise." (Doc. and Cov. 82:10.) To satisfy myself that my father truly wanted me to go to conference, I argued against it, but he urged me now to go as strongly as he had tried not to have me go before, and almost forced me to go. I had written to President Tenney the day before, by one of the brethren from Tecalco, that I could not come, but now the opportunity was at hand. We were three from the same town to go to conference, one already a member, and two other young men, who, by the help of the Lord, had been converted and were ready to be baptized. As soon as I met them, I told them the news. They were not less surprised than I was. Nevertheless, they did not know what hau happened to me during the night before. At once we all arranged to go on foot through the mountains instead of by train and on horseback. Although I was still quite weak from my long sickness, and the distance was about eighty miles, the experience was a treat. That morning, full of faith and hope in the Lord, the three of us started on our journey. About two o'clock in the afternoon we reached Atlatlanca. The weather was most beautiful. We enjoyed the splendor of the green valleys and surrounding hills, the echo of the human voice here and there, the singing of the birds. All nature seemed to smile upon us. Indeed, the beautiful landscape, the wonderful truths we had learned, and the A FAITH-PROMOTING EXPERIENCE 981 glorious anticipations awaiting us at conference filled ray soul with joy unspeakable. But oh what a change. A few moments after we left Atlat- ! lanca, heavy, black clouds arose upon the hills. Thunder roared and the most terrifying lightning descended almost incessantly everywhere. It seemed that all the elements were in commotion at once. The storm came from the south-west, the direction we were taking. It seemed as if, instead of the Lord being with us, we might be swallowed up and the world come to an end. We certainly felt our dependence, for we were almost overpowered with fear. Nevertheless, I did not forget the Lord who had heard my prayer and so marvelously answered it, and ?o began to supplicate my heavenly Father for his mercy and blessings. Then a peaceful, heavenly feeling filled my soul. My companions did not feel exactly as I did, although we decided to keep on our journey and take the consequences. As we went on, to our great astonishment, we found ourselves on the wet, storm-swept ground and in a few seconds, we were encircled by a terrifying storm. Destruction swept all around us but left us untouched. About a mile distant from us, the storm moved as we moved for many miles, until we reached Yautepec. While we Were journeying in this condition, we felt as if we were in the bowels of hell. My thoughts were about the ancient times during the destruction of the Nephites and Lamanites during the crucifixion of the Lord Jesus Christ, as well as in the days of Noah, when he was in the ark and the rest of humanity was destroyed. And after all, what is man? Indeed, we felt, as it has been said, as if we were only a handful of dust, helpless to do anything for ourselves. As we reached Yautepec, the place for our staying during the night, we had a most wonderful testimony that the power of the Almighty was with us. For as soon as we entered into the house, or rather at the very instant that we closed the door, the storm burst in great terror upon the house. It seems as if by some power the rain was detained just above our heads. At this moment, I had the conviction that Satan and all his powers of destruction, are controlled by the will of God, and that therefore at this time, they Were absolutely harmless to us. All these wonderful testimonies and experiences rested upon my mind, and my joy was more than I could express or understand, but I was so weak and exhausted, and my body pained me so that I went to bed immediately. My brethren rubbed me and worked with me until it seemed as if I left this world in great commotion, and knew no more until the next glorious and most beautiful morning, when the storm had passed away. 982 IMPROVEMENT ERA After bowing in reverence and thanking our heavenly Father for his protecting care, blessings, and power manifest in our behalf, we started again upon our journey. Our minds were filled with wonder, contemplating the incidents of the day before. Filled with gratitude and thanksgiving to our heavenly, Father, we reached our destination where the conference was held. As we went in, we found President Tenney reading a letter to the people (not in any meeting yet). To my great surprise, was mine. As soon as we were seen by him, he quit it reading and said: "Oh hermano Mayo, hermano Mayo, a mi puro gusto" (his favorite expression), and came to meet us, shake hands, and introduce us to the people, and you may imagine the rest. At the conference, I was baptized by Brother Pedro Prios, a local elder, and also ordained to the Aaronic Priesthood and set apart as a teacher. This was the most glorious time of my life, for it seems that at that time, the testimony of the divinity of the everlasting gospel of the Son of God, and of the living God, our Eternal Father, was naturally planted and impressed upon my soul. Since that time, I have felt that, while in this world, my life ought to be consecrated to the work and will of my Redeemer. After a humble and honest investigation of myself, I have found that the gospel which has been restored to man again, through the immortal Prophet Joseph Smith, is the sweetest thing of my soul, and for this heavenly blessing bestowed upon me, unworthy as I am, my soul rejoices, and with my heart full of gratitude, I give the honor and glory to the Father and the Son. When we arrived back home, I found our family filled with joy, especially my mother. She was extremely happy to know I was already baptized and had the Priesthood conferred upon me. Very soon every one of the family became members of the remai n as such until today, and are doing their A FAITH-PROMOTING EXPERIENCE 983 take the Book of Mormon instead, but I did not pay any attention and went out. The Spirit came to me again and said, "Don't take the Bible; go back for the Book of Mormon." Again I did not pay attention but went on. When I had gone about one half block, I could go no further, and the Spirit said to me plainly: "Go back and exchange." By this time, I knew it was from the Lord, and as I went back and laid the Bible on the table and picked up the Book of Mormon, it opened to the 28th chapter of Second Nephi. As I commenced reading, I remembered what it taught. My eyes were opened at once with great astonishment, but could not imagine what a marvelous lesson the Lord was about to give me. When we reached the church, my aunt asked the minister, and he said I could use five minutes. I thanked him and said I would rather wait for another chance when I could have more time. At this, the minister buried his face in his hands upon the table for a few minutes. The congregation sat waiting in wonder. He then arose and said I could have all the time I wished. After speaking and explaining to them my views, I began to read the Book of Mormon from the 28th chapter of II Nephi, and, being blessed of the Lord, I gave them a testimony of the everlasting gospel. The Spirit of the Lord was with me. At my conclusion, the minister arose and, among other things, said: "Brethren and sisters, I am very delighted at the testimony of Brother Bantista. He has spoken to us this beautiful morning the word of the Lord. He is a member of our church in full fellowship." With that kind of language, he spoke for a length of time. After meeting, the minister called me into a private room, und, to my great surprise, he said to me: "Brother Bantista, I am more than pleased to know the step you have taken; you are going to be a great instrument in the hands of the Lord and do much good in our church. [The last part of his statement did not come true, for, in a very short time, his congregation was broken into pieces, and we had material to organize a branch.] Nevertheless, I know you have been reading that apocryphal and spurious Book of Mormon written by Joseph Smith." As the minister spoke to me in this manner, I understood the marvelous lesson the Lord had provided for me in his mysterious way, for I found that the preacher was making the biggest mistake about the Book of Mormon, and I had obtained a wonderful testimony of the divinity of that history of my forefathers, the prophets of old. As a literal descendant of our Father Lehi, I feel in my soul that the gospel which was once known among my people but taken away on account of transgression, has been restored again 984 IMPROVEMENT ERA to mankind. I feel that theBook of Mormon is one of the most glorious books on earth, because from that holy book, I have become acquainted with my ancestry, the dealings of the Lord with them, and the glorious promises to them in the near future, although, because of transgression, we have suffered the wrath of the Almighty for centuries until the present day. The nations of the world should profit by our experiences. The Ethics of Tobacco Prohibition By Fred L. W . Bennett, President of The No-Tobacco League of UtaJi I think tobacco could very properly be prohibited on the ground that it is a common nuisance. But suppose all the smokers agreed or were compelled to indulge their habit only in the privacy of their own homes. What then? Many hold the opinion that a man has a perfect right to do what he likes so long as he is not interfering with the rights of others; that he should be allowed to poison himself if he wishes, that it is his own affair. But is it? Let us consider the matter for a moment. One of the fundamental principles of civilization is that the state is under an obligation to care for every indigent citizen who is taken ill, quite regardless of how that illness was brought about. Many persons have ruined themselves by the use of narcotics, among other things, and the state has already decided that certain narcotics, such as opium and morphine, shall not be used indiscriminately by any one. The contention is that if the state is to be considered under an obligation to care for individuals when they are sick, if they have no money, it has a moral right to say they shall not use a given thing when science and experience say that thing is detrimental to health. That seems to be a fair proposition to me. If you say tobacco is not sufficiently dangerous to merit prohibition, that is entirely a different matter. The argument then is a scientific one, but many persons who profess to be against the use of tobacco are confusing the issue by saying the prohibition of tobacco would be wrong on ethical grounds. The fact is they have never regarded it as really injurious. The ethics of prohibition are sound, but is tobacco really harmful? Does it do all that we have been saying it does? Should it be annihilated? Should we destroy it? Do its sins merit such a course? These are the great questions. Science and religion are on the side of its destruction. Are they right? A Summer Outing and What Came of It A Story for Boys, with Some Observations Which May be of Interest to Men By Hon. Anthony W . Ivins Chapter IV "There's nothing that builds up a toil-weary soul Like a day on a stream. Out there where the greed and the strife are forgot, To revel once more in the depths of a joy That's as real as it seems." The following morning the two friends were early astir. Before the sun had risen, rods were unpacked, jointed together, and reels placed in position. A fine, transparent leader was attached to each line, and then the fly books were opened. "There are a great many different kinds of flies here," said Frank. "Which do you use, and how are they attached to the leader?" "It is difficult to determine which fly the trout will best rise to," replied George. "We must experiment. It all depends upon the class of food which is most abundant in the neighborhood, at this season of the year; the trout will rise best to an artificial fly resembling that which he is now eating. Here, this is a Silver Doctor. You observe that the end of the snell to which the hook is attached has a loop in it, also that there is a loop on the leader, put the loop on the snell over the one on the leader, then run the hook through the latter, draw the two tightly together and the fly will be properly attached. Now take this other fly, it is a Royal Coachman, and fasten it on in the same way, to the other loop, higher up on your leader. We will try two flies to begin with. Cast your line into the creek there and look out for the result." , "I have never caught a fish," said Frank. "You will have to show me how to make the cast." "It is simple," explained George. "Flies, as they attempt to cross the streams, frequently fall into the water. They immediately strike out for the shore. Their struggles attract the trout, which take them from the surface of the water. To be a successful angler your fly should drop upon the water naturally, and be drawn along the surface so that it will resemble, as near as possible, a living fly, in this way," and with a dex-