Where the Book of Mormon Began

Since its Broadway opening in 2011, the irreverent musical The Book of Mormon has won nine Tony Awards and set box-office records. So what did the Mormons do in response to this show that enthusiastically blasphemes nearly everything they hold sacred? Did they protest, threaten, or file lawsuits? Nope. Instead they took out ads in playbills saying, “The book is always better.”

If you think that’s an easy response to take, imagine if it was your religion, political party, or deeply held belief that was being mocked. I admire the Mormons for taking the high road in their response to the musical. Wouldn’t the world be a better place if more people followed their example when their beliefs were offended?

Joseph Smith (photo from LDS.org)

Joseph Smith (photo from LDS.org)

Which brings me to the topic of the day: the place where the actual Book of Mormon began. On a recent trip to upstate New York, Bob and I traveled to the region near Palmyra where the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints was founded by Joseph Smith, Jr.. While I’m not a Mormon, I found this to be a fascinating set of religious sites, welcoming to all people even if they’re not part of the LDS faith.

Speaking personally, these sites also raise an interesting question: what would you do if you thought you received a divine vision? Run the other way? Or share your experience with the world?

The Joseph Smith Sr. Family Historic Farm is a good place to ponder these questions. On our visit there we learned that Joseph Smith’s father brought his family here in 1816 and built a log house on the property for his wife and eight children. This was a time of great spiritual fervor in western New York state, which was called the “Burned Over District” because of its many religious revivals. The family’s fifth child, Joseph, Jr., was deeply interested in religious matters and struggled to understand the competing claims of various denominations. In 1820 Smith went to a grove of trees near his home and prayed for an answer to the question about which faith he should join. There he received a vision that he had been chosen to found a new church and build up God’s kingdom on earth—the first of a series of revelations he received throughout his life.

We toured the Smith homestead with two Mormon missionaries, young women from Utah who patiently answered our questions and asked a few of their own relating to our beliefs. When they heard we were not Mormon, they continued to treat us with kindness and respect, telling us the story of Joseph Smith’s life but not pressing us to convert.

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This log cabin was rebuilt on the foundation of the original Joseph Smith Sr. house. (photo by Bob Sessions)

With its split-rail fences, green pastures, and historic buildings, the acreage made it easy to imagine how it was in the days when Joseph Smith lived here. Two homes occupy the site: the first is a log home similar to the one originally built by the Smith family, and the second is a larger house where Joseph Smith lived from the time he was 19 to 22 years old.

To me the most intriguing part of our tour came when we entered the stand of woods known as the Sacred Grove, which is where Smith received his most significant visions. I liked the fact that we were allowed to wander on our own through the grove with no guides at our side. In fact, they invited us to stay as long as we wished in the woods, and said they hoped we would make our own connection to the divine in that holy place.

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The Sacred Grove is one of the holiest sites for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. (photo by Bob Sessions)

There were only a handful of other people wandering in the grove that afternoon. Sunlight filtered through the leaves of the trees and the air was filled with birdsong. I agreed with our guides that this is still a place for inspiration, particularly for those of us who find the outdoors more full of God’s presence than any human-made structure.

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At the top of Hill Cumorah stands a monument with a tall, golden statue of the angel Moroni. (photo by Bob Sessions)

A short drive took us to the Hill Cumorah Visitors Center, where we learned about the next chapter in Joseph Smith’s life. It was here that he is said to have been given a set of gold plates by the angel Moroni in 1827. Smith translated and published the text, which became the Book of Mormon. Displays at the visitor center gave us an overview of the remarkable growth of the church founded by Smith. Today the LDS Church has 15 million members, with more than half of them living outside the U.S.

Each July, this spot is the site of the Hill Cumorah Pageant, one of the world’s largest outdoor theatrical productions. First staged in 1937, the free production has grown to include more than 700 volunteers each year, who portray scenes from the Bible and the Book of Mormon. Elaborate costumes and special effects, plus recorded music by the Mormon Tabernacle Choir, make this an impressive spectacle, which is attended by more than 90,000 people during its seven-night run.

Finally, we headed to the small town of Palmyra, where we toured the Book of Mormon Publication Site. In 1830, the Book of Mormon was first printed and sold here. A handsome brick building houses reproductions of the original press, bindery and bookstore owned by publisher Egbert B. Grandin. (Though we didn’t have time to tour them, other Mormon sites in the area include the Peter Whitmer Farm, where the LDS Church was formally organized in 1830, and the Fayette Chapel and Visitors Center.)

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A view of the Sacred Grove from the door of the Smith log cabin (photo by Bob Sessions)

In thinking back to our tour of these Mormon sites, I keep coming back to the Sacred Grove. It made me think of other places I’ve visited where people are believed to have received divine messages, from Mount Sinai in Egypt to the street corner in downtown Louisville, Kentucky, where Thomas Merton had his mystical vision. It’s a curious thing to visit these sites, which are both so ordinary and so extraordinary. We can only observe from a distance  someone else’s spiritual experience, but walking in their footsteps can give us a hint of what might be possible for us.

I remember standing at the open door of the Smith home, looking out into the Sacred Grove. What happened on that spring day in 1830 when Joseph Smith wandered amid the trees? And what would I do if I received such a vision myself? Dear Readers, would you want to step through that mystical door?

Let me end with this: one day I hope to see the musical The Book of Mormon (for though I have great respect for religions in all their permutations, I also love a good satire). When I do, I expect to enjoy the humor, but I hope I’ll also remember the kindness and hospitality of the people who led us on our tour of the Mormon sites around Palmyra.

Most of all, I hope to remember the Sacred Grove, dappled by sunlight and filled with birdsong, a place of inspiration for spiritual seekers of all faiths.

If You Go: The Mormon sites are clustered around the town of Palmyra, which is located east of Rochester and north of the Finger Lakes Region. Admission to the sites and to the Hill Cumorah Pageant is free.

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  • Mississippi Pilgrim

    Your question ‘what would one do with the experience of a divine vision’ does bring to mind moments in nature when I’ve been witness to what can only be divine. I’ve also been transported by the words of others in story and verse. And I believe I’ve received glimpses from loved ones now departed. I think I am ‘spoken to’ when I am receptive to…something. I’m actually still trying to figure it out.

    That being said I’ve not had the Joan of Arc or Joseph Smith depth of vision. I admire the courage it must take to act on such.

    This is a wonderful post, Rover. Bob’s photo looking from the cabin to the Sacred Grove is an invitation to come along.

  • Mississippi Pilgrim

    Your question ‘what would one do with the experience of a divine vision’ does bring to mind moments in nature when I’ve been witness to what can only be divine. I’ve also been transported by the words of others in story and verse. And I believe I’ve received glimpses from loved ones now departed. I think I am ‘spoken to’ when I am receptive to…something. I’m actually still trying to figure it out.

    That being said I’ve not had the Joan of Arc or Joseph Smith depth of vision. I admire the courage it must take to act on such.

    This is a wonderful post, Rover. Bob’s photo looking from the cabin to the Sacred Grove is an invitation to come along.

  • Chris

    Thank you for a lovely, fascinating journey. But in particular, I appreciated your opening comment on the Mormon’s response to the musical. Brings to mind the contrast with the assassination of the Charlie Hebdo crew. I believe that’s my pondering for the day!

  • Chris

    Thank you for a lovely, fascinating journey. But in particular, I appreciated your opening comment on the Mormon’s response to the musical. Brings to mind the contrast with the assassination of the Charlie Hebdo crew. I believe that’s my pondering for the day!

  • Anne Tanner

    Ah, well, now you’re in my 32-year stomping grounds. I loved the combination of spiritual and historical sites in Upstate New York when I lived there. The Mormon pageant is unbelievable, well worth attending, and I, too, enjoyed that grove (though my visit was in a light rain). Name the small town in that area and I can tell you stories about its history or the spiritual overtones. I miss that area! It was great to see your wonderful photos and your post took me back to a rewarding time in my life. Thanks!

  • Anne Tanner

    Ah, well, now you’re in my 32-year stomping grounds. I loved the combination of spiritual and historical sites in Upstate New York when I lived there. The Mormon pageant is unbelievable, well worth attending, and I, too, enjoyed that grove (though my visit was in a light rain). Name the small town in that area and I can tell you stories about its history or the spiritual overtones. I miss that area! It was great to see your wonderful photos and your post took me back to a rewarding time in my life. Thanks!

  • Karen Quiner

    Very interesting post. As usual.

    Have a blessed day.

  • Karen Quiner

    Very interesting post. As usual.

    Have a blessed day.

  • Darcy

    Well, on a scale from 1 to 10, this post is surely a 10!

  • Darcy

    Well, on a scale from 1 to 10, this post is surely a 10!

  • annechien dik

    Over and over again I am impressed by your open mind Holy Rover. In my youth I

    read the book ” Love is a many splendoured thing’ and your stories give me the

    experience that religion is” a many splendoured thing”, with which I wholly agree.

    I also agree with Mississippi Pilgrim’s description ” I think I am “spoken to” whenever

    I am receptive to…….something. I wish I had said that because I have the feeling, the

    experience, that I am “spoken to” in many ways. Nothing that happens is simply happening, it has something to tell me and then I open up to an awareness so much

    wider and bigger than mine which I have stopped calling God but which is also “God”

    because we have named it so throughout the ages and with “we” I mean ordinairy

    people like me but also visionairs, saints and children (let us not forget them!).

    I had a weird experience following a course in Jewish Lernen in my church where

    – modern as they were – those who were our teachers with one priest (and more or less

    a rabbi too) among them, were but too willing to admit that the stories of the bible had been

    written long after the events had happened, but then suddenly cited a famous rabbi

    who knew exactly why G’d (the vowels are not pronounced in Hebrew) had caused

    something to happen. To me this was a sort of religious acrobatism I could not accept and I left the course after a few weeks. In my experience we are “spoken to” both

    by the Bible but also by nature (be it a butterfly on the right moment, being touched

    by the early sunshine after a depressive period or whatsoever.) I wholly agree with

    you Mississippi pilgrim. May we remain open to

    the miracles that are surrounding us and may you Holy Rover remain a guide on this path for quite some time to come!

  • annechien dik

    Over and over again I am impressed by your open mind Holy Rover. In my youth I

    read the book ” Love is a many splendoured thing’ and your stories give me the

    experience that religion is” a many splendoured thing”, with which I wholly agree.

    I also agree with Mississippi Pilgrim’s description ” I think I am “spoken to” whenever

    I am receptive to…….something. I wish I had said that because I have the feeling, the

    experience, that I am “spoken to” in many ways. Nothing that happens is simply happening, it has something to tell me and then I open up to an awareness so much

    wider and bigger than mine which I have stopped calling God but which is also “God”

    because we have named it so throughout the ages and with “we” I mean ordinairy

    people like me but also visionairs, saints and children (let us not forget them!).

    I had a weird experience following a course in Jewish Lernen in my church where

    – modern as they were – those who were our teachers with one priest (and more or less

    a rabbi too) among them, were but too willing to admit that the stories of the bible had been

    written long after the events had happened, but then suddenly cited a famous rabbi

    who knew exactly why G’d (the vowels are not pronounced in Hebrew) had caused

    something to happen. To me this was a sort of religious acrobatism I could not accept and I left the course after a few weeks. In my experience we are “spoken to” both

    by the Bible but also by nature (be it a butterfly on the right moment, being touched

    by the early sunshine after a depressive period or whatsoever.) I wholly agree with

    you Mississippi pilgrim. May we remain open to

    the miracles that are surrounding us and may you Holy Rover remain a guide on this path for quite some time to come!

  • Mississippi Pilgrim

    So very glad I return again and again to your posts, Holy Rover! To have missed Annechein’s would have been a loss and I would have missed a laugh from Darcy’s!

  • Mississippi Pilgrim

    So very glad I return again and again to your posts, Holy Rover! To have missed Annechein’s would have been a loss and I would have missed a laugh from Darcy’s!

  • annechien dik

    I wholly agree with you Mississippi Pilgrim! Darcy made me smile also and made me

    a tiny little bit jealous because she evidently doesnot need a tenth of all the words I

    always need to express my awe. Goes right to the core.

    And here I go again: Marian Wingo sent me the most glorious sunset as a reaction

    to my contribution to Spiritual Travels. And here it comes: it arrived on the morning

    that I am off to visit a dear cousin in her last days. Her sunset becoming my morning

    prayer. Talking about “every day miracles”….

  • annechien dik

    I wholly agree with you Mississippi Pilgrim! Darcy made me smile also and made me

    a tiny little bit jealous because she evidently doesnot need a tenth of all the words I

    always need to express my awe. Goes right to the core.

    And here I go again: Marian Wingo sent me the most glorious sunset as a reaction

    to my contribution to Spiritual Travels. And here it comes: it arrived on the morning

    that I am off to visit a dear cousin in her last days. Her sunset becoming my morning

    prayer. Talking about “every day miracles”….

  • annechien dik

    Oh and of course Bob’s beautiful photos! The one through the open door is my favourite..

  • annechien dik

    Oh and of course Bob’s beautiful photos! The one through the open door is my favourite..

  • lori

    Such a delightful set of comments! Thank you, everyone. The web of connection between Holy Rover readers truly extends across the world…

  • lori

    Such a delightful set of comments! Thank you, everyone. The web of connection between Holy Rover readers truly extends across the world…