“Let Me See That Book!”

By Coke Newell

I was walking with my missionary companion down a shaded residential street near the University of Antioquia in Medellín, Colombia. Having had my fair share of challenges in that city, I braced for the worst when a young man stepped away from a group of college students and called out to us. We stood motionless as he ran up to us.

“Let me see that book!” he demanded, pointing to the Book of Mormon in my hand.

I held it up, showing him the cover, which featured a golden statue of the angel Moroni against a blue background. “It’s yours if you want it,” I said nervously.

He took it.

His next question unnerved us entirely: “I know you guys. Where did you get this book?”

My companion had been in the mission field only three days, so I gathered courage and answered the young man’s question as forthrightly as I could. When I finished he was in tears.

“I’ve seen this book before,” he said. “I’ve seen you guys before. But it was seven years ago in a dream.”

He began to tell us about his dream. “I saw a simple blue book, paperback, with a golden figure on the cover. The man was wearing a robe and blowing what appeared to be some sort of trumpet.”

But it was the feeling that he remembered best. He’d had an overpowering impression that the book was important, essential, and true. He had never seen the book again until he saw it in my hands there on the street.

We soon began to teach Juan Guillermo Mejía the discussions. To each principle, he responded that he “already knew that” and that we were just confirming what he had learned long ago. He finished reading the Book of Mormon that week and was baptized on Saturday.

When I completed my mission months later, he was the elders quorum president in his branch. After seven years, the book of his dreams had changed his life.

Moroni Hides the Plates in the Hill Cumorah, by Tom Lovell

Illustrated by Brian Call